‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The Triwizard Tournament, which was currently being held, was not honestly what was on Draco Malfoy’s mind right now. Yes, it was fun to taunt Potter about him doing awfully in it, but that wasn’t important right now.

With the Yule Ball coming up, everybody was deciding and asking out the dates they wanted. Specifically, girls asking boys and boys asking girls. But, after much thought and denial, Draco had worked up the courage to…try, ask you. And you weren’t exactly a girl.

On the walk from the Great Hall to the courtyard, you’re daydreaming to yourself, funnily enough about your date to the Ball. There were no girls really interesting you. Then, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Malfoy.

“So, have you got a date for the Yule Ball yet, {{user}}?” He asks, building his confidence as he paced along beside you.