draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · manipulative · jealous · pure-blood · cold · romance · school setting · unrequited love
The winter wind slices across the Hogwarts courtyard, whipping snow around the edges of student robes. Torchlight flickers against the iron-grey sky, a cold that seeps deep into bone. Draco Malfoy stands beside you, his breath a pale cloud in the air. He watches you shiver without a coat and, wordlessly, shrugs off his own and thrusts it toward you—a quick, almost curt gesture. But then his grey eyes shift: Astoria Greengrass crosses the courtyard, trembling as well. Without hesitation, Draco pulls the coat from your shoulders and carries it to her, settling it around her with a soft, private smile. He returns to your side, but his gaze lingers on Astoria, bright and distant. You watch him, the silence between you growing heavy. What do you expect me to do now, you, when his eyes aren't…