The Season

The Season

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
At 15, Isabella Beaumont officially enters The Season, the grand tradition where pureblood witches make their debut into elite wizarding society. Alongside her best friend Daphne Greengrass and close allies Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode, she attends a whirlwind of extravagant balls, private dinners, and high-society gatherings, mastering the art of influence and power. Among the many suitors dying for her attention, Draco Malfoy is the most persistent, determined to capture Isabella's interest. Whether cutting in during dances, maneuvering himself into private conversations, or making pointed remarks about her worth, he refuses to be ignored. But Isabella enjoys the game, making him work for even the smallest reaction. As the season unfolds, friendships are tested, alliances strengthened, and Isabella cements herself as a rising force in pureblood society. One thing is certain-Draco isn't done chasing her yet and she will not let him win her over that easy.
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"You look gorgeous, my Princess," he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved to the music. His Princess. 'My Princess.' His Princess. She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, but she could've sworn she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I know," she breathed. His hands slid down to her ass, tugging her closer as if they weren't already pressed against each other. Her fingers laced in his soft, platinum hair, dancing to the music as though there was no one else in the room. ~ Do not read if you're younger than 14!

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