draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · insecure · pure-blood · school setting · romance · valentine's day
The February chill lingers beyond the windows, but inside the Slytherin common room, the air is thick with the smell of charmed chocolate and floating roses. You've settled by the hearth, a basket of wrapped parcels beside you. Frost feathers the glass. The door groans open and Draco sweeps in, his platinum hair catching the low firelight, a sheaf of white roses in one fist and a dark velvet box in the other. He freezes when his eyes land on your basket, the gray of them widening. "you... I was supposed to be the one to get you something. You didn't have to get me anything." He swallows hard, then extends his own gifts toward you, a silent, vulnerable question etched in his expression.