A Story in Which Draco Malfoy Finds Himself Wearing Pink

By Darkening Whispers

"Please wear it?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No! Look at it! It's pink! Pink is a girl color!"

"So?"

"Gah! Fine!"

Draco Malfoy was arguing with his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. They were getting ready for the Spring Ball in the Heads Common Room. Hermione was wearing a pink dress, and she wanted Draco to wear a shirt that matched. But he was against pink. Draco thundered into his room, being watched by Hermione, who wore a smirk worthy of the blonde on her face.

Draco roughly opened his door a few minutes later.

"I- I feel so. . . un-manly!"

"Whoever said you were manly?" Hermione grinned. He gave her his best death stare.

"I said I was manly, thank you very much!"

"Well I think you look quite nice," said Hermione, looking at him up and down. His shirt was a light pink button down, and he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Matched with khaki pants, he could be ready to meet the Minister.

Hermione stuck a pink flower comb in her hair and put on just one more coat of marcara to her left eye.

Draco held out his hand, and Hermione took it, and they head out to face the world.

Now you see, they had never accually made their relationship official. Ginny knew, along with Blaise Zabini and Professor McGonnagal, who had accidentally walked in on their first kiss.

Very awkward moment.

Anyway, tonight, they would make it known. Show up together, dance, maybe kiss, and leave. Then face the questions in the morning.

They walked through the doors of the Great Hall, which was already crowded with students. The few nearby stared. This included Ron Weasly.

"Hermione, what the hell are you doing with him?" Ron shouted angrily. "He's a Death Eater ferret who taunted you throughout your childhood and--"

Hermione simply raised her eyebrows, and Draco led her to the dance floor. There were a few slow dances, one proper waltz, and several fast dances. At the end of the night, Draco and Hermione stood in the center of the room.

He kissed her, and then they ran from the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, and some professor, though who, no one knows, shouted, "PDA! PDA! Detention! No Public Displays of Affection!"

The End

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