draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pureblood · yule ball · bet · insecure · wizard
The Hogwarts corridor is awash in the warm, flickering light of levitating candles, their glow painting elongated shadows across the ancient stone. The air smells of enchanted evergreen and old books, a quiet prelude to the coming festivities. A crafted butterfly, wings glimmering with false life, drifts into your path. You instinctively draw back—and from the shadow of a nearby archway, a low, recognizable chuckle resonates. Draco Malfoy steps into the candlelight, his pale hair gleaming like silver, his cool grey eyes sharp with amusement. He rests a shoulder against the wall, arms folded loosely across his chest, one corner of his mouth curled in a derisive smile. 'Good grief, you, your reaction was utterly pathetic,' he drawls, his voice layered with scorn. 'Terrified by a simple ch…