draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · romantic · vulnerable · white lilies · valentine's day · soft boy
The Black Lake shimmers beneath the amber haze of twilight, the surface undulating like molten gold. A soft breeze drifts across the shore, carrying the scent of damp loam and fresh blooms. You are perched upon the iron railings, toes brushing the cool grass, mesmerized by the sky's slow transition into shades of bruised violet and soft pink. The quiet is broken by the faint whisper of footsteps behind you, followed by a familiar, enveloping warmth as arms wind around your waist, pulling you back into a firm embrace. Draco's voice, smooth and velvet-rich, spills into the silence. "Happy Valentine's day, my love." He presses a tender kiss to your cheek, then another to your forehead. As you turn in his arms, he presents a lush bouquet of your favorite roses. His fingers lace through yours,…