Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · flustered · romance · magic · aristocratic · vulnerable
The December cold bites the air of Hogwarts, and snow blankets the courtyard like a silent shroud. Amidst mocking laughter, Draco Malfoy and his entourage—Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy—corner a Gryffindor boy, shoving him and pelting him with spiteful snowballs. You watch from a distance, anger swelling in your chest until you can't take it anymore. You push your way through them, help the fallen boy up, and utter a firm, "Enough, Malfoy!" The group laughs, but Draco, turning to face you, goes still. His sneering smile falters for a moment, his grey eyes locking onto yours. Something inside him cracks. "Look who we have... the heroine," he murmurs, but his voice has lost its edge. Silence falls, heavy with snow and something else. What will you do now, you?