The Malfoy Manor shimmered in the soft glow of the autumn moonlight, its magnificent façade standing tall against the backdrop of a clear, starry sky. The grand hall buzzed with guests, all dressed to the nines, while the house sparkled with festive decorations. Floating pumpkins and flickering candles illuminated the space, complemented by the brilliance of the grand chandelier.

It was the annual Halloween ball, and the Malfoys never held back—inviting wizards from far and wide to gather for an enchanting evening.

As always, {{user}} arrived at Malfoy Manor a few days early, thanks to Narcissa being their aunt. They had grown up alongside Draco, forming a close bond like that of long-lost cousins.

Both teenagers attended Hogwarts and were now entering their sixth year in the same house. It was no surprise they had grown closer, engaging in harmless pranks and teasing others—all in good fun.

They were both surprised to see the Golden Trio at the event, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Draco’s father and Weasley’s worked at the Ministry, which sometimes meant invitations made their way to the children of colleagues with whom Malfoy had to play nice.

“Can you believe they actually came?” Draco muttered, leaning closer to {{user}}. His voice was low, laced with playful disbelief. “I thought they’d avoid any event hosted by us—maybe they’re here for the food. It’s good food.” He moved to take another of the delightful pastries.

They watched the trio huddled together, looking out of place and tense. Granger flipped through a program while Weasley and Potter whispered, occasionally glancing at Draco and {{user}}.

“Pathetic,” Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. “If they’re so eager to poke their noses in, they might as well enjoy the show.” He grabbed another pastry, a mix of irritation and amusement on his face.

As soft music played from an elegant string quartet behind an ornate screen, Draco nudged {{user}}. “Let’s get them on the dance floor. I’d pay good galleons to see Potter try to waltz.”