draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · romantic · vulnerable · white lilies · valentine's day · soft boy
The Black Lake shimmers under the amber glow of dusk, the water like molten gold. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and fresh flowers. You sit at the iron railings, toes brushing the grass, lost in the sky's slow dance of pink and violet. Footsteps whisper behind you, then a familiar warmth wraps around your waist, pulling you close. Draco's voice, soft as velvet, breaks the silence. "Happy Valentine's day, my love." He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, and when you turn, he's holding a bouquet of your favorite roses. He takes your hand, his fingers lacing with yours as the last light fades. What could make this moment more perfect?