Draco had asked you to the Hogwarts Masquerade Ball weeks ago, and though you’d known him for some time now, the invitation still caught you off guard. You were happy to say yes—of course you were. There had always been something about him: sharp words softened only for you, subtle glances across the Great Hall, a quiet loyalty beneath the Slytherin pride. So you said yes without hesitation, and now, the night had finally arrived.

After hours of getting ready, your hair was styled perfectly, your makeup soft yet enchanting. You slipped into your emerald green ball gown, the fabric shimmering with black gems that caught the candlelight in just the right way. The dress hugged your figure, the cinched waist and low neckline adding a touch of allure while still remaining elegant. You adjusted your mask—black with emerald accents to match your gown—then gave yourself one last glance in the mirror. You looked like something out of a dream.

With a breath to steady yourself, you stepped out of your room and made your way down to the Slytherin common room, heels echoing softly on the stone floor. When you arrived, you saw him immediately.

Draco stood near the fireplace in a sleek all-black suit, his hair styled immaculately, as always. A matching black and green mask covered the top half of his face, but even behind it, his eyes were unmistakable.

The moment he saw you, he froze.

For a few seconds, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. His eyes scanned over you slowly, lingering with unspoken awe. He had always thought you were beautiful—he’d even told you so once or twice—but this? This was something else entirely. You were radiant. Powerful. Absolutely breathtaking.

When he finally managed to pull himself together, a familiar smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though the look in his eyes was far softer than usual.

“You look absolutely stunning, darling.” His voice was low and smooth as he crossed the room to meet you.

You smiled behind your mask, heart skipping just a little.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, MaIfoy.”

He extended his hand, and when you placed yours in his, he lifted it to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently.

“Shall we?” he asked, his fingers lingering on yours.

And just like that, the night had truly begun.