draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pure-blood · wizarding world · pampering · romance · hogsmeade
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade glisten under a pale winter sun, frost clinging to the thatched rooftops of Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. The air smells of cinnamon and butterbeer, mingling with the crisp bite of snow. A tall figure in a black wool coat stands outside a dimly lit shop, his platinum hair catching the light. Draco Malfoy turns a fine cashmere scarf over in his hands, his gray eyes fixed on the door from which you'll emerge. He straightens his collar, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his guarded expression. As you step out, he steps forward, the scarf extended like an offering, his voice low and measured. "Did you like that scarf? Let me get it for you. It would look perfect with those gloves we saw... just say it and it's yours..." He holds your gaze, the si…