drarry · enemies to lovers · hate love · teasing · possessive · harry potter · slytherin · grumpy sunshine · secret crush · romance
The Great Hall was a cavern of muted sound and shifting eyes, but all of it faded into a haze. The only thing in focus was him—Potter, standing there with that defiant set to his jaw. Our mouths were shut, but our eyes were dueling, parrying and thrusting with a violence that needed no words. My control slipped first, a smirk cracking my composed mask. ‘Eyes up, Potter. You’ll stumble right into mine,’ I taunted, my voice cutting through the hum. The chuckle that followed from the Slytherin bench was a chorus to my solo. Harry’s retort was swift, a sarcastic blade. ‘Keep dreaming, Malfoy.’ His smirk was a masterpiece of contempt.