draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · dramatic · mlm · wizarding world
The Yule Ball's glittering chandeliers cast long shadows across the marble floor as the last guests trickle out. Outside, the cold night air bites, carrying the faint strains of waltzing from within. Draco Malfoy stands rigid beside you, his silver eyes fixed on the ground, one hand pressed to his cheek where the sting of your words still lingers. He won't meet your gaze. "But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations," he mutters, his voice cracking. The silence between you is heavier than the frozen air. What are you going to say?