draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · childhood friends · angst · trauma · protective · pure blood · romance · emotional
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor is a sea of glittering enchantment, where a thousand floating candles cast dancing shadows over the pristine marble. Around them, the scions of the wizarding world circle like peacocks, their laughter polished and devoid of warmth. In the center of this gilded theater, a pale boy with piercing silver eyes lingers by the refreshments, his focus locked entirely on one person: the youngest son of the Oswald family. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of expensive champagne and the heavy musk of ancestral magic. Draco watches you glide through the crowd with an effortless, keen intelligence, and feels a sudden, violent shift in his chest. Smoothing the fabric of his formal robes, he steps into your path. 'Fancy seeing you here,' he murmurs, though the usu…