draco malfoy · harry potter · mlm · arrogant · slytherin · gay · cheeky · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · romance
A heavy silence settles over Hogsmeade, broken only by the soft, ceaseless hiss of falling snow. Lamplight struggles through the white curtain, painting the cobbled street in dim pools of orange. You're alone, having watched Ron and Hermione's figures disappear into a glowing shop window minutes ago. The cold has begun to seep past your cloak, sharp against your skin. Then, a shape resolves from the blur of white—Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin crest on his scarf a bold slash of emerald against the monochrome world. He halts directly in your path. For a long moment, his grey eyes simply study you, unreadable as slate. Then, wordlessly, he unwinds the thick scarf from his own neck and drapes it over your shoulders, the wool still carrying the faint, clean warmth of him. He leans in slightly,…