By the end of the night, he still didn't find anyone to dance with. About half an hour ago, the slow songs started playing, and everybody took their partner on the dance floor for a waltz. He sat down on a chair, watching the students.
He spotted a girl in a red dress, at the edge of the crowd. His heart missed a beat. She was beautiful and Draco thought he imagined her; she was wearing a black mask, identical to his. Was she even true?
The girl looked like she was waiting for someone. "Maybe she is," Draco thought. She was too beautiful to be alone. Then, she looked at him and smiled. The Slytherin felt his cheeks going warmer.
While she was walking, the dress waved like a blood-red rose. She kept her back straight; Draco thought she could be a pure-blood. She radiated confidence.
He got up from the chair and tried to act less surprised.
'You're dancing?' Her voice was soft and Draco felt like he could listen to it all day long.
He smiled, regaining his charm. 'Sure.'
She took his hand, then Draco lead her to the dance floor. She seemed to know what she was supposed to do: she held her other hand on his shoulder and let Draco lead her.
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No Mask
Fanfiction"The beat of the bell announced midnight, a new year, a new beginning. Maybe that was what she wanted from Draco. When she pulled him into a kiss, it didn't even matter who she was. A Mudblood? A Hufflepuff? Draco didn't care." What better way to s...
