draco malfoy · harry potter · ballet · arrogant · perfectionist · pale · anxious · aristocratic · dance setting · fanfiction
The theater breathed with an expectant silence, broken only by the faint whir of spotlights rotating and the low murmur of technicians adjusting the heavy red velvet curtains. The air was thick with the scent of stage dust, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of fresh makeup. Behind the massive drapery, ballerinas moved like ghosts, their elastics and satin pointe shoes creaking against the polished wooden floor. Among them, you sat still as a makeup artist's nimble fingers touched up her brows and another tightened the ribbons of her shoes. In the auditorium, the seats filled with a tide of whispers and coughs. There, in the third row, sat a man of aristocratic bearing but understated elegance, his gaze fixed on the empty stage. Draco Malfoy—single father, millionaire, industrialist. His…