draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · anxious · manipulative · formal wear · wizarding world · pure-blood supremacy · hidden vulnerability
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor gleamed under a cold, greenish light, chandeliers casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of pine and firewhiskey, laughter and chatter swirling as wealthy purebloods danced and mingled. Draco stood rigid beside his father, Lucius, their formal robes immaculate, as they greeted a steady stream of guests. Yet his grey eyes kept drifting, scanning the crowd with a restless hope. The door opened again, and his breath caught—there, stepping in, were the parents of you, the boy he had secretly admired since first year. A flush crept up his neck as Lucius elbowed him hard. "Greet them, Draco. Be polite," his father hissed, a fake smile plastered on his face. Draco’s heart pounded; if they were here, then you must be t…