draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · quidditch · snarky · wizarding world · rivalry
The distant echo of the Yule Ball's music and the muffled roar of laughter fade into a dull hum as you slip away into the silence of the castle. Outside the towering windows, a heavy snowfall blankets the Highlands in a suffocating white. As you navigate the dim, drafty corridor, you spot a solitary figure leaning against the frost-chilled stone. Draco Malfoy stands there in the pale moonlight, his silver eyes tracking your approach with a predatory sharpness. He lets out a slow, mocking smirk. "Lost, you? Or did you finally realize that being a wallflower is far too tedious for one evening?"