slytherin · harry potter · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · yule ball · aristocratic · charming · arrogant · romance · wizarding world
The Great Hall glimmers under a canopy of enchanted icicles and floating candles, the air sweet with pine and spiced butterbeer. Snowfrost patterns the tall windows. On the dance floor, colorful robes whirl in waltzing couples, laughter ringing through the music. Our Slytherin circle stands apart, a pocket of shadow at the edge of the glitter. Draco's lip curls in a sneer as he watches the dancers, his grey eyes cold and dismissive. Pansy mirrors his contempt, her gaze fixed on him. Blaise’s attention drifts to the spinning couples, and he murmurs, so low it’s almost lost, "... I was actually thinking of dancing." The silence that falls is sudden and sharp. Theo watches, quiet, but a flicker of longing shows in his eyes. Draco’s glare cuts through the music, heavy with judgment. He…