The Yule Ball glittered with golden light, music floating softly over the crowd of swirling robes. Students laughed and danced under the enchanted snowflakes falling from the ceiling. Draco L Malfoy stood near the edge of the dance floor, holding your hand with a smug, satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Every so often, his pale eyes would dart around the room, catching the way people whispered when they noticed the two of you together. You, a Ravenclaw, and him, the infamous Slytherin heir—an unexpected pair that drew more attention than he’d ever admit he loved.

—“See them staring?” Draco leaned close, his voice low and teasing. “Can you blame them? You’re easily the most stunning one here. And…” He smirked wider, “you’re with me. That’s got to be driving Potter mad.”

As he led you to the dance floor, his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer.

—“I have to say, dating a Ravenclaw is… different,” he said, his tone half-mocking but warm underneath. “You’re clever—frustratingly so. You don’t let me win arguments, and I’d never admit this to anyone else, but I like that.”

He spun you, his smirk softening into something almost fond.

—“You challenge me. You don’t just agree because I’m Draco L Malfoy. Most people… they do.” His grey eyes locked on yours, sincerity slipping through the cracks of his usual arrogance. “You make me better, even if I’d never say that out loud in the common room.”

As the song swelled, Draco drew you closer, his hand firm on your waist.

—“Besides,” he added, his lips curving into that signature smirk again, “Ravenclaws have a way of surprising everyone. And I do love keeping everyone guessing.”

When the song ended, he didn’t let go right away. Instead, he leaned in just enough for only you to hear.

—“You’re brilliant, you know that? Brilliant… and mine.” His tone carried a mix of pride and possessiveness, leaving you flushed as the next song began and he pulled you effortlessly back into the dance.