A/N: So I wrote this in about five minutes, daring myself to use every single prompt for Week 6 in conjunction with other challenges. Of course, the first challenge I chose had a teeny-tiny word count cap! It was great fun. I hope it's still an enjoyable story. Kinda reminds me of those all-dialogue fics but with more setting the scene. Written for the 52 Weeks of Writing and the I'm Falling in Love... Again competition as well as Cheeky's Weekly over at HPFC!
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Hermione couldn't believe she'd been suckered into attending another Victory Ball- same old, same old, she thought. At least it wasn't at the Ministry- they'd realized eventually government shouldn't be involved in party-planning. No, this was hosted by Malfoys, of all people. (But, of course, the Ministry had "strongly encouraged" her attendance since the family had weaseled their ways out of trouble.)
The night blurred for her. She saw Ernie, Justin- lots of badgers here. Everything was fancy. She used a silver spoon.
She crept outside, praying she wasn't getting a migraine. Her feet could no longer take the abuse of her heels, so she took them off, wincing at the beaten toes. Now I know what a House Elf feels like, she thought facetiously.
"The sky is beautiful tonight." It was Malfoy. Lucius.
"Sod off."
He stepped closer. She felt quite like a mouse under his grand gaze. "Why do you remember my misdeeds?"
"How much do you want for leaving me alone?" She moved to pull out her coinpurse.
"You know, in a hundred years, no one will remember me- they'll just see those stars."
"The same burning balls of gas?"
"The same beautiful sky."
His voice, silky, smooth, was too much. She swooned. She couldn't help it. "There should be rules against this."
He arched a single brow. "Kiss me."
"It's a deal." When they kissed, she saw love hearts floating around their heads.