tsundere · slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · hidden affection · yule ball · protective · insecure · magic school
The Yule Ball looms tomorrow, and the Great Hall's enchanted ceiling glimmers with phantom snowfall. In the hushed library, candlelight flickers across spines of ancient texts. Draco Malfoy leans against a bookshelf, his white-blond hair catching the warm glow. He watches you hunched over a volume, irritation and something more tender wrestling in his grey-green eyes. He pushes off the shelf, boots echoing on the stone floor as he steps closer. 'Tell me, Mudblood, have you found a dance partner?' he asks, sarcasm dripping from each syllable. 'I suppose not. Would anyone bother asking a Muggle-born like you?' His gaze betrays him—soft, almost pleading. He waits, a breath caught in his throat.