Nyctophilia ➳ Draco x Reader

XI;

IT WAS A RATHER GREAT thing to be Draco Lucius Malfoy. What more could he possibly have? He had a powerful name, unbelievable riches, a mother who spoiled him, and a father who was admired upon by many others in the Ministry of Magic. Not to forget, Draco thought himself to be rather good looking too. To top it all off, his date to the Yule Ball was as great as him.

Yep, tonight was the night of the Yule Ball.

He had already put his robes on, and was eyeing himself in a full length mirror. The dress robes fit perfectly, as expected. It hugged him in all the right places, without looking too tight or too loose. The edges were nice and crisp, while the black of the velvet fabric had a subtle sheen to it. The bow that hugged his neck wasn't too big or too cheesy looking either, gratefully.

His soft white-blonde hair fell perfectly in place, not a single strand singled out. Yes, he was very proud of how well he had cleaned himself up. Though, in his mind he always looked great, so he wasn't too surprised.

The Malfoy couldn't even compare himself to his friends. Crabbe looked quite like a fat Dracula, Goyle very much the same. Nott and Zabini didn't really impress Draco either.

His eyes flickered to his bed, rested atop of the sheets were two pages ripped from the music book he saw in the library. He previously ripped the pages out not too long ago, wanting to further know what kind of tunes she liked. The blonde quickly folded up the pages, and pocketed them.

Draco took out the pocket watch he always carried, and saw that it was ten till eight. Just five minutes before the time he planned to meet (Y/N) Phoenix. He noticed she was extremely punctual and precise.

So the Slytherin boy proceeded out of the dormitories, walked down the steps and tried to avoid everyone else who was scattering around to find their dates. He eventually got out of the dungeons and was now between the Great Hall and the Entrance Hall. He got out his pocket watch again, which read five till eight.

She should be here, in this exact spot.

Before Draco could saunter off impatiently to look for her, a figure was descending down the stairs towards the blonde. Her appearance and overall demeanor had Draco rooted to the spot. She walked with a straight posture as always, her head held heigh.

Phoenix's soft and vibrant hair was styled to perfection, a curl here and there- but framed her face perfectly. On her lips was a shiny gloss, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyelashes were long and thick.

But it was the dress and jewelry she wore. The dress was lace and chiffon, with a high neck and backless detail, beading around the neck and waistline. The chiffon skirt featured a high slit, showing off her legs. Around her neck was a diamond necklace, matching her earrings.

She sparkled and moved so graciously, and Draco couldn't help but feel incredibly egotistical to have her as a date to the Yule Ball. All that pestering and planning really did pay off for this one night.

How funny it is that he just met her a few days ago.

But, it did make sense. Draco thought of himself to be the best, and only the best deserve the best. She definitely met those standards, if not more. He knew he had bragging rights to say so, too.

"Malfoy." She greeted, with less of a scowl than usual but instead was indifference. Her vanilla scent instantly filled his nose, and tonight it was stronger than usual. Draco didn't mind, of course.

"Phoenix." Draco replied, still gazing at her attire. "You look absolutely stunning."

"You don't have to state the obvious, Malfoy." She scoffed, smirking.