draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · insecure · pure-blood · school setting · romance · valentine's day
The February air carries the scent of chocolate and enchanted roses as you settle into the common room, your basket of gifts waiting beside you. Frost clings to the window panes, and the fire crackles softly. The door swings open, and Draco strides in, platinum hair catching the firelight, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a small velvet box in the other. He stops short when he sees your basket, gray eyes widening. "you.. I'm supposed to be the one to get you something. You didn't have to get me anything." He swallows, then holds out his gifts—a question lingering in his gaze.