⋆˚꩜｡Draco Malfoy . 𖦹˙—

The Great Hall was unrecognizable, transformed into a glittering winter wonderland. Icicles hung from the enchanted ceiling, glowing with a soft blue light, while delicate snowflakes fell from above, disappearing before they could hit anyone. The long tables were gone, replaced by a large circular dance floor in the center of the hall, surrounded by cozy seating areas draped in luxurious white furs.

Draco stood near the entrance, his piercing gray eyes scanning the crowd impatiently. He'd been excited for tonight for weeks, practically counting down the days until he could attend the ball with Jane. It wasn't often that Draco allowed himself to feel dizzy, but tonight was an exception.

He wore a tailored black suit, a crisp white shirt underneath, accented by a black tie. His hair was perfectly combed, though he'd run his hand through it several times while waiting, a nervous habit of his. He carried himself with his usual confidence, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed how much he cared about this night—about Jane.

When Jane finally arrived, Draco held his breath. His expression softened, the edges of his usual smile melting into something much more genuine. "You look... amazing," he said, his voice lower than usual, as if the sight of Jane had momentarily robbed him of his composure.

Taking Jane's arm, Draco led them to the dance floor.

"I've been waiting for this all week," Draco admitted as they began to dance.

But the moment was abruptly broken.

"Draco!" Daphne's voice rang out, cutting through the music like an unwanted blast of cold air. Before either of them could react, she stepped between them, forcing Jane to release Draco's hand. "You owe me a dance."

"I don't remember agreeing to that," Draco replied, his tone icy as he tried to retrieve Jane's hand.