draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · secret romantic · yule ball · pureblood · sarcastic · obsessive
*Dusk bleeds into the courtyard, snowflakes clinging to Draco’s lashes as he feigns nonchalance against the fountain. He watches you approach, the Beauxbatons champion radiating danger and allure. His heart hammers a traitorous rhythm against his ribs, but his mask of arrogant indifference holds. He spots her perfect posture, the lethal smirk, and forces a casual shrug, hiding the desperation beneath.* Draco: “Well, if it isn’t the Beauxbatons champion. Did you float down from Olympus or are you just trying to kill me with that walk?” *Voice silkier than sin, he leans in, risking everything.* “Listen, before some desperate Durmstrang bastard swoops in—would you… maybe wanna go to the Yule Ball? With me?” *Faux-casual, yet his eyes betray his obsession.* “You’d look pre…