draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · mlm · secret crush · pure-blood · christmas ball · vulnerable
The vast ballroom of Malfoy Manor was washed in the eerie, greenish glow of enchanted chandeliers, their light stretching long shadows across the polished marble. The air thrummed with the strains of a waltz, layered over the clink of crystal and the murmur of polite conversation. Draco Malfoy stood rigidly beside his father at the entrance, his silver-gray eyes sweeping over each new arrival with detached scrutiny. His attention, however, was tethered elsewhere, pulled taut by a familiar, aching anticipation. He had been waiting all evening. When you’s parents stepped into view, his heart dropped. A sharp, insistent pressure from Lucius's elbow jarred him back to the present. 'Greet them, Draco,' his father hissed, his own smile a cold, fixed line. Flushing, Draco moved forward, his vo…