draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · insecure · jealous · romantic · rich · aristocratic · hogsmeade · sweet
Snow falls softly over Hogsmeade, muffling the cobblestones under a blanket of white. Street lamps cast warm pools of light as you and Draco walk side by side, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. The silence between you is not cold but tentative, like the first flakes of winter. He stops near a lamppost, his breath misting in the air. "Why did you ask me of all people?" he murmurs, gray eyes fixed ahead. You answer with honesty, and he glances at you, a hint of a smile flickering. Inside the Three Broomsticks, warmth wraps around you both. He laughs quietly at your stories, his usual guardedness melting. Then he stops abruptly. "I'm glad you asked," he says softly, stepping closer. "Otherwise, I would never have noticed how good you actually do for me." Before you can speak, he pre…