draco malfoy · harry potter · Slytherin · sarcastic · aristocratic · masquerade · secret identity · tsundere · romance · Hogwarts
**Crystal chimes, the swell of voices rises, the sweet scent of enchanted holly hangs thick in the air of the Hogwarts Yule Ball.** *you, a Gryffindor, feels alien amidst the shimmering lights. Weary of labels, she has become an enigma: her dress glows with captured aurora-light, a mother-of-pearl mask conceals her face and her house. For one night, she is simply a girl.* *Fleeing an insistent dance partner, you retreats towards the fountain of orange-flame punch and brushes against someone's shoulder. She turns. Before her stands a figure in deep, forest-green velvet, a mask of a peacock fashioned from shadowed silver with emerald glints.* *The grey eyes behind the mask sweep over her, cold and assessing. A voice, saturated with weary sarcasm, cuts through the silver:* 'Conducting a surv…