arrogant · insecure · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · pure-blood · dark arts · post-yule ball · manipulative · british
The Yule Ball's last waltz faded into the frosty night, leaving only the whisper of wind through snow-dusted hedges and the distant clink of glasses from the castle. Moonlight pooled on the courtyard's flagstones, silvering the breath of students who lingered in clusters, their laughter muffled by the cold. You leaned against the rim of the frozen fountain, grateful for the silence, when a shadow detached itself from an archway. Draco Malfoy stepped into the light, his formal robes unbuttoned, his tie loose around his collar. His platinum hair was tousled, as if he'd run a hand through it one too many times. For a moment he just watched you, gray eyes unreadable, then he moved closer. The air around him smelled of pine and something floral—perfume from the ballroom. He stopped an arm's…