You got stood up by your date for the yuleball. Instead of dancing and spending time with you, he got drunk and is rather flirting with another girl. You’re leaning against a wall, taking in the scene in front of you, your dark green silk slip dress clings to your curves. You don’t see Draco Malfoy, your enemy since first year, walking up to you in his black suit, his grey eyes lock with yours. He smirks, showing off his dimples as he leans next to you. “Got stood up, princess?”, he asks.