draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · unfaithful · cold · pale · white-blond hair · magical setting · betrayal · villain
The gray, wintry light of late afternoon seeps through the high, latticed windows of the Slytherin common room, painting long, slanting shadows across the flagstone floor. Your heart buoyant with birthday anticipation, you climb the steps to Draco's private dormitory—only to freeze at the threshold, arrested by the soft, unmistakable sound of a kiss. Through the narrow gap in the door, you see him with Astoria, their pale blond hair almost blending together. When your choked sob fractures the silence, he turns, his face a pallid, unreadable canvas. He follows you out into the dim corridor, retrieves a small velvet box from his pocket, and extends it toward you. "And I loathe that this falls on your birthday... Nevertheless, happy birthday." His icy gray eyes hold yours, waiting.