dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

dancing under the stars,

Kissing you had the burning passion of the sins of hell, bathed in the blessings of heaven.
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I enter the hall in which the Yule Ball is taking place. Snowflakes and angels are floating around gracefully in generous amounts. Girls and boys drifted around, in circles and pairs, some standing at the sides.

I try to walk in quietly, to not attract any unwanted attention.

But of course, that doesn't work. 

My silver hair, scarred face, almond eyes and pink cheeks grab practically everyone's attention. 

"I didn't know that she was so pretty."

"I haven't seen silver, glowing hair."

"Why is she so scarred?"

"She looks weird but her hair makes up for that."

"Why is she so late?"

I can hear whispers from either side and I get even more anxious as I look for a quiet corner to take the picture and just leave.

"I didn't know that you were coming," a voice tells me.

I spin around to face the one and only, Draco Malfoy.

"Well, you know now. Hello," I reply.

"Hi," he replies softly, as if I were a deer he didn't want to scare away. He extends a hand towards me, "Dance?"

"Uh . . ."

He yanks me towards him, "I'll decide then. You want to."

"N-no," I say.

"Liar," he says and I blush, because he is right.

We glide smoothly across the dance floor and hardly notice the complete and total silence around us. Suddenly, he twirls me, making me land perfectly in his arms, staring up into his face. 

I blush immediately and he smirks although he is blushing too. 

Astoria, Draco's date, walks up to us, "Come on, Dracy, dance with me now!"

I push myself out of Draco's grasp, my heart weighed down by the heavy stone of Astoria's words. I wasn't his date, Astoria was -- and she deserved to have him this evening. I walk towards the door of the hall as slowly as I can, for I do not want to seem weak.

"No, Li- Stunnings!" I hear Draco's voice behind me. "Astoria, weren't you dancing with Nott?"

"But now I want to dance with you!" I turn to see Astoria pouting at Draco. But I don't think that she's a brat. I think that Draco is the brat. Astoria has full and complete right over her date. After all, she didn't ask him, did she?

Astoria is stalking off with her nose in the air, and Draco runs his fingers through his hair and strides in my direction. 

I throw my heels off and start running because I have no want to face that boy. I can never be angry when I'm actually staring him in the face.

I hear his shoes behind me, clattering on the ground. Apparently, I run so fast that he catches up to me in a few strides.

I see a flight of stairs and start stomping up them, I have no idea where they lead. 

"Libelle?" he asks.

"Shut up. Shut up. This is not where we talk," I reply.

"Sure, whatever you say," he replies, sounding relieved.

"What is this place?" I ask as I gaze at an obviously enchanted ceiling filled with stars. 

"The Astronomy Tower," he replies, chuckling. "So you didn't know where you were going all along?"

He shouldn't be chuckling. He should crying. But he isn't. And he looks beautiful in the moonlight. Lords, what am I supposed to do if he looks so great all the bloody time?

Now he looks serious, "Look, Libelle, I- I- I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming."

"You almost kissed me this morning! And then you go with Astoria?"

"Well, I asked her a long time back and I told you."

"Brilliant. Just bloody damned brilliant."

I feel his hand upon my left shoulder. "That- that kiss wasn't nothing, Dragonfly. And you know it."

His hands slip down and I feel the warmth of his fingers against my wrist. I can't take it anymore. I turn around.

And then we're kissing.

Lips parted, breaths heavy, hearts thumping; kissing.

The kiss tastes like the regret in the quietness of dawn, of childhood friendship, of the clouds at sunset. It tastes like heaven burning in hellfire. 

It tastes sinfully good, burning with desire.

He whispers against my lips, "Don't want me? Liar."