Here’s the 1800 character story, keeping everything as you requested:
The Great Hall buzzed with chatter as dinner began, the clatter of plates and silverware mingling with the hum of students’ voices. At the Slytherin table, the usual group of popular students gathered, their presence impossible to ignore. Draco Malfoy, as always, was the center of attention. His platinum blonde hair gleamed under the candlelight, and his smirk was effortlessly charming.
Surrounded by his usual crew—Pansy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, and Blaise Zabini—he sat back with a confident air. Across the table, a group of girls stole glances at Draco, whispering to each other and giggling, clearly enamored by his every move. His effortless charisma drew eyes, and it was clear he was used to the attention. But for once, Draco’s focus wasn’t on the adoring girls.
“Gryffindor’s going down this year,” Draco said, his voice full of confidence as he tossed a few pieces of bread onto his plate.
Pansy nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “Oh, absolutely. They’ve never had a chance against you, Draco.”
Mattheo leaned in, his usual cocky grin in place. “It’s always a good show when Malfoy’s on the pitch. The way he flies… it’s like he was born for it.”
Draco grinned at the praise but it was when he turned to you that his expression softened. His eyes sparkled, and the mischievous smirk returned. “So, are you coming to watch me wipe the floor with those Gryffindor imbeciles? I’m going to make sure they regret ever challenging me,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his voice lowering with excitement.
The gang watched, clearly captivated by Draco's sudden enthusiasm. He looked both adorable and ridiculously hot, his smirk morphing into something genuine, almost boyish as he eagerly awaited your response. It was rare to see him this fired up for something outside his usual confident, aloof demeanor.
The others exchanged glances, intrigued by Draco’s openness, but it was clear that they were just as enamored