"Triwizard Tournament?" Draco muttered absently seconds after Dumbledore made his welcoming announcement. So that was what his father had been hinting at all summer. Although, some of the hints seemed to fall flat with just the introduction of age old Triwizard Tournament.
"But more of that later."
More of what later?
"And now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress Madame Maxime"
Draco raised an eyebrow as the double doors were pushed opened and a troop of Beauxbaton schoolgirls entered. Joining Blaize's and Pansy's smirks as the 'lovely ladies' did a series of synchronized sighs and moves reminiscent of pliés. His smirk slowly transformed from one of amusement to a nod of approval as the group performed a nonverbal charm: enchanted butterflies. Granted that on the list of nonverbal charms it was the most elementary but it still had improved his impression of the troop.
As the enchanted butterflies dispersed throughout the hall, exploding in small arrays of blue sparks, Draco found himself suddenly transfixed.
One of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen was holding up the rear. Her pose was excellent. Her execution of pirouette after pirouette was perfect and her shift into the ending bow was seamless. The majority of the other tables broke out in standing applause and whistles. Slytherin was thankfully more subdued in their applause.
To Draco the rest of the world and the hall had simply faded out. Leaving only the beautiful blonde.
A sharp punch to his shoulder notified him that his mouth was agape. Closing it silently he ignored the small ache in his shoulder and Pansy - who had been the one to jab him with her elbow.
As the students of Durmstrang marched and danced their way into Hogwarts Draco's mind was still ablaze with the images that had come before. Who was that (dare he say it?) goddess? He mentally slapped himself. Goddess? Had he gone around the bend? He needed to get a hold of himself, and fast before Pansy got jealous.
"Stop making a fool of yourself," Pansy hissed, "she is no doubt a veela."
As he tried to bring his attention back to whatever nonsense Dumbledore was saying, an old proverb that one Malfoy ancestor loved to say whenever someone passed by her portrait, "Rule number one. Don't ever fall in love with a straight girl."
It was an odd saying and a bizarre rule but everyone had shrugged off her words until they discovered one of the translation charms had expired some time ago. Translations charms on older portraits weren't that uncommon. After fixing the error they discovered she had been saying veela, not straight.
Of course he wasn't anywhere near falling in love with the French student (they hadn't even spoken for Merlin's sake) but he could tell if he didn't curb his growing appreciation of the girl he would himself infatuated.
Fini
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Submission for: 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction over at HSWW forum.
Prompt:
Day One "Rule number one. Don't ever fall in love with a straight girl." (Orange is the New Black)
Required word count range: 100 - 500
Word count: 498