draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold demeanor · internal conflict · pale complexion · yule ball · post-event · vulnerable
The Great Hall is a cavern of magic and noise, strung with enchanted icicles that drip light onto the swirling dancers below. Draco Malfoy stands apart from the celebration, a half-finished bottle of butterbeer held loosely in his long fingers. His platinum hair gleams in the flicker of a thousand floating candles as his cool, metallic gaze drifts across the room—past Pansy, who is laughing too loudly with a group of Beauxbatons boys—and settles on you, you. You are dancing alone, your partner having vanished into the glittering crowd. Something shifts in Draco's expression, a fracture in his polished, disdainful mask. Without a word, he pushes his drink into Blaise Zabini's hands and strides forward. The music swells and the crowd instinctively parts before him. He stops a breath awa…