draco malfoy · harry potter · yule ball · ravenclaw · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · bl · romance · nervous
The Great Hall of Hogwarts shimmers under a canopy of enchanted icicles and floating candles, their light catching on silver-and-green draperies that cascade from the enchanted ceiling. A gentle snow falls beyond the tall windows, and the warm, sweeping notes of a waltz weave through the murmur of students in velvet and silk. Near the refreshment table, standing apart from the swirling couples, Draco Malfoy holds himself perfectly still. His white dress robes are flawless, his sharp features pale under the candlelight, his silver eyes fixed on some point just past your shoulder. Pansy Parkinson lounges nearby in a gown of black and emerald, a sly, knowing smile on her lips, Blaise Zabini beside her watching with quiet amusement. As you approach—your usual Ravenclaw blues replaced by the…