Written for the Musical Chairs Challenge by Lamia of the Dark. Round Two
Line: "I don't know who that is."
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To say that the Draco found the Yule Ball to be dull would be an understatement. The dress robes he wore reminded all too much of those his mother had forced on him for her parties; claiming he had to look every bit a prestige Malfoy. The music was a bore, the self-playing instruments putting out a tone that must have been older than them. All around couples move, attached to the hip, and here he stood. Crabbe and Goyle to his left, eyeing the assortment of food across the room. Pansy Parkinson to his right, dangling from his arm like a fish on the hook, her attention on of the gaggle of girls beside her. She continued to ramble on about something (most likely calling attention to some witch or wizard she had chance to mock), but Draco's mind was not on her or anyone else for that matter.
He was bored, waiting for the Champions to come into the room in hopes of finding some reason to ruffle Potter's feathers. He had already spotted Weasley off in the distance with a very irritated Patil sister, and after catching the disaster which was the red heads robes, had decided to give the Weasley a break for the night. He didn't always pass up a chance to mock the Gryffindor, but he felt the boy's robes were doing a good enough job without the extra verbal harassment.
"Like she'd show up." Pansy's voice droned beside him. "I heard Granger's spent most of today in the bathroom. Probably throwing up to try and get rid of those thunder thighs of hers."
The group of girls she was addressing broke out into laughter. Draco; knowing full well he should stay out of that conversation, only continued to stand by, watching as the rest of the Great Hall parted to allow the Champions to enter.
McGonagall entered first, the horrid display on her head only adding to the horror that was her red tartan dress. The sight of her sent several snarky comments through the giggling group of girls. Their giggles stopped as soon after. Diggory and his date walked into the room, sending whispered comments of the dirty things the girls wished to do if they ever got their hands on the Hufflepuff. After them, came the Delacour girl, looking as stunning as ever. This prompted a harsh debate between the girls as they searched for any flaws that just did not exist in the girl. Following behind, Potter was all but being dragged by the other Patil sister. She smiled brightly, a large contrast to the sheepish way Potter tried to avoid eye contact. As the youngest champion rushed passed, Draco opened his mouth to mutter a well-planned insult.
He couldn't though, as his eyes caught the last pair to enter the room. Krum was indeed tall, and well built, a large comparison to the short, and thin girl who was loosely on his arm. She was gorgeous, Draco could not deny it. She didn't have the beauty of Fleur, but a much more natural glow to her.
Twisted into an elegant knot, her light brown hair shined in the light it caught. Her skin was a natural bronzed. The dress she wore was a periwinkle blue that floated around her. She held her head high, back straight, and confident smile on her face.
"Who is that?" Pansy whispered harshly from beside him. "I don't know who that is? Does she go here?"
Draco was about to say that he also didn't know, but that would be a lie. Even with the absence of the mountain of books she normally sported, and the glare of irritation she usually reserved for him, Draco recognized her easily.
"Who is she?" The girls around him were whispering quite loudly. It was then that he noticed that most of the Great Hall was asking the same question concerning the beauty before them. Draco could only frown, unable to think of a single insult to throw at Hermione Granger that night.