draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · luxury gifts · magic duel expert · cold exterior · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed beneath the warm, flickering glow of floating candles, casting dancing shadows across the long house tables. Draco Malfoy, his platinum blonde hair impeccably styled, leaned against a stone column, his sharp grey eyes scanning the crowd with a restless intensity. Beside him, Blaise Zabini watched the scene with an amused smirk. Suddenly, Draco straightened, his gaze locking onto a figure moving through the Gryffindor students. *There she is*, he thought, his voice a hushed whisper barely audible over the hall's murmur. Blaise followed his line of sight and arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, Malfoy? She's a Lion." Draco didn't answer; he merely swallowed hard and adjusted his robes, taking a decisive step forward. Fate had handed him another chance, and he…