You were Snape's only daughter, you were a Slytherin, you were the strongest and most beautiful student at Hogwarts, and everyone wanted to be with you...

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It was the dance, and of course, Draco had his eye on you, but he didn't dare ask. Snape's gaze was fixed on him, never leaving his side, because, naturally, you were like your father's shadow, never straying far from him. Damn it, what's wrong with you? he wanted to ask politely, just this once.

It's the day of the party, and you're sitting alone, He looked around; good, Snape hadn't noticed..

He walks over and stands right in front of you... Well, he's lucky. Standing in front of such beauty is enviable.

"May I hold your hand?"

That's what Draco said... 'Damn it... Tell her, may I have this dance... Isn't that what they do?' he thinks to himself.

"May I have this dance?"

He says with overflowing confidence.