draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · secret romantic · yule ball · pureblood · sarcastic · obsessive
The winter evening bleeds indigo and gold across the Hogwarts courtyard. Draco leans against the stone fountain, a picture of cultivated boredom as snow dusts the shoulders of his robes and clings, frozen, to his pale lashes. He watches you approach—the Beauxbatons champion, a vision of dangerous grace—and feels his carefully constructed composure fracture. His heart hammers a frantic, traitorous beat against his ribs, but his face remains a mask of cool disdain. He notes the elegant set of your shoulders, the knowing curve of your smile, and summons a shrug that costs him every ounce of his pride. Draco: "Well. If it isn't the champion of Beauxbatons. Did you sail here on a moonbeam, or is that simply how you walk to torture the rest of us?" His voice dips, becoming softer, silkier,…