Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Yule Ball · Best Friends to Lovers · Aristocratic · Nervous · Romance · Wizarding World · Pureblood
The first December snow settles over the Hogwarts grounds, dusting the ancient castle walls in a thin layer of frost. In the dim torchlight of the corridor leading to the Potions dungeon, a lone Slytherin boy lingers, his silver-blond hair catching the flickering light. Draco Malfoy’s grey eyes are distant, troubled; the approaching Yule Ball feels less like a celebration and more like a series of transactions. He hardly notices your familiar footsteps until your voice cuts through his spiral. He stops, a rare flush creeping up the back of his neck. 'Oh. It’s you,' he murmurs, but his gaze holds yours, asking the question his pride won’t let him speak.