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#6 - Annual Band Ball

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Blood: Pureblood
Year: This is after Hogwarts. Both Draco and you are 21.
House: Any
Remember: You are part of a famous band named PrettySavage and Draco is part of another famous band (that's not really a warning but still),  hate to Theodore Nott.

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"Used to be your girl
Now I'm used to being the GOAT
You're sittin' on your feelings
I'm sittin' on my throne
I ain't got no time for the troubles in your eyes
This time I'm only lookin' at me, myself and I
I'ma do it on my own now
Now that you're alone, got you lookin' for a clone now
That's how I'm gettin' down
Destined for this and the crown
Sing it loud like,"

You stopped singing as Hermione, your bandmate took over. You kept dancing to the song, your body moving like the waves in the ocean, one hand holding the mike, the other making motions and your eyes looking at the audience. You could see Theodore Nott, your ex-boyfriend who you had just broken up with, in the audience. He cheated on you and you felt like you still loved him. But in your heart of hearts you knew you had feelings for someone else. Draco Malfoy.

Luna, your other bandmate, stopped singing as the song came to an end. The five of you on stage did your signature PrettySavage dab and smirked at the cameras, passing the mics onto the mike man. Theodore was moving towards you, his arms outstretched. He couldn't climb onto stage though, he wasn't important enough. But then he got onto stage, no one stopping him. 'Oh heck,' you thought, 'he's my supposed boyfriend!'  You grabbed your mic back from the mike man, and said, "Dear all, I would like to announce that I have broken up with Theodore Nott." Everyone gasped at this. "Could you please remove him from stage?" you hissed to the guard. 

"Right, Miss. Y/l/n!" he exclaimed.

Your boss, Mr. Mellark said, "Then who will escort you to the Grand Ball this evening?" 

"I'm sure lots of boys would be gratified to take me to the ball," you said, smiling sweetly, internally screaming. "Now, if you don't mind, my best friend is waiting over there," you added.

"Sure." he moved out of the way.

You walked towards Draco who was standing on the stage, waiting patiently for you. You smiled at the boy in his black tuxedo and white shirt. His white blonde hair was messed up, just as you liked him. The only color on his face were his lips and cheeks.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," you said.

"Ooooh," a shriek was heard. The owner of the shriek was Rita Skeeter.

Now you were pretty sure what the next day's title for the Daily Prophet would be:

'Is There a Blooming Romance Between Y/n and Draco Malfoy?'

No, there wasn't. I mean, you crushed on Draco but you were pretty sure that Draco didn't like you back.

"It's Draco. Let's go, shall we?" Draco asked you.

"'Course I know it's Draco, wouldn't I know your name? And yeah, let's go," you said.

You and Draco had been friends in Hogwarts, best friends from Year 4. And you still were.

Draco grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers. Warmth spread all over you and you couldn't help but smile. The two of you apparated away from the Starrn, the place where you were performing, and into thin air.

The two of you landed and smiled at each other. You were at your safe haven. The lush green grass was soft to sit on and the trees waved their branches at you in welcome. Overall, it was perfection. 

You sat down beside Draco and promptly fell asleep.

NO, NO, THAT DID NOT HAPPEN. I'm just kidding.

You sat down beside Draco and spoke. And spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Until the two of you finally arrived at a topic which is going to interest the readers snooping on you.

You said, "Umm, Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have a partner for the ball tonight, which Mr. Mellark just reminded me about."

"So? Should I fall off a cliff or what?"

Draco knew exactly what you wanted to say, but wouldn't it be a lot more fun to see Y/n, main Vocalist of PrettySavage, stuttering and stammering and asking him out? So he smirked at you.

And you knew that he knew what you wanted to say. Well, you thought, let's give him a surprise, shall we?

Which caused you to say, "So I was wondering if you could tell Blaise to meet me at the ball?" 

Draco stared at you for a while. And hated you to no end for making him say what he was going to say the next moment:

"Y/n, will you go with me to the Band Ball?"

You were about to answer when he cut in with, "You have three options. A) Definitely yes. B) Why not? C) Duh. Which one do you choose?"

"D) I will not."

"Oi! You are going with me. End of discussion."

"Fine, fine, since you want me to. How can I disappoint my best friend?"

"I won't be your best friend by the end of the night", he said, kissing your cheek and getting up. "See you soon!"

And he left, leaving you with red cheeks, which you blamed on the cold.

A/N:

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