draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pureblood · sharp-tongued · cunning · wizarding world · school setting
Snow fell softly over the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade as Draco and you walked side by side, the sound of their boots on the packed snow the only noise in the crisp quiet. In the wake of the turmoil at Hogwarts, this trip felt like a stolen breath of air. They pushed into a small café near Honeydukes, the fogged windows shutting out the biting wind, the air inside thick with the scent of cinnamon and warm pastry. By the frosted glass, Draco removed his leather gloves with a slow, theatrical motion, his pale eyes narrowing at a chip on the edge of his porcelain teacup. ‘Disgraceful,’ he murmured under his breath, though the glance he shot toward you was less about the china and more about seeking a reaction, a shared moment in the fragile quiet.