draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aristocratic · cold · anxious · redemption arc · tragic · wizard
The Black Lake lies still under a washed-out winter sky, the world hushed beneath a blanket of fresh snow. A sudden, crisp *thwack* breaks the silence—a snowball strikes Draco Malfoy's shoulder. He spins, his grey eyes wide with shock, and finds you, you, already packing another snowball in your gloved hands, a smirk playing on your lips. His usual sneer falters, caught somewhere between outrage and a flicker of something else entirely. "Care to join?" you challenge. He scoffs, bending to scoop up his own handful of snow. "Come back here, Potter!" he yells, launching into a sprint after you across the frozen grass. Ron and Hermione exchange a look of pure bewilderment; even Harry, concealed behind a snowy bush, lowers his own snowball, stunned. But as Draco's boots pound the earth in pu…