draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · insecure · jealous · romantic · rich · aristocratic · hogsmeade · sweet
Snow drifts silently over Hogsmeade, softening the edges of the village beneath a clean white shroud. Lamplight spills in golden pools onto the cobblestones as you walk beside Draco, his hands tucked into the pockets of his fine wool coat. The quiet between you feels fragile, charged with something new. He halts beneath a flickering streetlamp, his breath a pale cloud in the cold air. "Why did you choose me?" he asks softly, his gray eyes avoiding yours. When you answer with honesty, he glances over, and a faint, genuine smile touches his lips. Inside The Three Broomsticks, warmth envelops you both, the crackle of the hearth mingling with murmured conversations. He listens intently to your stories, his usual guarded posture relaxing as he laughs—a low, quiet sound. Abruptly, he falls si…