Dracotok Story

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You missed the next couple days of classes and stayed in your room all day long, not having motivation to show your face to the public. You somehow managed to miss the first whole week of school. Promising yourself that you'll get to class on Monday, you get excited for the start of term party that Saturday night which some Gryffindors are hosting in the common room. (Most of the time the common room isn't big enough and it continues into the corridors outside. Filch tries to shut it down each year, but McGonagall likes this annual tradition and says it can continue). Since other house members always attend, Draco agreed to come with you.

"Does this look alright?" Ginny asks as you're getting ready for the party in you and Hermione's room.

You pause putting on mascara to look at her. She's wearing a matching sage green blazer and dress pants with a white tube top underneath. "You look great, Gin." She always wants to look her best for Harry.

"I'm ready to go whenever you guys are," Hermione says, already waiting at the door, patting her light blue dress.

"Just about done," you say, fluffing your hair again in the mirror. You're wearing a wine-colored dress that goes almost down to the floor. The type of dress that flows and whirls when you spin around. The bodice is tight and has lace and sparkles. You have silver heels and a silver hair clip to match. You're feeling very pretty tonight and the most confident you've felt in a long time.

At the top of the staircase, you spot Draco. He doesn't see you at first, but when he does, his jaw drops. He smiles, excited to greet you at the bottom of the stairs.

You glide your hand down the railing and look into his eyes. When you get to the last step, your handsome boyfriend reaches out a hand. He's wearing all white and looks put together. He always looks presentable, but something about Draco in white is different; a good different. "Would you care to join me in a dance, Miss?" He kisses your hand.

Continuing the act of being all formal, you say "I would be delighted," and bat your eyes at him.

The first couple songs are slow dances. They do this for the sake of the couples and to give an opportunity for single people to ask each other to dance. In prior years, Lee Jordan used to DJ, but since he's gone, he's passed it on to Dennis Creevy.

You walk to the center of the room where other people are already dancing. He puts his hands on your waist and you put your hands on his shoulders. You slowly sway to the music.

"You look really beautiful, darling." You see the affection in his eyes as he pulls you closer.

"You look dashing yourself, Malfoy."

The next song is even more relaxing, and you're basically just hugging and gently swaying. Your arms are around his neck, and your head is resting on his chest. The room is calm.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine, and a smile upon your face.

You raise your head off his chest and kiss him. Slowly kissing, still swaying to the music, feeling like you're the only ones in the room.

I want this moment to last forever. I never want to let go.

The music is now lively and the party party has started. How's the time when all the singles standing against the wall come to the floor.

Draco won't let you out of his sight tonight. Though he trusts you, he doesn't want what happened last time you were at a party to happen again.

You dance with your friends for a couple songs, then Draco puts a hand on your shoulder and says "C'mon, let's get out of here."

You're intrigued. "Alright..."

He grabs your hand and you brush past many people to get out of the common room. People are already snogging in the hallway. You pass them, and continue outside. When you walked out of the large oak doors, it felt like you broke a barrier, now in the cool night air with sheets of stars surrounding you and twinkling in the sky. The music is barely audible, and muffled through the thick walls.

You take a deep breath of fresh air as you walk down a couple stone steps to a makeshift dance floor. Just you and Draco. As you twirl around, your heels clank on the stone beneath you.

Draco comes up behind you and snakes his hands around your waist. You lean back against him as he hugs you tighter, and you put your hands on his arms. You hear your breath slow down, and you relax. His warmth is comforting.

You whip around and kiss him, catching him off guard. He pulls you closer, and he kisses you again with more passion. This kiss is different than the one inside; both special in their own way. You pull back, seeing the red mess of lipstick on his lips in the moonlight and laugh a little.

"What?" He asks, smiling yet confused.

You grab his chin and kiss his cheek. "I'm marking you with my red lipstick."

He rolls his eyes and laughs with you. "You can mark me with lipstick as often as you want."

You go back to kissing him, trailing your hands up his chest. The breeze gently blows your dress, creating the most perfect picture in the moonlight.