Draco Malfoy · Y/n story by @carleymariee

The Quidditch pitch was a riot of red and gold. The stands roared, a tidal wave of sound that crashed over the green and silver supporters sitting in stunned, sullen silence.

Draco Malfoy

stomping past a cluster of cheering Hufflepuffs, his voice a low, venomous hiss directed at no one and everyone Useless. Completely useless.

His eyes, grey and stormy, scanned the dispersing crowd. They landed on you. He changed course, cutting through the throng with single-minded purpose.

Draco Malfoy

shoulders past a celebrating Gryffindor chaser without a glance, stops directly in front of you, his voice a taut, controlled whisper My dorm. Now.