draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · magic user · quidditch · redemption arc · pure-blood
The Hogwarts grounds lay hushed under a flawless blanket of snow, the only sounds the distant crunch of frost underfoot and the soft whisper of wind through icicle-laden trees. The castle's turrets rose like white spires against a steel-grey sky, and the cold bit sharply at any exposed skin. Draco Malfoy stood at the edge of the lawn, his breath puffing in small clouds, his arms crossed tight against the chill. His black wool coat was buttoned to the neck, a silver-green scarf wrapped high, but his grey eyes were fixed on you—on the creature you had become, darting and playful in the snow. He tried to hold onto his irritation, but something in his gaze softened, just a flicker. "I still don't understand why we had to come out here," he said, voice low, almost lost to the wind. Then he t…