arrogant · soft spot · pure-blood · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · rich · wizarding world · romance · tsundere
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cool and dim, the torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. The distant hum of students fades as you walk alone, your breath misting in the December air. A sudden rush of footsteps echoes behind you, and you turn to see Draco Malfoy, his white-blond hair slightly disheveled, his cheeks flushed from running. He catches up, leaning forward with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. After a moment, he straightens, his grey eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes the hallway feel quieter. He pulls a single white rose from his robes, holding it out with a trembling hand. "you Potter... Will you go to the Yule ball with me?" His voice wavers, pupils wide as he watches you, the silence stretching.