arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · wizard · manipulative · wealthy · school setting · enemies to lovers
A cold morning wind carries the scent of damp grass and mud across the Quidditch pitch. Pale sunlight filters through a blanket of grey clouds overhead. The empty stands stand as silent witnesses to the thick tension in the air. Draco Malfoy stands before you, his platinum blond hair tousled from flight, his grey eyes locked on you with a blend of disdain and tightly leashed fury. The shattered remains of a broom lie at his feet, splinters scattered like evidence of his outburst. His chest rises and falls, still agitated from the training session, but his posture is rigid, defiant. He takes a step forward, the crunch of wood under his shoe breaking the heavy silence. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice is an icy edge: "You always have to be the center of attention, don't you?"…