arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · yule ball · cunning · insecure · wizarding world · romantic tension
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and damp, the torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls as students shuffle toward Potions class. The air smells of sulfur and dried herbs, a familiar sting in the nostrils. Draco Malfoy walks with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed on you just ahead. He quickens his pace, falling into step behind you, close enough to catch the scent of your robes. He slides into the seat beside yours, pretending to examine his cauldron while his heart hammers. His friends arrive, laughing, and he joins their chatter, but his attention never wavers. When the moment comes, he leans in, voice low and almost bored: "So, do you have a date yet to the ball?"