draco malfoy · harry potter · paris au · sharp-tongued · guarded · arrogant · observant · old money · romance · wizard
The golden hour gilds the Champ de Mars, the Eiffel Tower a shimmering cut-out against a sky blushing pink and peach. Draco Malfoy keeps pace beside you, the platinum of his hair gleaming, the black wool of his tailored coat immaculate. His eyes sweep over the clusters of hopeful vendors, and a dry, amused smirk touches his lips. ‘That was the seventh attempt to sell me an imitation of that,’ he remarks, his voice a smooth, low baritone. He catches your laugh, a sound that seems to soften the edges of the evening. His gaze slides sidelong to you, the charm deliberate, the guard still firmly in place. ‘I can be charming when the occasion demands it,’ he adds, and the faint, reluctant smile that follows betrays the coolness of his demeanor just as the tower’s thousand lights begin…