Draco Malfoy - One Shot Stories ♥

May I have this dance?

With every step, a bond so tight, Under chandeliers' soft, glowing light. 

Years passed by, but the dance remained, A cherished skill, a love unfeigned.

- Author

When Draco was just a small boy, barely tall enough to reach his mother's waist, Narcissa decided it was time to introduce him to the world of ballroom dancing. She believed that it would not only teach him grace and poise but also provide a joyful escape from the often harsh realities of their world.

Narcissa had always been graceful, her movements fluid and enchanting. She believed that dancing was not just a skill but an art that connected the soul to the music. Every so often, she would take Draco to the grand ballroom, its crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow on the polished floor.

"Draco, darling," she would say, her voice soft and encouraging, "dancing is about feeling the music, letting it guide your steps."

Narcissa started with the basics, showing Draco how to stand properly, how to hold his arms, and how to move his feet in time with the music. At first, Draco stumbled and tripped, his small feet struggling to keep up. But Narcissa was patient, her encouragement unwavering.

"Don't worry, darling," she would say with a warm smile, "everyone starts somewhere. Just feel the music and let it guide you." 

Day by day, Draco's confidence grew. He began to understand the rhythm, his steps becoming more assured. Narcissa would often playfully twirl him around, their laughter filling the ballroom. Those moments were filled with joy and love, a stark contrast to the often stern and demanding environment of the Malfoy household.

One particular memory stood out for Draco. It was a rainy afternoon, the sound of raindrops tapping against the windows creating a soothing rhythm. Narcissa had chosen a waltz, the music filling the room with its gentle melody. As they danced, Draco felt a sense of pure joy, his mother's laughter ringing in his ears as they spun around the room.

Years passed, and Draco grew into a handsome young man. He often reminisced about those afternoons with his mother, the bond they shared through dance. It was one of the only parts of his childhood that he cherished deeply.

Now, Draco had someone special in his life, a girl named Y/N. She was kind-hearted and spirited soul he met in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and Draco adored her. One evening, as they sat in the garden under the starry sky at Malfoy Manor, Draco gently took Y/N's hand, his eyes reflecting the love and admiration he felt for her.

"There's something I want to show you," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

He led her to the grand ballroom, the same room where he had learned to dance all those years ago. The chandeliers were still as magnificent, casting a soft light over the room. Draco turned on the music, a beautiful waltz that brought back memories of his mother.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, bowing slightly.

Y/N giggled, her cheeks flushing with delight. "Of course," she replied, placing her hand in his.

Draco guided her through the steps, his movements smooth and confident. Y/N followed his lead, her laughter filling the room as they twirled and spun. Draco's heart swelled with happiness.

As Draco and Y/N danced gracefully across the grand ballroom, their connection was undeniable. Draco's eyes never left Y/N's, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. He twirled her gently. "You're a natural, Y/N," Draco said, his voice soft and full of admiration. "I knew you'd be amazing."

Y/N blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "Only because I have the best teacher," she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. With his hand on Y/N's lower back, he pulled her closer, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. "You know," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "dancing with you feels like a dream come true." Y/N's heart fluttered at his words. She looked up at him. "Draco, you're the sweetest," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the music slowed, Draco gently cupped Y/N's face in his hands. "Y/N, I want you to know how much you mean to me," he said, his voice earnest and tender. "You've brought so much light into my life." Y/N's eyes glistened with tears of happiness. "And you've brought so much joy into mine," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Draco leaned in, their foreheads touching. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love. "I love you too, Draco," she said softly. In that moment, Draco closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a gentle, but passionate kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own perfect moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N rested her head against Draco's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "This is perfect," she murmured. Draco wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer than ever. "It is," he agreed, his voice a soft promise. "And it's just the beginning".

...

As Draco and Y/N danced gracefully across the grand ballroom, they were unaware of a silent observer. Narcissa stood hidden in the shadows of the doorway, her heart swelling with pride and joy as she watched her son lead Y/N through the waltz.

Narcissa had always known that Draco had a rough childhood, burdened by the expectations and pressures of the Malfoy name. She had seen the struggles he faced, the weight of their family's legacy often too heavy for his young shoulders. But here, in this moment, all of that seemed to melt away. 

Draco's face was lit with happiness, his movements fluid and confident. Y/N's laughter echoed through the room, a sound so pure and joyful that it brought tears to Narcissa's eyes. She watched as Draco pulled Y/N close, their connection palpable, and felt a deep sense of contentment. Seeing Draco so happy, so free, was everything Narcissa had ever wanted for him. She remembered the countless afternoons they had spent dancing together, the bond they had forged through those lessons. And now, watching him share that joy with someone he loved, filled her heart with an overwhelming sense of pride.

As the music slowed and Draco kissed Y/N softly, Narcissa couldn't help but smile. She knew that Draco had found something truly special, a love that would help heal the wounds of his past and bring him the happiness he deserved.