"Will you dance with me?" Juliette asked quietly, as if she was afraid of someone hearing them in their solitude. Her delicate fingers were gliding over the piano keys, collecting the dust. "There's a possibility of a war and you're asking me to dance with you?" Draco, sitting on an armchair by himself with his left hand thoughtfully resting under his chin, sent Juliette a disapproving glare. ''Seriously?'' "Yes. Will you?" She asked again, looking directly at him. Her tired gaze met his cold, distant blue eyes. He let out a defeated sigh and answered, "Yes." ⸻ ꧁•𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 & 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 •꧂