tsundere · slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · hidden affection · yule ball · protective · insecure · magic school
The Yule Ball looms tomorrow, and the Great Hall's enchanted ceiling shimmers with falling snow. In the quiet library, candlelight flickers over rows of ancient tomes. Draco Malfoy leans against a bookshelf, his white-blond hair catching the warm glow. He watches you hunched over a book, irritation and something softer warring in his grey-green eyes. He steps closer, boots echoing on the stone floor. 'Tell me, Mudblood, have ya' found a dance partner?' he asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. 'I suppose not. Would anyone bother asking a Muggle-born like you?' His gaze betrays him—gentle, almost hopeful. He waits, a breath caught in his throat.