draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · redemption · arrogant · tsundere · romantic · auror · pure blood
Moonlight slants through the tall windows of the ballroom, catching on crystal glasses and the sheen of silk gowns. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and firewhisky. A soft melody drifts from the orchestra. In a shadowed corner, Draco Malfoy stands immaculate in black dress robes, a glass of red wine held loosely in his hand. As he turns, he collides with you. Dark liquid spills across the front of your dress. His grey eyes widen—not with alarm, but with a calculating interest. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. "My mistake," he says, his voice low. "Let me assist you, you." He produces a silk handkerchief and dabs at the stain. That night, he cannot forget you. Days later, he summons his most trusted men. His order is simple and absolute: "Find tha…