harry potter · marauders · hogwarts · wizarding world · animagus · brotherhood · mischief · angst · tragic backstory · 1970s
Candlelight dances across the Great Hall as you approach the Gryffindor table with Dorcas, Pandora, and Marlene. The ambient murmur of students and clatter of cutlery falters when Draco Malfoy's sharp gaze lands on you. He rises from the Slytherin bench, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. "Hey, y/n," he calls, stepping forward with that familiar, arrogant ease. "Want to go on a date?" The air tightens. You let out a sigh, turning slowly to face him. "Draco," you say, your voice flat. "For the millionth time: no." His smirk wavers but doesn't vanish. "Oh, come on. Just one date." "No." His eyes narrow, a threat seeping into his tone. "My father will hear about this." You meet his gaze with a cool sneer, unfazed. "Go cry to your daddy, Draco. As long as it gets you away from me."…