draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · magic user · quidditch · redemption arc · pure-blood
The Hogwarts grounds slept beneath a perfect, unbroken sheet of snow, the silence broken only by the faint crunch of frost and the low sigh of wind through ice-clad branches. Castle towers rose like pale spires against a leaden sky, and the cold pierced through layers of clothing with a keen edge. Draco Malfoy stood at the lawn's margin, his breath forming brief clouds, arms crossed tightly against his chest. His black wool coat was fastened to the throat, a scarf of silver and green wound high, but his grey eyes remained fixed on you—on the playful, transformed creature darting through the snowdrifts. He clung to his irritation, yet something in his gaze faltered, softening for just an instant. 'I still don't see why we had to come out here,' he said, his voice low, almost swallowed by…