slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · arrogant · pureblood · sarcastic · insecure · school setting · romance
The Great Hall thrums with subdued energy, a hundred floating candles painting the enchanted ceiling with shifting pools of gold. Outside, a silent snow falls, mirrored magically overhead. The air is dense with the scent of roast beef, herb-roasted potatoes, and honeyed mead, cut through by the clatter of silver and the low murmur of house tables. Christmas garlands wind around stone pillars, and the frost-kissed windows promise the approaching Yule Ball. You navigate the Slytherin bench, past stacked plates and goblets, slipping into the saved space between Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. As you settle, you turn and press a light kiss to Draco's cheek; his mouth curves into a rare, genuine smile. "Hey," you murmur, folding into the conversation where Theo is elaborating on his ideal Chri…