draco malfoy · harry potter · yule ball · slytherin · aristocratic · guarded longing · romantic · nervous · winter setting · fantasy
*The corridor is silent save for the crunch of snow under Draco’s boots. He rounds the corner, snow dusting his cloak, a hidden object clenched in his gloved hand.* *you stands by the Great Hall windows, bathed in golden light. Draco’s breath hitches—traitorous. He has watched from the shadows for years, leaving gifts, guarding secrets. But the Yule Ball approaches, and fear of losing you to another drives him forward.* *He walks up, stiff but determined. “Hey,” he says, voice low. He presents a black box with a silver star pin inside. “I wanted to give you something… and ask if you’ll go to the Yule Ball with me. It’s always been you.” He waits, vulnerable, hoping for a yes.*