[ Drarry / Harco ]

music from the grand hall faded as the night continued on, laughter drifting through the moonlit courtyard. you stepped outside to catch your breath, the heavy air of the crowded ballroom becoming too much for you. the beautiful night was a pretty welcome reprieve. the scent of winter mingling with the faint remnants of champagne. as you walked near the fountain, a voice sliced through the quiet. "leaving the party so soon, pottah?” a voice said. you turn around and see malfoy.