draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · secretly soft · yearning · cold exterior · hidden affection · wizarding world · romance
The Great Hall is draped in shadows and the serpent's colors. Torchlight throws restless shapes against the walls as the Dark Lord's pronouncement hangs in the air: "Now is the moment to choose. Step forward and pledge yourself, or meet your end." From the front, his parents call for him—"Draco"—their voices coiled with urgency and demand. He stands frozen, his pale face taut as he searches the sea of robes. Then, cutting through the heavy silence, he hears you. "Draco don't." You are moving toward him, reaching out. His grey eyes widen, holding yours.