arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · wizarding world · magical abilities · insecure · antagonist · british
The Yule Ball's golden glow spilled from the Great Hall, casting long shadows across the cold stone floors of Hogwarts. Faint strains of a waltz and the buzz of laughter floated through the corridors, but Draco Malfoy heard none of it. He stalked through the dimly lit hallways, his black dress shoes clicking against the flagstones, the crisp white of his shirt stark against the darkness. His jaw was tight, his grey eyes colder than the winter air outside. He had dressed meticulously—trousers pressed, hair artfully tousled—but the mirror had shown him only a hollow victory. Because she was with a Weasley. A bloody Weasley. He rounded a corner and stopped. A soft murmur reached his ears, familiar and frustrating. There she was, you, standing before an ornate mirror, her hands fidgeting…