This is written for The Golden Snitch, Anniversary Event! The Prompts I chose were: Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, Halloween, Costume, Threstral, Buddy, Heroine, and Air. I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
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Draco Malfoy leant over the railing of the Entrance way steps, waiting on his Buddy. Okay, the proper term would be date, but he didn't ever see Hermione Granger, using the proper name for what this was. No, just his Buddy, to the Halloween Ball this year at Hogwarts.
It was the year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and he was on probation to attend and graduate this year. He was also assigned a Buddy, a War Heroine, who decided to finish her studies, and was also assigned to be his Buddy.
Hermione Granger. The woman who had held his affections for over four years, now. She walked his thoughts, and dreams on a daily basis, now. He knew that he never held a chance with her, but, that didn't stop him from hoping, from dreaming.
When he looked up at the stairs, he saw his graceful beauty descending the stairs. She was wearing a pink ball gown, with silver glitter on swirling designs, with an adornment of diamond jewels on the bodice of her costume. At her waist, the dress flared on in a hot-pink tulle, with more of the silver and jewel designs at the bottom. Peeping out under her dress, were silver glitter heels.
Watching her face, she had a slight smattering of make-up, with a Smokey eye, and black rimmed lashes. On her lips was a bright pink lip-gloss, with a slight glint of glitter over top. Her hair, was piled up high on her head, with her wonderful curly tresses framing her face. She even had a small, barely there tiara on at the start of her curly up do.
Grabbing her arm when she arrived by his side, he gave her a look-over once more, before stating, "You look absolutely divine tonight, Miss Granger. I am glad to be the man escorting you to this ball tonight, as you will undoubtedly be the centerpiece in everyone's eye tonight."
He loved the blush that donned her cheeks, making her eyes sparkle just a tad more, and her lips quirk up in the beginnings of a smile.
When the ball started, and she was of course the center of attention, it wasn't long until they dipped out into the courtyard for a splash of fresh-air.
Everything was going smoothly for them that night, until they saw what were pulling the carriages. Threstals. Tall in their own glory, black fleshy creatures, letting out warm puffs of smoke, two in front of each carriage.
Such a blatant reminder of death that covered the castle last spring. Draco, wanting to comfort the Witch, pulled her in close, and let her tremble against his chest. Feeling a pang himself, of his friends he lost, of what could have been, he let one tear slip down his cheeks.
If anyone asked, he would claim it was of the torment Hermione, the love of his life, had went through, and was releasing against his chest.
That was the start of many nights that Draco had to comfort her, she would claim that he was the one reminder that not only that everyone was affected, but that even in a world of madness, in the sea raging emotions. He was her rock. Just like she was his.
The End.