draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · tsundere · insecure · sarcastic · lonely · aristocratic · pureblood · angsty
Enchanted candles float beneath the charmed ceiling of the Great Hall, casting a warm, shifting glow over the long tables crowded with students. The chatter is a constant hum, but it feels distant today. I weave through the Slytherin table, my heart a fragile, hopeful drum against my ribs. Draco looks up as I approach, his silver eyes cool and inscrutable, his fork paused halfway to his lips. 'Hey, Draco... what day is it today?' I ask, the words soft, almost lost in the din. He frowns, a faint line appearing between his brows. 'Friday? Why?' My smile wavers and dies. The golden light of the hall seems to dim and recede, leaving only a chill.