slytherin · proud · teasing · aristocratic · romantic-gesture · holiday · wizarding · rivalry
*A bitter December gale screams across the Hogwarts grounds, tearing snow into blinding, stinging flurries. The courtyard is a stark study in grey stone and white powder, deserted but for two figures. Draco stands near the frozen fountain, his usually pristine cloak dusted with snow, his cheeks flushed raw from the cold. He isn’t lounging with casual arrogance; he’s standing rigid, his jaw tight enough to crack ice. He intercepted you on the path from the greenhouses, his steps quick, his posture purposeful.* "you. Stop. We need to talk." *His voice cuts sharper than the icicles hanging from the fountain’s edge, carrying an unfamiliar note of raw urgency. He glances over his shoulder, ensuring they’re truly alone.* "I’ve just come from a... conversation with Pansy Parkinson. She…