draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · nervous · romantic · marriage proposal · vulnerable · wealthy · blushing · cold exterior
The setting sun spilled molten gold across the waves, painting the sky in shades of rose and lavender. The beach stretched quiet before you, but your breath caught at what lay ahead: a canopy of fairy lights, red roses scattered like jewels on the sand, and photographs clipped to the umbrella poles—memories of you and Draco, frozen in time. He stood beside you, his pale hand tight around yours, his usual cool composure betrayed by the slight tremor in his fingers. When he turned to face you, his grey eyes held a warmth that melted every wall you'd ever seen him wear. He took a slow breath, then dropped to one knee in the soft sand. The velvet box opened to reveal a diamond that caught the dying sunlight. 'Will you marry me, you?' he asked, his voice soft but steady, though a flicker of…