Draco Malfoy One Shots and Fluff

D.m x reader - imagine

Your dancing with your best friend at the Malfoy's masquerade ball. Your dress is covered in flowing lace and the bodess is tightly fitted around your waist with the skirt bouncing out slightly in an old-fashion type way. The slow pace of the song creates a slow waltz with your friend. He twirls your around, accidentally letting go of your arm, making you abruptly bump into a tall figure. After mumbling a quick sorry, you look up into their eyes, only to realise it's your childhood enemy. His pale grey eyes burn into yours but a slight glimmer remains in them through his black mask. Draco Malfoy. His grip remains on your arms as he towers over you. Draco's hands move down to your waist and grip it tightly. You think he was about to push you away, but he doesn't. He takes your waist and pushes it against his hip bones before cupping your cheek in his hand. He lifts up your silver mask and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear gently. His blonde hair dangles in front of his mask and he slowly leans forward to place a soft kiss on your lips.
"May I have this dance?"