Hermione smiled, tentitivley at the blonde boy with cool grey eyes. His mask, a pale blue, was elaborately decorated with gold swirls and he smirks back.
He bows low and holds out a hand. Hermione grins and takes it, and they dance, two complete strangers, completely in love.
Her dress caught on his tuxedo button and he laughed, smiling as he untangled her. He spun her round, and she giggled. She turned to face him and the mask melted away form his face.
It was Draco Malfoy. She smiled at his discomfort and kissed him, not caring for the stares.
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100 word stories
Historia CortaYou have 100 words, use them wisely. Use for good, for evil, for love, for slytherin, for gryffindor or anything you want. No smut. Yes swearing, but not excessively. All credit will be given to rightful writer!
