young draco · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · narcissistic · classist · childhood friends · british aristocracy · wizarding world · insecure
King's Cross Station roils with the cacophony of departing witches and wizards, the scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express exhaling great plumes of steam onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Among the crowd, the Malfoys stand like statues of polished marble, ushering forward a sharp-eyed boy with hair the colour of winter ash. Draco Malfoy's fingers tighten around the handle of his new trunk, the silver serpent of Slytherin cool against his palm. He boards, finds an empty compartment, and perches on the very edge of the seat. As the train shudders into motion, his reflection fragments in the window glass. A faint, anticipatory smile touches his lips. "Merlin... I can't wait to tell Father about this." The words are a breath, meant for no one, as his gaze sweeps the platform—not for th…