She's right in front of him.
Draco finds it impossible to avert his eyes, captivated by the radiance of her smile and the enchanting sound of her laughter. It stands out starkly against the world he is accustomed to, yet he can't resist the emotion...
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8th Year
As winter approached and the air grew colder, the Hogwarts students eagerly prepared for the upcoming winter break. Among them, Draco and Y/N had made plans to spend the holidays at the Malfoy Manor. The idea of a quiet, magical winter in the elegant estate held a certain allure.
As the last day of term arrived, the Great Hall buzzed with excitement. Students gathered their belongings, exchanging farewells and looking forward to the warmth of family and festive celebrations. Draco and Y/N joined the throng, ready to embark on their journey to the Malfoy Manor.
Amidst the enchanted snowfall outside the castle, the couple Apparated to the grand entrance of the Malfoy estate. The Manor stood proudly, adorned with a dusting of snow, creating a picturesque winter scene.
Draco, guiding Y/N through the familiar halls, couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. "Welcome to the Malfoy Manor. It's been a while since it felt like home during the holidays."
Y/N smiled, taking in the opulent surroundings. "It's beautiful, Draco. I can see why you'd want to spend winter here."
In the midst of the festive atmosphere at the Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy, elegant and poised, approached Draco and Y/N in the grand foyer. A genuine smile graced her face as she extended her arms towards Y/N for a warm embrace.
"Y/N, dear. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Narcissa greeted, her eyes filled with warmth.
Y/N reciprocated the hug, feeling a sense of acceptance. "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. It's an honor to be here."
Narcissa pulled back, holding Y/N at arm's length, and with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "Oh, please, call me Narcissa. And there's no need for formalities. Draco has told me so much about you in his letters."
Draco, slightly taken aback, shot his mother a surprised look. Narcissa chuckled. "Yes, Draco has been keeping me updated. He seems quite smitten, doesn't he?"
Draco, a touch embarrassed, nodded. "Well, you know how I can be, Mother. Y/N has been a positive influence, and I wanted you to know her before you heard it from someone else."
Narcissa smiled knowingly. "I appreciate the honesty, Draco. Y/N, dear, welcome to the Malfoy family. It's clear Draco has chosen well."
Narcissa, with a graceful gesture, led Y/N towards the grand dining room of the Malfoy Manor. The room was adorned with exquisite decorations, and the long table was a feast for the eyes, adorned with magical candles and dishes that emitted tantalizing aromas.
"Y/N, my dear, allow me to show you the delights prepared for your arrival," Narcissa said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
As they entered the dining room, Y/N was greeted by a spread that reflected the finest wizarding cuisine. There were delicate pastries, enchanted dishes that changed colors with every bite, and a selection of decadent desserts that promised a sweet conclusion to their meal.
Narcissa gestured towards the table. "Draco always had a penchant for the finer things, and I thought it fitting to make your stay here truly special."
Y/N, genuinely touched, expressed gratitude. "This is incredible, Narcissa. I appreciate the effort you've put into making us feel welcome."
Narcissa smiled warmly. "Consider this your home during the holidays. Now, let's enjoy the feast together. Draco, do the honors and pour the wine."
As the three of them settled into the elegant dining room, the atmosphere buzzed with the joy of the season and the promise of shared moments in the embrace of the Malfoy Manor.
Seated at the grand dining table, surrounded by the warmth of the Malfoy Manor, Draco, Y/N, and Narcissa engaged in lively conversation. The flickering candles cast a soft glow, creating an intimate ambiance.
Narcissa, with a gracious smile, initiated the conversation. "So, Y/N, Draco has mentioned your interests in magical creatures and your adventures beyond Hogwarts. Tell me more about your experiences."
Y/N, grateful for the genuine interest, began to share stories of their magical encounters and the wonders they had witnessed. Draco, listening attentively, found a newfound appreciation for the passion that had captured Y/N's heart.
Narcissa, in turn, shared tales of the Manor's magical history and traditions. The conversation flowed seamlessly, blending the past with the present, creating a tapestry of shared experiences.
As the evening progressed, the topics shifted to lighter subjects—memories of Hogwarts, favorite magical destinations, and the joy of the holiday season. Laughter echoed through the dining room, a sound that resonated with the promise of newfound connections.
Draco, glancing at Y/N, couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected turns that had led them to this moment.
Narcissa, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, decided to add a touch of humor to the evening. "Speaking of Hogwarts memories, Draco, do you remember the incident with the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder during your second year?"
Draco's eyes widened slightly, and he shot his mother a look of mild embarrassment. "Mother, do you really have to bring that up?"
Narcissa laughed lightly. "Oh, it's all in good fun, dear. You see, Draco thought it would be a brilliant idea to use the powder to escape Professor Lockhart's class. Instead, he ended up causing chaos in the corridor and got himself covered in ink from a knocked-over quill display."
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image. "Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder can be quite tricky, I suppose."
Draco, attempting to save face, added, "In my defense, I was just trying to avoid another one of Lockhart's 'demonstrations.' Clearly, my execution could have been better."
Narcissa, still amused, patted Draco's hand. "Ah, the follies of youth. We all have our share of amusing memories, don't we?"
