This is just a one-shot, but I might (MIGHT) write a chaptered story to lead up to this as the ending…but don't count on it, I'm doing A LOT this summer – learning Japanese and writing an actual novel just some of the things I've decided to do. But, hey, there's a chance. Anyhoo, here's my disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, it belongs to wonderful J.K. Rowling and no other. And here is my story.
A lady dressed in a silk, floor-length red ball gown stood hesitantly just outside of a pair of massive doors. She touched the mask on her face-it was black, with white, sparkling jewels forming wind-like patterns in the corners, and spinning from the corners, a veil-like white material that spiraled from the delicate up-do of her hair as well, twirling in streams, mingling with soft black and silver ribbons, disguising the color of her hair. The mask ended at the tip of her nose and just above her eyebrows, her lips rose-red underneath the black mask. Her shoes had slight heels and were silver. She was not used to heels and fidgeted slightly. She checked and made sure that the wide straps of her dress were in the right position, and that the black jewels sparkling on the bottom half of her gown were aligned. She took a deep breath and the doors opened. She walked in slowly, her head held high. The others in the Great Hall were also disguised, their masks veiling their identity, but most of the dresses on the girls were short and low-cut. The suits on the boys were mostly lighter colors, pastel ties, the boys not wanting to seem too into the masquerade ball.
The beautiful girl stood in the entrance as every person in the room fixed their gazes upon her. She lifted one black-gloved hand as though holding onto a man's arm. Several attracted boys shifted forward, taking it as an invitation, but a man with a plain black, Zorro-esque mask slipped in the doors behind her, taking her arm. He was in a plain black but well fitting tuxedo with a white tie. His hair was an ebony shade of black that all those in the room knew had to be magically changed, as nobody in their grade had shining hair quite that color. The lady turned to the man, and they assumed a formal dance pose, pausing for a moment in a very personal closeness before music began to play and they swirled into the middle of the hall, performing the sort of dance moves that the girls dreamed of doing and the boys dreaded having to learn.
Harry Potter stood in the corner with his best friend Ron…they both could recognize each other easily because of Ron's shock of red hair and Harry's scar. They watched the couple in the center, not knowing who the dancers were. They shrugged and wandered off to find pretty girls to dance with.
The rest of the group in the hall found partners and began to dance to the music, but not nearly as intricately or beautifully as the couple in the center. The other students left a sizable gap around the couple, framing them perfectly.
Headmistress McGonagall stood in the corner with Professor Flitwick and scrutinized the couple. "Do you have any idea who they are?" she asked the much shorter professor.
He shrugged. "I've never seen any of the students showcase an ability to dance like that…"
The dance was mostly overshadowed by the magical couple, everyone wondering who they were. Hours passed, the couple seeming to not tire, dancing with no others, not breaking eye contact. Most everyone was sitting at tables watching them as the dance grew to a close. Their lips met just as the final note of the final song played and they finally stopped moving about the room.
The students in the room applauded the couple. They began walking toward the front of the room, where the Headmistress was. The girl whispered something to McGonagall, whose eyes widened slightly and gaped a little bit. She moved to the podium to speak. The couple stood just behind her. She glanced behind her warily before speaking.
"As Headmistress of Hogwarts, it gives me great pleasure to introduce this fine couple to say a few words." She stepped away from the podium and the room fell silent as the two simultaneously reached up to the ties on their masks, letting them flutter to the ground gracefully, keeping their faces void of emotion as the room broke out into whispers, gasps, and shouts.
"Thank you very much for coming to the dance this evening. We, as head boy and girl of Hogwarts, worked extremely hard to put it together, and we hope you all enjoyed the masquerade ball. Please begin moving towards your dormitories."
The couple, holding hands, walked out of the hall, into the corridor. There, Hermione Granger started laughing hysterically. "Did you see their faces? I'm so glad we decided to make a spectacle of revealing our relationship!" She giggled, smiling at the man next to her, who was, in turn, grinning at their fellow students' reactions to finding out not only who the couple was, but that the two were a couple. She then kissed her dance partner, her boyfriend, her true love: Draco Malfoy.