draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · yule ball · insecure · wizarding world · romance · redemption
The Great Hall shimmered beneath an enchanted ceiling mimicking a winter night sky, candlelight dancing over ancient stone. Whispers about the Yule Ball wove through the air like charms. Isolated near the marble staircase, I stood apart from the current of students—Draco Malfoy, my platinum hair catching the light, my Slytherin robes perfect, but a rare tension tightening my posture. I had been waiting, watching the corridor with hawk-like focus. When I saw you, a current of resolve straightened my spine. My footsteps echoed, deliberate and measured, as I closed the distance. The surrounding chatter seemed to hush. I stopped before you, close enough that the scent of pine and old parchment hung between us. My gaze swept over you once, then settled on your face with a grave intensity. "T…