Another Draco Story

Chapter 25 - The Yule Ball Invitation

The days after the first task flew by in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. Harry's victory over the Hungarian Horntail was the talk of the school, and even Slytherin House couldn't completely ignore the impressive feat. But as the excitement of the first task began to settle, another buzz started to circulate through the halls of Hogwarts—the Yule Ball was approaching.

It was late one evening when I found a small, elegantly wrapped package waiting for me at the foot of my bed in the Slytherin dormitory. Curious, I picked it up, noticing the distinctive seal of the Malfoy family on the envelope that accompanied it. My heart skipped a beat as I carefully opened the letter.

My Dearest Emery,

I hope this letter finds you well. The excitement of the Triwizard Tournament must be keeping you quite busy, but I wanted to ensure that you are prepared for the upcoming Yule Ball. Enclosed, you will find a dress that I had specially made for you. I believe it will suit you perfectly for the occasion.

I trust that Draco has informed you about the ball. I expect you both to represent the Malfoy name with grace and elegance. Do enjoy yourself, and remember, the Yule Ball is a time for celebration.

With all my love, Narcissa Malfoy

I carefully folded the letter, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Narcissa had always been kind to me, almost like a second mother, and her gesture was touching. With eager hands, I unwrapped the package, revealing the most stunning dress I had ever seen.

The dress was a deep, emerald green, made of the finest silk that shimmered softly in the light. The bodice was adorned with intricate silver embroidery that sparkled like starlight, and the skirt flowed down in elegant layers, creating the perfect balance of sophistication and grace. I could hardly contain my excitement as I held the dress up to myself in the mirror.

The Yule Ball was going to be a night to remember, and I couldn't help but hope that Draco would ask me to be his date. We had grown closer over the years, and despite his occasional arrogance, there was a connection between us that I cherished. I imagined us walking into the Great Hall together, our presence commanding attention. It seemed only natural that Draco and I would attend the ball together.

The days leading up to the ball were filled with anticipation. I caught myself daydreaming more often than not, imagining how Draco would ask me. Perhaps he'd surprise me with a grand gesture, or maybe he'd be more reserved, offering his arm with a simple, elegant request. I rehearsed my response in my head a hundred times, my heart fluttering with each imagined scenario.

But as the days passed and the ball grew nearer, Draco remained silent. I told myself he was just waiting for the perfect moment, but a small seed of doubt began to take root in my mind. Each time I saw him in the common room or at meals, my anticipation grew, but he seemed preoccupied, his mind elsewhere.

Then, one afternoon, I overheard Pansy Parkinson chattering excitedly with Millicent Bulstrode near the entrance of the common room.

"Draco asked Daphne to the ball," Pansy said, her voice laced with a mixture of envy and admiration. "I saw him do it. She said yes, of course."

My heart sank, and a sharp pang of disappointment hit me. I tried to mask the hurt that threatened to show on my face. Draco had asked Daphne? My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. Had I misread everything? Why hadn't he asked me?