The Battle of Hogwarts had began. Draco, lost in life with no direction, looks into the Mirror of Erised to find his on purpose. He needs a reason to keep living, a desire to obsess over. Something to keep him going on.
But never in a million years...
Ginny volunteered to dress me up for the ball; I was never really good at this stuff. When she finished, I couldn't help but smile ear to ear.
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"Wow Ginny," I gasped. "Thank you!"
The makeup was simple but elegant! All that was left to do was hair and then I could wear my dress. That I could handle myself. I simply did a braided bun.
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I was ready to put on the dress. After I put on my dress, I took one final look at myself in the mirror. Perfect, I thought.
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Draco's POV
I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately approved. I smirked at myself in the mirror.
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I'd usually wear black, but Hermione said to wear white so it'd match. I couldn't wait to see her. There's no doubt in my mind she's going to look stunning. I waited at the bottom of the stairs for her, and when she descended down from them, it was as if I was being greeted by an angel. She was.... perfect. She finally reached the bottom and I held out my arm. She smiled and wrapped hers around mine. "You look amazing," I whispered.
She smiled up at me. "You don't look too shabby yourself."
We walked into the Ball, and went shook. There were golden vines and flowers everywhere. Gold flakes fell down and magically disappeared. The tables where pearl white with pastel colored flowers placed in the middle. The Magics were playing tonight. I turned to Hermione and offered out a hand. "Milady?"
