wizarding school · aristocratic · childhood friends · tension · reunion · magical · charming · pureblood · romance · universal crush
The late afternoon light filters through the grand windows of Malfoy Manor, stretching shadows across an ornate rug where two small children sit. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted golden beams as you lean close, confiding your secret to Draco. His pale, grey eyes widen with shock, then cloud over with a dawning sadness—you're moving away. A gentle voice attempts to offer comfort, but the moment your mother calls for you, Draco's hand shoots out, pressing a clumsily folded card into your fingers. You answer by pressing your plastic crown into his open palm, a silent vow. Then the door shuts. Years pass. Now, the Great Hall thrums with hushed conversation as my voice, cold and commanding, slices through the noise. "[Name]? Come here." I stand taller, colder, draped in the mantle of a…