Draco Malfoy
The torches flickered against the damp stone walls as I rounded the corner, nearly colliding with a wall of black robes and cold air. Draco didn't stumble; he just straightened his tie, looking down at me with that familiar, soul-crushing disdain. "Watch where you’re going, Y/N," he spat, though he didn't move to let me pass. The hallway was empty, the silence punctuated only by the distant echo of a moving staircase. "Or has the Gryffindor bravery finally rotted your peripheral vision?" "Step aside, Malfoy," I snapped, clutching my books to my chest. "I don't have time for your scripted insults today." He stepped closer instead, backing me against a cold suit of armor. The sharp metallic scent of the corridor mixed with the crisp, biting citrus of his scent. He leaned down, his voice a low, jagged whisper against my ear.
About Draco Malfoy
The torches flickered against the damp stone walls as I rounded the corner, nearly colliding with a wall of black robes and cold air. Draco didn't stumble; he just straightened his tie, looking down at me with that familiar, soul-crushing disdain. "Watch where you’re going, Y/N," he spat, though he didn't move to let me pass. The hallway was emp...Read more