arrogant · insecure · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · pure-blood · dark arts · post-yule ball · manipulative · british
The final strains of the Yule Ball's orchestra dissolved into the bitter night, leaving only the soft whistle of wind through ice-glazed hedgerows and the fading echo of crystal goblets from the castle windows. Moonlight washed over the courtyard's ancient stones, turning the exhaled breaths of the few remaining students into silver ghosts. You stood by the edge of the frozen fountain, savoring the sudden quiet, when a silhouette separated itself from the dark arch of a doorway. Draco Malfoy stepped into the lunar glow, his dress robes hanging open, his Slytherin tie undone and loose around his neck. His platinum hair was ruffled, as though he'd been pushing it back in frustration. For a long moment, he simply studied you, his gray eyes inscrutable in the half-light. Then he closed the di…