𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐃.𝐌.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 59

We arrive at the ball. I'm blindfolded, and so is Draco. Narcissa is doing everything in her power to make sure we don't see each other.

She separates us in the ballroom, and takes off our blindfolds.

As my eyes adjust, I gasp as I look through all the expensive furnishings.

A big crystal chandelier glistens in the warm light, the walls with designs of swirling spirals.

Tables with black tablecloths surround the magnificent huge dance floor.

People are scattered around and mingling with one another. Everyone masked and unrecognizable.

I turn around and see Narcissa looking gorgeous in her velvet green gown. She's too recognizable for me.

"You look extravagant Narcissa." I make sure to tell her.

"Thank you dear, you look beautiful." she replies.

I smile, and see my mother and father behind her, dressed in matching deep purple attire.

Narcissa nudges me a bit, "Now go mingle! The dances are about to start and Draco's looking for you." she smirks.

I move towards the dance floor, crowded with people now. So crowded that it's difficult to find an open space, and move through people.

Squeezing myself between couples, I find a space just big enough for myself to fit.

My dark mark is thankfully covered with makeup for the time being. I look down to check if it's still concealed, when the dancing begins.

I turn to walk away, to look for Draco. But instead, I clumsily bump into a muggle boy. He looked about a year older than me.

Brunette curly hair resting on his forehead, teasing his green eyes. His suit is a scarlet color. A matching mask to go with it, very eye catching against his olive skin. His tie is loose, as if it's been tattered with.

"My apologies." I say wide eyed.

He smiles, "No need to apologize. Let us dance."

The mystery boy pulls me in by my waist with one hand, the other holding my hand out to the side.

I place my opposite hand on his shoulder, as we slowly spin and move around.

When the dancing began, the floor became more clear, but still just as difficult to find my guy in this crowd.

He dips me, "Might I ask your name pretty thing?"

"Savanna." I tell him. "Your turn."

"Peter." he says smugly and pulls me back up.

He glances at my hand "I see there's a ring on your finger. Are you married?"

"No. Not yet at least." I mumble.

Peter chuckles, "You should come back to my place after this."

"No thank you." I say, unamused.

"Ah. Who's your boyfriend huh?" he asks.

I don't know why he's asking all of this. We've just met, and i'm dancing with him, a complete stranger.

"He's better than you." I spat.

"Feisty. That's how I like them." he grins.

I try to wriggle out of his grip on my body, but there's no use.

"Easy now. I'm not letting you go that quick." he whispers, way too close to my face.

"You know Peter, being arrogant isn't the best way to earn a girl's affection." I tell tell him.

Even though that's how Draco and I started.

I feel his hand creep lower, slipping from my waist and moving to my ass.

I scoff, "Don't fucking touch me."

"You're boyfriend isn't here... what's the harm pretty thing?" he gets even closer to my face, before I see the glimpse of something dark over us both.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Her."

I look, and see platinum blonde hair, and the lips I kiss.

Draco is dressed in a black suit, with a button up shirt underneath. A couple buttons are undone, revealing his clean and smooth chest. His hair is more messy than usual, it's getting in his eyes slightly. His mask is made up of black feathers.

"I recall she told you not to touch her. Maybe you should listen." Draco says.

Peter let's go, "Hey chill man. Do you even know her?"

"I've kissed her, i've hugged her, i've fucked her, i've held her, i've given her a ring. Take a good fucking guess." Draco says taking my arms.

"Ah. So you're the boyfriend of the pretty thing." Peter scoffs.

Draco's expression seems to harden, "Can you stop calling her that. It makes me wanna kill myself."

I wrap one hand around the back Draco's waist, my other hand rests on his abs.

Peter does a cocky fake frown, "Sadly no. It's true isn't it? She's a pretty thing. The name suits her."

"Fuck off already." Draco scolds.

Peter winks, and then walks away, going to a table and taking a seat.

"Thank you." I say, looking up at Draco.

Draco shakes his head, "I saw the way he touched you."

"Can't leave me alone anywhere I guess." I say sheepishly.

"Dance?" he smiles.

I nod and he takes my hand. We spin slowly, while moving around the floor along with the other couples.

I rub my hand across Draco's chest, "He asked if I was married you know."

He smiles, "It's the ring."

His arm wraps around my waist, and his picks me up, so that i'm stepping on his feet. He was now guiding the both of us.

I look down, "I have a weird question."

"I'm listening."

"Why do you... see me as beautiful? I have so many flaws and it's like you've never even laid eyes on them."

He grins, "Everything about you is perfect. You're stubborn that's for sure. But just- the way speak, and the way you look at me, makes me feel so special. And the way you cared for me after my fight with Tom, and the way you held me on the astronomy tower. I feel way too lucky." he chuckled.

"In that case I think you're more beautiful than me." I say, "You took care of me when I was drunk and confused. And sometimes you just look more beautiful. Like your hair... i'm addicted to how it looks when it's messy in your face."

"Like right now?"

I nod.

I look up at him with innocent eyes, he looks down on me, and of course he looks irresistible.

"You haven't kissed me today. So please, kiss me." I plead.

Draco's hand on my waist tightened, and just before our lips touched, "Oh- and you're needy too."

I couldn't protest, his kiss silenced me just in time.

His feet we're still moving, keeping us both dancing. But we were locked in a romantic embrace.