𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

dance the night away

{Y/N POV}

My dark green dress reached the floor, silky and satin with a light glitter detail tracing the neckline, the thin straps showcasing my shoulders and the front leaving some room for a hint of cleavage. I did feel mildly elegant, but I couldn't help feeling embarrassed. The all consuming awkwardness of not being asked to the Yule Ball was simply mortifying. I lent against the back wall, a cup half full with the sweet intoxicating smell of pumpkin juice. I fiddled with my nails a bit, nerves devouring me with every quickened heartbeat. Though I was a Gryffindor, I'd made the choice to wear a colour that represented Slytherin, it was a bold choice but no other colour seemed to compliment my pale complexion. My hair was pinned into an up do with a collection of clips, a few strands escaping the grasp and cascading down my neck. The hall was already overflowing with students and teachers, beautiful girls dancing with their handsome dates. I was holding back tears, choking on them almost. My eyes darted as I sensed a distinguished platinum blonde colour entering the hall. I looked up and my eyes gazed up at the one and only, Draco Malfoy. He wore a white shirt, with a bow tie, not too cheesy and tacky but simply adorable. He wore black dress robes that met his ankles and black bottoms that fit in all the right places.

He quickly shrugged off Pansy, he'd clearly come with her as a last resort. I would've felt bad for her if she wasn't such a bitch.

'(y/n)?' Granger looked up at me with her big brown puppy eyes, a beautiful pink dress with ruffled details from the middle downwards.

'Granger!' I practically threw myself into her warm embrace, the first element of comfort I had received throughout the entire night. 'You look incredible!'

'You look amazing, the colours a bit bold but Merlin you look so elegant!' My pearly whites beamed from ear to ear, but my smile quickly faded, I wasn't amazing at pretending I was over the moon when I wasn't. 'Are you ok (y/n)?' A worried expression settled.

Me and Hermione were meant to be going together, you know, as a joke. Just to take the piss really. Getting drunk with my best friend and dancing around like idiots sounded ideal, but not so much for Hermione. She'd been asked by some Viktor Krum from another school. He was fairly short and squidgy round the edges, always had a, constipated sort of expression on his face. I was happy she'd bagged a date, but in all honesty would've hoped I was being ditched for better.

'Yeah, just a tad bored that's all, can't believe you ditched me Granger.' I nudged her jokingly, I didn't want her to feel bad. Viktor approached us and took Hermione by the hand, I half smiled and watched her body emerge into a sea of dancing fools. I took a seat, and strummed my white painted fingernails along the tablecloth, my face in my palm.

'No one asked you then mudblood?' A familiar voice spat from behind me.

'I turned down the guy that asked me, wanted to go alone. I find things like these boring and over the top, don't you agree?' I turned to face the Malfoy boy, keeping a stern but steady tone of voice at hand. I was lying about turning a guy down, and I was also lying about finding the ball over the top, but I couldn't let him know how defeated I was feeling.

'Sure you aren't lying, (l/n)?' Something as dull as a ball like this seems it would suit you?'

'If you are just here to insult me, Malfoy, I suggest you take you and your tacky looking dress robes elsewhere.' I snapped back, turning my head away, satisfied with my response.

'If you must know these the some of the fines-'

'Didn't you hear me Malfoy? I couldn't give a rats tail.' I rose from my chair and sped off, taking route to the outside grounds. I wondered for a while, until I discovered my tree. My special tree.

It was a large and thick one, it's branches narrow and twisted, the leaves crisp and the light brown colour was enchanting, Autumn season was in a whole other league of beautiful. I seated myself on the grass, tears flooded my face quickly, there was no holding back the tears in the place I felt the safest. I practically drowned in my tears of sorrow.

'No need to get upset.' I rolled my eyes, the once again familiar voice returning, a sarcastic tone sewn into his lips. He took a seat beside me, I wasn't up for this.

'Can you just piss off Malfoy? You've gotten the reaction you wanted so could you just make someone else feel like shit for the rest of the night instead?' I sniffled and attempted to compose myself, wiping the tears with the back of my hand and clearing my throat so I wouldn't sound like a stuffy old rag.

'Alright, maybe I could've been less, less..'

'Less of an arse?' I took a bite into finishing his sentence.

An awkward silence thickened the bitter air. A few minutes passed until Draco decided to part with the quiet.

'Right. I don't do apologises, so, dance with me?' To my surprise, Draco held out his hand, they were dainty, it was clear he had never worked a day in his life. They were pristine and shiny like a new penny. I hesitated but took to them, they were cold as ice but firm and so much bigger than mine. They made mine feel small, I felt so much like a lady with my hand in his unbelievably large ones. He pulled me from the floor in one swift motion, aside from the fact we bumped chests and nearly stumbled over one another's feet.

Me and Draco had always found comfort in insulting one another. At first, it was a mutual hate, the constant rivalry at quidditch matches, or being in another house, of me being a mudblood Gryffindor and him being a pureblood Slytherin. But there was always a certain chemistry behind every scowl, every mean glance, every insult. I balanced my hand on his shoulder, he took my other hand in his rather large one, and gripped me firmly by the waist. It was hard not to melt at just his touch, he felt cold against my body but I writhed under the closeness of our bodies. We embodied trees dancing in the wind, roses waving goodbye as winter would settle in, we moved as one and I'd honestly, never felt so alive. He dipped me at the end of the dance, and I couldn't quite believe it, surely I was seeing things?

He smiled.

He really smiled. It wasn't a snarky smirk, or a scowl, or masked with bad intentions. It was a genuine, pure, and frankly beautiful, smile. Bringing me back to my feet, Draco peered down at his watch, his eyes wide.

'It's 11pm already.'

'Not that this means anything, (l/n), but I'll walk you to your dorm, if you like..'

I couldn't help but giggle at the sudden wreck he had become upon offering such a lighthearted request, but I guess nothing about him was lighthearted, and he preferred to keep it that way.

'That would be... fine.' I stumbled around for a word that wouldn't make me appear too eager.

We made our way through the castle grounds and came face to face with the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

Draco took my hand in his. His grip tickling my veins.

'Would it be so awful if I, asked you to go for a stroll with me tomorrow, through the grounds. Maybe a date sort of, thing.' Draco managed to clumsily spit out.

'I don't think it would be so awful, Draco.' I squeezed his hand to reassure him, and even through just the light from the moon I could see his face turning bright red. It was quite obvious against his sheet white colouring. His eyes met mine, and I could practically inhale his breath. I broke our gaze as muffled voices came closer to the other side of the door. I gave him a light kiss on the cheek and turned to enter the common room. I swivelled my head but he was gone. I chuckled to myself as I peered out of the window, at the very place Draco had asked me to dance. I smiled. The thought so delightful in my mind, that we had danced the night away.

This one was quite long and a bit rushed, I would've gone over it more but I thought it was ok. Hope you liked it let me know if any of you have any tips :))