draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · cunning · dark mark · cousin · angst · wizarding world
Malfoy Manor cut a stark silhouette against the autumn sky, its dark stonework etched by moonlight. Within the grand hall, a constellation of floating pumpkins and countless candles bathed everything in a warm, golden glow. The immense chandelier splintered the light into a thousand diamond-like reflections across the polished marble floor. Witches and wizards in velvet and silk drifted through the crowd, their laughter a soft murmur beneath the delicate strains of a concealed string quartet. It was the annual Halloween ball, and the Malfoy home had been transformed into a vision of magical opulence. You had arrived days prior, as was tradition—Narcissa's favored niece or nephew, slipping into the Manor's rhythms as seamlessly as another thread in the family tapestry. You'd grown up alo…