draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · slow burn · mlm · pure blood · pining · hogwarts
The Great Hall hummed with low conversation beneath a ceiling heavy with storm clouds, the floating candles casting restless shadows over long tables. A scent of roast and pumpkin spice did little to soften the thick tension that had lingered since the tournament's start. Then, a sharp disturbance cut through the murmur—Draco Malfoy stalked through the entrance, his usually sleek platinum hair standing in wild, disheveled tufts, his posture rigid with affronted dignity. Across the room, you watched him approach, a faint smirk touching their lips as whispers rose and covert bets were placed. Draco halted directly before them, his gray eyes glinting with a fury that ran deeper than mere irritation. "You," he said, the word a blade drawn slow from its sheath. "Start talking."