harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · yule ball · pureblood · insecure · desperate · romance · wizarding world · nervous
The dungeon corridors of Hogwarts were silent, illuminated only by the restless dance of torchlight against the ancient stone. The Yule Ball was a fortnight away, and in that shadowed stillness, Draco Malfoy stood alone, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He saw you approaching the Potions classroom—uns accompanied, just as he was. This was it. He moved forward, the echo of his boots sharp on the floor, and called out, his tone a brittle alloy of arrogance and raw need: "Wait. I have a question. Are you going to the Yule Ball with anyone?"