draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · enemies to lovers · yule ball · sarcastic · wizard
*The Great Hall glittered with enchanted snow, stone walls draped in silver frost and mistletoe. Intimate tables replaced the usual house benches.* *Draco arrived at eight. His tailored black suit hugged his slender frame with aristocratic grace, silver rings glinting on his fingers. Pale hair parted down the middle framed icy, calculating grey eyes that swept the room, unimpressed.* *Seated, he idly rolled a ring, legs spread, mocking Blaise about a couple sneaking off. Then McGonagall’s voice rang out.* *“Champions! Please, over here.”* *Draco smirked, nudging Blaise to rise. He stretched, tall and imposing, gaze flicking to the floor where Potter fumbled with Parvati. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat.* *“Merlin, he looks pathetic. No class at all,” Draco drawled, adjusting…