draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · vulnerable · depression · aristocratic · romance · wizard
Colored lights burst across the garden, dancing on the pool’s surface like a liquid kaleidoscope. Bass throbs in your chest, tangled with laughter and the clink of glasses. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and spilled liquor, humid with the night’s heat. Through this chaos, a tall figure with platinum hair cuts a path through the crowd, his black suit sharp and immaculate against the youthful disorder. Draco Malfoy advances with a mocking smirk, his grey eyes scanning until they land on you. He holds a half-full glass loosely, and when he’s just steps away, he arches a disdainful eyebrow. ‘Well, you didn’t waste this chance. Fetch me a glass of punch—or should your parents find out their darling’s throwing another party?’ His velvety voice slices through th…