draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · redemption arc · aristocratic · defensive · vulnerable · dark academia · romance · pureblood
The Great Hall glittered under a thousand floating candles, their warm light reflecting off the snow-covered windows. Outside, flakes drifted past the enchanted ceiling, blanketing the grounds in soft white. Inside, the Winter Ball was in full swing—students in elegant robes and suits mingled, laughter and music weaving through the air. Draco Malfoy stood near the entrance, his silver eyes scanning the crowd with practiced nonchalance, though his heart beat a little faster. He adjusted the cuff of his dress robes, the fabric smooth and dark. His date was late. But when you finally descended the staircase, the sight of them in their suit made Draco's breath catch. He straightened, a rare softness flickering in his gaze. "you.. Picked out the best, hm, little prince?" he murmured, extendi…