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It was the night of the Yule Ball at Hogwarts. Draco stood alone, in a traditional black suit and white shirt and cuffs. His hair was fluffy and he smelled of mahogany-colored apples.
He stood alone in the corner as he watched everyone dance
beliefs of pure blood preservation
handsome, blond, gray and penetrating eyes
He is alone in the dance
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