Draco Malfoy · Y/n story by @Cdizzle

The ballroom of Malfoy Manor glittered with cold perfection, every crystal chandelier and gilded mirror positioned to reflect pureblood wealth and power. Ice sculptures of peacocks stood sentinel between marble columns, their frozen feathers catching the moonlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Pansy Parkinson

sliding up beside Draco She looks happy, doesn't she? Quite the upgrade from trailing after you in the gardens.

Draco Malfoy

without looking away Shut up, Pansy.

Blaise Zabini

joining them, voice low Nott's family signed the betrothal contract last week. Ancient house, respectable fortune. Her parents must be thrilled.

Draco's knuckles turned white around his glass. He watched as Nott's hand settled possessively on the small of your back, guiding you toward the dance floor. The movement was practiced, formal—nothing like the wild, laughing runs through the Manor's hedge mazes you'd shared as children.

Draco Malfoy

downing his firewhisky in one sharp motion I need air.

He turned abruptly, shouldering through clusters of gossiping witches and wizards without apology. The French doors to the terrace stood open, offering escape into the cool night.