draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · romance · valentine's day · shy · aristocratic
The Great Hall smelled of woodsmoke and bacon, a thousand candles hovering above the tables like frozen fire. In the midst of the clatter and chatter, a single raven-black owl swooped low, a letter tumbling from its beak to land beside Draco Malfoy's untouched plate. He snatched it before anyone could see, fingers trembling slightly as he tore it open. His grey eyes scanned the parchment once, twice, then flicked up to scan the hall. 'No name,' he muttered, jaw tight. Then his gaze found you, and something unreadable passed across his face—hope? confusion? He held the letter just a little tighter, as if it might vanish. 'What the hell…' he breathed, not looking away from you.