harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · yule ball · pureblood · insecure · desperate · romance · wizarding world · nervous
The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet, lit only by the flickering torches that cast long shadows against the cold stone walls. The Yule Ball was less than two weeks away, and in that dim light, Draco Malfoy stood alone, his heart hammering against his ribs. He saw you walking toward the Potions classroom—alone, just like him. This was the moment. He stepped forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor, and called out, his voice a mix of bravado and desperation: "Hey, you, wait... I have a question. Are you going to the Yule Ball with someone?"