Always and Forever // Draco Malfoy X Fem! Reader

The Yule Ball

The Christmas Eve night of the legendary event, the Triwizard tournament, held a special occasion namely, the "Yule Ball".

Not only was it the first and foremost event, but it is also a wonderful time for young wizards and witches.

Nevertheless, crushing on someone and being crushed by someone usually brought sadness along with jealousy as well.

Today, most young ladies and gentlemen were fed up with pride and happiness due to their elegant, magnificent, and beautiful dress robes.

For example, we have Mr. Malfoy. No sooner he woke up from the bed than he started preparing his robes to be unique and perfect all day long.

At the evening, he got dressed up so nicely. Even after looking at his reflection on the mirror thousands of times, turning around, he wasn't satisfied with his magnificent look.

"Take a look here, Goyle. Is that really okay with me?"

"Man, why are you keep asking that? YOU. ARE. PERFECT," said Goyle impatiently, squinting at him.

"Right. Haha, sorry, man, I just wanna be perfect," said Draco, with an awkward laugh.

Though not all of them were happy with their dress robes.

Let me give an example with Mr. Weasley. He was complaining about how awful his robes were and how they smelled like his Great Aunt Tessie's.

"Bloody hell! Bloody HELL!"

Ron kept commenting on his malfunctioned collar.

"Bloody, oh, bloody!"

He kept mumbling the word 'bloody' while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Then, he saw his best friend, Harry Potter, who was nicely dressed up, from the mirror.

However, his hair was chosen to be kept messy, which was no match to his robes.

Thus, he was in a mess as usual. Ron turned around and asked him,

"What are those?"

"My dress robes!"

"Well, they're alright! No lace, no dodgy little collar," Ron complained.

"Well, I expect yours are more...traditional," said Harry, trying to make him feel better.

"Traditional?"

"They're ancient! I look like my Great Aunt Tessie!"

"And I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie," he said, as he sniffed his robes.

They both looked at the mirror. Ron was still not convinced how he looked in his robes,

"Murder me, Harry!"

Harry turned his head to see Ron, holding his shoulders and shaking him back and forth,

"What are you talking about? This is your special night. Remember?"

"Yeah, I know," Ron mumbled.

"But how am I supposed to ask her out with this terrible look?

She's gonna run away! Or maybe I'll run away...like I did to Fleur!"

Harry tried not to laugh at Ron's words, mumblings and screams. He patted Ron's shoulders,

"You're gonna be all right. Don't you believe me?"

Ron got no answer, instead, he kept shaking his head with a terrified and exciting face.

The girls on the other hand, especially meant to (Y/n), Pansy and Lily, were absolutely beautiful and stunning. Of course, they were getting ready in their respective dorms.