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You took in a deep breath and smoothed down the front of your dress. “Alright, you can do this, (Y/L/N). You can do this.” Satisfied with your appearance, you strapped on the pair of heels Hermione had bought and left to the Great Hall.
Draco stood at the left side of the stairs near the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle. His date, Pansy Parkinson, dressed in a pale blue halter dress and silver heels, clung onto his arm. “Is that bitch coming down, Draco dearie?” She purred. “Or is she too scared to come down and scare everyone with her monstrous looks?” It was no doubt that Pansy hated you. Initially, Draco would have laughed at the remark, but he could not find the usual disgust, so he remained silent and smirked for the show.
Hermione had already walked down, amazed everybody with her appearance, and joined hands with Viktor Krum. The dance of the four champions had started, and yet, no sign of you. “We should get going, Draco.” Pansy seductively placed a hand on his arm. He tried his best not to be repulsed by her touch, put on a winning smile, and escorted his date into the hall.
The ball was in its full swing by the time you stepped into the hall. Fred and George, who had been loitering around the entrance, stopped you from going any further inside.
“What are you two doing?” You arched an eyebrow, an amused expression on your face. “Escorting a beautiful girl- ” Fred put out a hand. “ -to the Yule Ball.” George put out another hand. Heartfelt laughter escaped your lips. “Won’t Angelina and Katie be jealous?” The twins grinned at her cheekily. “The two of them are dancing with some Durmstrangs. They won’t miss us.”
Playing along with their little skit, you dropped into a curtsy. “Why, thank you, young gentlemen.” You placed both hands each into their outstretched ones, and the twins, being at their most gentlemanly behavior, escorted you in like a queen.
Draco took a break from dancing and sat on his table. Pansy, great Merlin’s beard, was a horrible dancer. Not only has she stepped on his feet, she almost tripped and fell. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement.
As he drank his pumpkin juice, his eyes scanned through the hall, and stopped short when he say you being escorted by the Weasley twins. You laughed at their attempts at being gentlemanly, and his heart skipped a beat. An unknown feeling crept up, and it filled his heart with something he didn’t understand, and before he knew it, he stood up and walked towards you.
From the corner of your eyes, you saw Draco make his way towards you. “Hey, (Y/N).” Fred looked at you with concern. “If you want us to, we will make him go away.” George nodded in agreement. However, you smiled at them confidently. “No, I can take care of him. I wouldn’t be a very good Slytherin if I couldn’t.” You winked at them.
The twins shared a look. “Alright, but if he does something, we are including your brains for our next prank.” You laughed. “Definitely.” The twins each grabbed a hand of yours and playfully kissed your knuckles. “With that my lady,” Fred spoke in a mocking British accent. “We shall take our leave.” George spoke with the same accent. “We hope you enjoy the ball.” The twins spoke in unison, and left you to their dates.
With Fred and George gone, you braced yourself when Draco neared you. “Would you like to dance?” He put out a hand.
