Serena's POV:
"NO! " I screeched at him and ran, my heart pounding in my chest. Not with love, or admiration, or guilt because I refused, or anything good at all. With self - hatred. Draco Malfoy, that filthy ferret, had just asked me to be his date. Why? Didn't he have enough Slytherin girls begging him to take them? Although I didn't know the answers to my questions, I understood what I had to do.
"Hey Fred!" I called in the common room. "Hey beautiful. Looking for me?" His voice was mockingly flirtatious. "No, I was calling out your name just for gags." He chuckled. "So what's up?"
"Well, I wanted to ask you, would you be my-" I started.
"Date to the Ball?" He completed my sentence, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." I blushed, fidgeting with my hands. Then I blushed even harder as I looked up in surprise. HE JUST ASKED ME! And I ACTUALLY SAID YES! "I love you." He said as he took me into his arms. I didn't reply, but we knew the feeling was mutual.
Fred swept me into his arms, lifting me off my feet. He held me there, above him, for a little while, and then pulled me down so our lips could touch. That very moment, the rest of the universe had melted away. Everything revolved around that kiss. "I'm taller than you" I whispered against his mouth. "Oh really now?" He smirked. Oh gods, that smirk that I fell for every damn time. He put me down so I was on my feet again. I pouted. He was 4 inches taller.
"You two have to stop. Hermione looks like she's going to melt." Ron said, unenthusiastically. I looked over at Hermione and laughed. She was losing her breath because she had "aww"ed too long. "Easy, Granger. You have to get used this because it's going to be around for a while." Harry rolled his eyes, muttering something about inconsideration.
So while the boys spent their time looking for dates, Hermione and I spent our time with ours. And I knew, the Yule Ball would be magical.
DRACO'S POV:
I love her. I love her with all my heart and all of my soul. Her dazzling smile, her melodious laughter, all of her perfect imperfections. she is out of the world, a whole new definition of amazing.
But to her, I am a mere monster from her nightmares. A beast whose father killed her parents, whose bloodline is cursed. Rightfully too, because I can't remember a time we had a civilized conversation, one without insults and threats. I've tried, tried so hard. Tried balancing my father's expectations and my love for Serena, and failed miserably.
And the moment when I did gather up my courage and feelings and ask her out, she ran, both horrified and disgusted that this monster had asked her for love. Maybe if I had, on the first day, worked on building a positive relationship, asked her to forgive the unforgivable deeds of my father, things would be different. Maybe I would be holding her hand rather than that handsome Weasley boy.
