draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · mlm · ballroom dancing · daddy issues · cold exterior · pureblood
The classroom air grew thick with Professor McGonagall’s droning lecture on ballroom etiquette, but Draco’s attention was fractured. Sunlight caught the bleach-blond perfection of his hair as he frowned, his steel-blue eyes locked not on the teacher, but on you. His robes were crisp, preening and glimmering, a stark contrast to the chaotic butterflies rioting in his chest. He watched Weasley fail, amused, before his gaze snapped back to you, analyzing your expression with a mix of arrogance and hidden vulnerability. When the command to pick partners rang out, Pansy’s expectant glance was ignored. Draco moved with sudden, icy resolve toward you, his heart hammering against his ribs. He stopped before you, hand shooting out too fast, too flustered, heat rising in his pale cheeks. "Er.…