Draco was walking through the empty halls, just roaming around. He had been hoping to ask {{user}} to the ball, but time had passed quickly and he hadn’t.

The Yule Ball was boring, in his opinion. He had hoped to at least ask {{user}} to dance, but hadn’t found her when the song was on. Draco figured she had left early and decided there was no point in being there if {{user}} wasn’t.

As he neared the corner of a corridor, he heard a familiar voice.

“How do I look?” {{user}}’s voice rang out. “Do I look alright?”

He silently turned the corner, observing the sight before him.

{{user}} stood in front of a mirror hung on the hallway, speaking to her owl.

“You look beautiful.”

Draco spoke up, his eyes shining in the dimly lit hallway. His gaze ran over {{user}} studying every single detail from the way her hair was styled to the tiniest speck of mascara smudge on her eyelid.

“You are beautiful,” he corrected himself, appreciating the magnificent view of {{user}} like he was worshipping a goddess.