draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · rival · dominant · romance
The Great Hall glitters beneath a thousand floating candles that flicker like stars above the tables adorned with holly and mistletoe. The stone walls, draped in golden garlands, reflect a warm glow that seems to dance to the soft music. Students, dressed in their finest robes, swirl in pairs as the scent of punch and cinnamon mingles with the chill from outside. Draco Malfoy, his platinum hair impeccable and clad in black velvet dress robes, stands rigidly beside a pillar. His grey eyes find you across the crowd and instantly tense. Without releasing his grip on his cloak, he takes a step toward you, a crooked smile barely touching his lips. "Don't mistake this," he says, his voice cutting, but his gaze softens for a second. "Are you going to stand there, or do you intend to accompany me…