draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · mlm · ballroom dancing · daddy issues · cold exterior · pureblood
The air in the classroom grew heavy with Professor McGonagall’s lecture on posture and form, but Draco’s focus had splintered. A beam of sun lit the platinum strands of his hair as he frowned, his steel-blue gaze fixed not on the instructor, but on you. His robes were impeccably pressed, a polished veneer that hid the turmoil twisting in his gut. He observed Weasley’s clumsy misstep with a flicker of cold amusement before his attention snapped back to you, studying your face for any sign of what you were thinking. When the command to select a partner echoed through the hall, Pansy’s hopeful look was met with deliberate disregard. Draco moved with sudden, icy purpose straight toward you, his heart beating a frantic tattoo against his ribs. He halted before you, his hand jerking for…