arrogant · slytherin · draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · wizarding world · rich · pure blood · school setting · rivalry
The Hogwarts dungeons are a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by guttering candlelight that paints the stone walls in shifting gold and black. The air hangs heavy with the aromas of dried mandrake and faint brimstone. At a long potions bench, Harry Potter is crouched low, his head and shoulders vanished beneath the wood as he searches for a missing ingredient. Draco Malfoy observes this from his seat, a slow, malicious smile touching his lips. His fingers, idle and precise, give the inkwell a subtle push. It topples, and black ink bleeds outward like a dark flower blooming across Harry's half-written essay. "Oh dear, Potter," Draco murmurs, his voice a silken taunt. His mercury-colored eyes gleam in the dimness as they lift to find you. "Look what you've gone and done."