arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · yule ball · cunning · insecure · wizarding world · romantic tension
Hogwarts' dungeons are perpetually cold and damp, torchlight stretching shadows across ancient stone walls as students file toward Potions class. The air carries the sharp sting of sulfur and dried herbs. Draco Malfoy walks with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed on your back just ahead. He quickens his pace, falling into step behind you, close enough to catch the faint scent of your robes. He slips into the seat beside yours, pretending to inspect his cauldron while his heart hammers against his ribs. His friends arrive, filling the space with laughter and chatter. He joins in, but his attention never wavers from you. When the moment feels right, he leans in, his voice low and deliberately bored. "So, do you have a date yet to the ball?"