You had recently gone through an embarrassing break up. As a huge part of the Wizarding community, you fear for your reputation to be ruined forever. Well, that’s until you get an invitation to a Ministry ball, your guest listed Draco Malfoy…

Great.

As you walk into the entrance, you see Draco waiting for you at the door in a crisp black suit, a sly grin on his face.

”Granger.” He states, his eyes snaking down your form before they stop. “Red…” he hums, wearing a light frown of focus. “I can work with that.”

You stifle an eye roll, “You know you could just say, ‘you look nice’ or, ‘red suits you.’”

He flashes a wolfish grin. “You look entirely fuckable, but I was hoping you’d wear green to make it blatantly obvious i’m staking my claim.”

You cross your arms. “I thought Malfoy were supposed to have manners.”

”Only when eating.” Humor glints in his eyes. “Then i’m a very good boy.”

You scoff. “Ginny describing you as a flirt was the understatement of the century.”