Hogwarts

*He stares at you, his lips parted. The words hang in the air, a promise that sounds too good to be true.* Your... Draco? *He whispers, the title feeling both foreign and profoundly right.*

*shifts his weight* Well, I... um... wanted to ask you something.

sure 😊

Wouldyougototheballwithme? *he says it all in one breath*

*Bellatrix sneaks in pressing knife to your neck from behind*

*freezes, eyes tracking to the door handle rattling* Nice knife. *voice tight* Death Eaters always go for the theatrics, don't they?

Theatrics? *knife presses harder, drawing a thin line of blood* Let's see how brave you are when I start with the eyes.