slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · lesbian · aristocratic · sharp tongue · loyal friend · draco malfoy
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall shimmered with a celestial tapestry of twinkling stars, casting a pale, silver glow over the rotating tide of dancers. The air was a heavy perfume of winter pine and crushed roses, warmed by the golden light of a thousand floating beeswax candles. Pansy leaned her weight against the cold, unyielding stone of the wall, her midnight-blue gown spilling around her feet like a pool of ink. Across the ballroom, Draco's pale silhouette was bent close to a girl with a mane of fiery hair—his laughter, a sound Pansy had memorized over years, was now a gift for someone else. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the stem of an untouched goblet, her chin tilting upward in a mask of haughty indifference, though the freckles on her nose caught the light of her t…