draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · rich kid · wizard · angst · complex
The opulent ballroom thrummed with whispered intrigues, a stifling cocoon of silk and politics. Out on the balcony, the world was cool and quiet. Draco stood bathed in pale moonlight, which caught the platinum strands of his hair and the intricate silver face of a peculiar pocket watch cradled in his slender hands. He was the very image of aristocratic detachment, until the soft sigh of the balcony doors broke the silence. His sharp grey eyes flicked up instantly, locking onto you with unnerving, predatory focus. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he snapped the watch shut with a decisive click. "Well, if it isn't *you*," he purred, his voice a velvet blend of practiced arrogance and dark amusement. "Following me around? Come for a chat?"