Author's Note: So, this chapter took longer than I had anticipated lol I have been ill and suffered a massive anxiety attack which took a few days to recover from. ugh! Also, I decided to split the Yule Ball into two parts. That way, I wouldn't have to cram so much into one chapter and become overwhelmed haha. Plus, I really wanted to post something already since the wait was getting long.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 10

'Tis the Season to be Jealous

Part One

-x-

Hands coiled like steel bands around her wrists, pulling and dragging her struggling body mercilessly along a stone floor. The air was damp and musky and smelled of rot and mildew, hanging heavily around her as she fought to breathe through it. Glaring through the tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, she saw two large male feet encased in expensive Italian leather. Her captor was a man, that much was clear, but who was he? Their combined movements slowed, her swollen eyes looking up slightly to see a wood and metal door looming before her. It swung open, and the man flung her inside with a booming laugh that echoed eerily throughout the tunnel like dungeon. Her back hit the stone wall sharply, but in her exhaustion, she just slid down it slowly to rest on her haunches. Lifting her eyes to the barred peephole in the door, her mouth dropped open in silent horror. She knew him.

"What did I tell you, Granger? You would have been a slave…and now here you are, exactly that."

Hermione screamed. And screamed and screamed and screa-

"Hermione!"

A small hand took hold of her shoulder, roughly shaking her awake. Hermione gasped, rearing back in her chair, her chocolate eyes dark with traces of fear that remained from that awful nightmare. Slowly her gaze focused on the redhead in front of her, calming a bit to realize it was her friend Ginny, and everything was fine. The two of them had been getting ready for the Ball in the Head dorm for a few hours now, Malfoy having vacated the area long ago. Hermione wasn't even dressed yet, but was waiting on Ginny to finish doing her hair and makeup. She must have dozed off at some point, while her friend got herself ready.

"I'm sorry! I don't even know when I fell asleep," Hermione apologized, yawning a bit. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night due to that stupid Slytherin, and not Draco this time. Ginny waved off her apology, only wishing to see if she was okay now and giving her a small scolding for daring to smudge the mascara that was painstakingly applied.

"Alright, Miss Belle of the Ball, let's get you dressed," chirped Ginny with bubbling excitement, the two of them moving on to get done already, "You know, I feel a bit sorry for my brother."

Hermione looked at Ginny, perplexed by that while the redhead flitted about to drape and pin the white and gold Grecian style costume to her body.

"Why do you say that?" the brunette asked, strapping on a pair of golden sandals that reached her knees. Ginny laughed, before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her in front of a mirror.

"Just look at you! He'll be lucky if he manages to get more than one dance with you tonight."

The Head Girl blushed profusely, ducking her head with a small grin. She was unused to feeling like the beautiful swan she was instead of the bookish wallflower she'd always attributed herself to be. Maybe it was high time to be more positive about herself and to let go of this notion that she wasn't good enough or pretty enough to keep someone interested in her. As she looked herself over in the mirror, she had to admit that, damnit, she was just as pretty as she was smart and there was nothing wrong or shameful in that.

Tonight, Gryffindor's Princess slash war hero was an exquisite Athena with the white fabric of her dress plastered snugly against the warm tones of her skin. The dress went over one shoulder and flowed to the floor, clinging to her curves nicely with one long slit to mid-thigh, allowing a teasing peek at a shapely leg. A brown leather corset over the dress worked as the bodice cinching in her waist, beautifully ornate metal on the front like a feaux breastplate. Gold plated armbands circled her upper arms. Ginny had done a fantastic job with her hair, being able along with some magickal help, to turn the honey tresses into an Ancient Greek work of art; loose curls and braids threaded with wide strands of gold ribbon holding the mass together while allowing it all to lay heavily down her back. Hermione's makeup was simple in comparison, having only a shimmer of golden brown shadow on her lids with mascara and a natural lip only glossed.

"Ginny, you have worked a miracle," Hermione praised glowingly, grinning at her bestie, who was outfitted as Aphrodite and looking just as spectacular, "I demand you be my fairy godmother for life!"

Ginny snorted, but smiled back with pride at her handiwork, looking the brunette over at all angles with a critical eye. She nodded, pleased that her magickal fairy work was indeed complete before handing Hermione a white mask with gold filigree workings, tying her own mask on as well.

"Oh, hush. It wasn't hard to do, especially since you're such a babe." The little Weasely teased, laughing hard when her friend's cheeks flared up again. Hermione told the girl to shut her trap before points were taken away, same House be damned. They both dissolved into giggles, before getting it together long enough to make sure everything was in order to go meet the boys. Before Hermione followed Ginny out of the portrait, she looked back towards her room, wondering for a moment if she ought to bring her wand or not, but decided that would be silly. She was going to a dance for Merlin's sake, not a battle. Tonight was going to be all about fun and no worries.

-x-x-x-

Things seemed to be in full swing, the newly re-vamped Great Hall was bursting with festivity and buoyant emotions as students flowed steadily inside with their dates, everyone dressed grandly as all types of Gods and Goddesses from all pantheons ranging from Greek, to Egyptian, to Hindu and more. It was a sea of colors and cultures colliding in the most aesthetic way. Much like the previous Yule Ball in fourth year, the enchanted ceiling was swirling with white flurries of snow that drifted down to land on the floor and all the costumed bodies, giving a delightful twinkling effect before melting away quickly and leaving no dampness behind. Giant trees alight with blinking multi colors lined the walls and behind the stage where the band Swish and Flick were performing a few introductory songs as a warmup. The floor was hidden in an ankle deep low fog giving off an ethereal look. The Great Hall had been transformed into a forested, fantasy winter wonderland and it was breathtaking.

Couple after couple descended the staircase leading to the Hall, most everyone wanting to take a gander at what costume was being worn and attempting to guess who it was beneath the mask as a fun little game. A great many female partygoers found their gazes attracted to those stairs when it was Draco's turn to make his way down with the blonde bombshell possessively wrapped around his arm. He'd chosen a very striking and intimidating visage; wearing a long black cape hooked at his shoulders, black metal plating covering his torso. Tight, black breeches encased strong thighs and disappeared at the knee as expensive, black leather riding boots took it from there. Half of his face was obscured by a skull shaped demi-mask, goat horns twisting back along his pristine platinum hair. Malfoy was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and he looked every inch the part of Death. Despite such an ominous appearance, Malfoy didn't fail in inducing a flutter in the hearts of several girls who rushed over to coo about Daphne's costume when really they were there to catch his eye.

Daphne curled her lip and clung even closer to Draco, letting them know in no uncertain terms, that he was there with her, and she belonged to him. No one else. She'd picked out her outfit specifically to reflect that as she'd chosen to embody Persephone; the true love of a dark and powerful lord. The haughty blonde carried herself high and proud as her icy blue eyes peered through a feathery butterfly mask, fixing a stare towards the stairs impatiently, hoping her dear old friend Pansy would be arriving soon. She'd been waiting for this moment of revenge for so long, ever since fourth year's Ball. Malfoy had been her date then too, but Pansy somehow weaseled herself into gaining his attentions that night. While her back was turned, they'd walked off somewhere and Daphne was made to lower herself into searching for her own bloody date! Oh, she'd found them alright. Hearing noises from a little alcove some distance from the party, Daphne went forth to investigate only to discover the two of them locked together in a deep snog not even noticing her presence. Seething with rage she backed away quickly, even though the impulse to bash Pansy's face into the wall was strong. She never let that bitch know that she knew, but swore to herself that she'd make Parkinson feel pain in whatever way possible.

Draco made a move to walk towards the entrance of the Great Hall, but Daphne dug her fingers into his arm to halt him. His silver grey eyes flicked down at her with a flash of annoyance, his body stiffening.

"Is there a good reason for us to be posted here? If not, we are going inside." He said coolly, though if he were to be a hundred percent honest with himself, he wanted to wait behind as well if only to get a view of his favorite mudblood. Malfoy gritted his teeth as he thought about her, the fact that she'd accepted an invite from that birdbrained ginger, Weasely, was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Why she would stoop so low as to go with a disgustingly poor, unintelligent sod like Ron was beyond him. That boy had no class, no money, that godawful orange hair, and no particularly good talent whatsoever in Malfoy's opinion. The Weasely's were trash, the lot of them. Granger was wasting herself on both him and that she-weasel she called friend.

"I want to wait for Pansy." Daphne stated firmly, not budging an inch from where she stood, her eyes still pinned to the staircase. Draco had to curb the mighty urge that came over him to drag the Greengrass chit by her fucking hair if he had to, his ire becoming more inflamed because of one little aggravating brunette. He didn't know if he could trust himself not to put his hands on Granger the moment she'd show up with another man touching what was his. Who said jealousy was a green-eyed monster? It was a pure, unadulterated black beast of rage that paced back and forth like a jungle cat just beneath the surface wanting to strike out, and it would take everything in him to leave Ron's face intact when he saw him. Oh yes, Draco knew he was extremely jealous and possessive over this slip of a girl, but it was warranted. Malfoy's got what they wanted and no one stood in the way of it, not even the object of their desire itself.

"You can wait for her inside, can't you?" Draco queried sweetly, about ready to do what he'd wanted in the first place and start dragging his date. Though, now that he'd grown from the callow boy he once was, causing public scenes were no longer his thing, but damn if it wasn't tempting. "I tire of standing here like some commoner for the Queen, Daphne. If that's your wish, you may do it alone-"

"You've got to be KIDDING me!" Daphne whisper-screamed to herself, completely oblivious to Draco's foul mood being directed at her. Shocked anger sparked from those glacier blue eyes of hers while her jaw grew slack in disbelief. She emitted a little growl and stomp of her foot. "How did she manage that?"

Draco sighed and cast a look over his shoulder to see what had gotten the girl in such a fit, raising a brow to see a triumphant Pansy Parkinson standing at the top with none other than one of his own best mates, Blaise Zabini. Pansy wasn't looking half bad, having gone as Medusa even going so far as to transfigure her hair to seem like live, wriggling, tongue-flicking snakes. Zabini had dressed as some sort of sea god, holding a trident at his side. They made an…interesting pair, Malfoy supposed, shrugging a shoulder without concern. It made no difference to him who either of them were interested in, but apparently it mattered very much to Daphne.

Pansy lifted her chin, a catlike grin stretching from ear to ear as she took in the bloom of red suffusing her former best friend's countenance. That's right, eat it, bitch she thought giddily, walking down with Zabini as regally as she could manage while still trying to ignore the pang in her heart at seeing Draco there with her blonde nemesis, indifference in his grey gaze. He really doesn't care.

Fine. Pansy wasn't going to pine for him, not tonight.

-x-x-x-

Ron's anxiety was climbing off the charts as he rocked on his heels, every second he waited for Hermione to round the corner was making his heart rate raise and his palms to dampen. He reminded himself periodically to keep taking in a fresh intake of air so he wouldn't embarrass himself by passing out. Waiting with him was Harry, who seemed to have an easier time of it though the messy haired boy couldn't stop a fidget or two. Harry glanced over at his panicking friend and grinned, nudging him with an elbow.

"You alright there, mate?" he asked, unable to help a chuckle at the state Ron was currently in, not having expected him to have such an episode. Hermione already said yes, so there shouldn't have been too much reason to freak out, surely? Ron laughed nervously and nearly dislodged his plain black mask when his fingers dove into his hair, releasing a long slow breath to calm down a bit.

"I just don't wanna mess anything up, you know? I was lucky I got to have her go with me and…I dunno. I just want her to be happy with, uh, me. Haha." It had taken just about their whole time at school for Ron to finally realize something; he liked Hermione far more than just a friend, but had just been too blind and too much of a dolt to see just how much she had become to mean to him lately. Maybe deep down, the reason why he never outright pursued the beautiful bookworm was because he never felt he could deserve someone like her, or that she'd find a simple, easy going boy like him as a person worthy enough. He came from a large family, who were rich with love but not so otherwise, so what could a guy like him offer a girl? It's not like he could lavish her with gifts like he wished he could, or take her on expensive dates. All he had was his charm, stout loyalty, and the vulnerability of his heart to give, but could that ever be enough for a girl like Hermione? He hoped so, because he swore half his heart belonged to her already; fear of the unknown and possible rejection was holding on to the other.

"I get what you're saying, I do, but I wouldn't worry too much," Harry began, interrupting Ron's inner conflict, "I'm not a girl, and don't really know much of what goes on in their heads, but I have a feeling she was holding out for you to ask her."

Ron's eyes lightened with renewed hope at Harry's comment, those helpful words seeming to straighten his spine to make him stand taller and a bit more assured. Maybe Harry was right, maybe Hermione liked him back enough to have really wanted to go with him to the Ball. He needed to push aside the self-doubt and instead just focus on making tonight fun for the both of them.

He could do this. He could do this!

Hermione finally rounded the corner with his sister Ginny.

Oh my god, he couldn't do this!

His heart seized up for an immeasurable amount of time as he was bathed in the radiance that was Hermione, barely registering that there was anyone else in their vicinity as he took her in; soft pink lips curling shyly in a smile, honey amber eyes meeting his with a vivacious sparkle in their depths. If Ron hadn't known any better, he'd have believed this gorgeous creature striding gracefully towards him was in fact a goddess come to Earth instead of one of his best friends. He swallowed hard as his hands shook slightly, feelings of unworthiness beating once again at the forefront of his brain. That is, until her small hand found his and gave it a little squeeze, her eyes looking up at him warmly; the scared half of his heart now almost tripping over itself in its haste to join with the rest as a whole. Ron was falling hard for this girl and there was no stopping it now.

"Blimey, 'Mione…," Ron whispered reverently, holding onto her hand lightly as if it were made of porcelain, "you look amazing." Hermione blushed, thinking he didn't look too bad himself. He hadn't chosen something to be so much as he just wore plain robes and a mask, but he was quite handsome nonetheless.

"Oh, Ron, please," she giggled, tugging at him to walk with her, "thank you for thinking so, but if we don't hurry along, this Ball will never get started."

Harry had already collected Ginny and the two had gone on ahead, so Hermione and Ron quickened their step to catch up, laughter and whispers shared between them both. She couldn't be happier than right now, dressed up and feeling beautiful with Ron being such a sweet gentleman beside her; it made her heart swell tenfold. Nothing in the world could have pierced through her bliss. At least, nothing should have. They stopped just inside the entrance to the Great Hall as students milled about waiting for the signal that the night was about to begin. Almost immediately, the fine hairs on the back of Hermione's neck stood up and her skin itched as she felt eyes on her, even though no one had yet noticed their quiet entry. Ron looked down at her and smiled, seemingly unaffected by whatever was causing the unease in her.

"You worried about, Malfoy?" He asked her, rubbing his thumb along the top of her hand in a soothing gesture, "Dunno why McGonagall is making you do this. I mean, yeah wars' over and all that, but come on, once a slimy git, always a slimy git." Then Ron turned a little pensive, furrowing his brow. "Besides, I don't trust him around you, 'Mione. Not since…" he cut off, knowing Hermione didn't like to talk about it.

Hermione sighed. "I hate this, too, but I can't back out now. It's just one stupid dance; one dance and I can go back to forgetting he exists tonight."

A hand came out of nowhere to wrap tightly around Hermione's arm just above her elbow.

"My, you think quite highly of yourself, don't you, Granger?" an ominously low voice purred by her ear, startling a gasp from her. Chocolate eyes clashed with darkening mercury; Hermione suddenly feeling very exposed and cold by Draco's unrelenting stare through that eerie skull mask. In reaction, she jerked her arm to remove his hand, but he just clung on tighter.

"Get your filthy paws off her, Malfoy, or I swear—" Ron growled, stepping forward with clenched fists.

"You swear, what, Weasel? I haven't even done anything," Draco spat, leaving off a blatant yet, "I've been waiting for Granger's all important appearance so that we may, as she said, do this one. Stupid. Dance." Malfoy never even looked at the blustering ginger as he spoke, his gaze remaining on his prey the entire time, flashing her a wolfish grin.

"Ron, don't. I don't want you getting into trouble because of Malfoy." Hermione warned pleadingly, seeing that he was gearing up for a fight. She mouthed the words just one dance and tried to convey with her eyes that she could handle this and not to worry.

"This is all very touching, but you're both beginning to bore me," Draco snapped, pulling Hermione close to him, "Don't fret, Weasely, I'll take good care of our little princess."

Hermione opened her mouth to deliver a disparaging remark, but promptly shut it again when she realized that they had garnered some attention from a small crowd closest to them as well as McGonagall who was rushing over to see what the hold-up was. It was that reason alone that she allowed Malfoy to guide her none too gently to their starting position for the first dance. A signal was given to the band to begin playing, and Draco took Hermione's hand, wrapping his other arm snugly across her lower back, hauling her body inappropriately close to his. She gasped softly in indignation, glaring up at his smirking face while attempting to put a little space between them, but he refused to give her it while he swept her away into the steps of the dance.

Once they made a couple circles around the floor, it was then that everyone else joined in, and Hermione felt like she could breathe a little better with less eyes on her. She avoided Malfoy's gaze like the plague, choosing to ignore him entirely and pretend she was dancing with someone else. Unfortunately, that decision seemed to goad him into dropping his hand from her waist to cup her bottom, the heat of his palm burning her through the thin material of her dress. Hermione gave him a look that could kill a troll.

"What's this, Granger…no knickers underneath? How shocking, my little prude." Malfoy remarked, laughing softly down at her. The livid girl in his arms reached down and smacked his hand away, making a move to pull away entirely.

"You're disgusting, Malfoy! Let go of me, because I'm done dancing with you."

Draco sneered at her weak, pitiful attempts to disengage herself from his hold, all the while keeping them both moving surprisingly graceful. He leaned in close to her, dragging his lips along the soft, perfumed column of her throat, breathing in her warm, honey sweet fragrance.

"I don't think I will, Princess. You're done when I damn well say you're done. Your precious Weasel boyfriend can wait until I'm finished with you." Malfoy's voice turned into a growl when he spoke of Ron as her boyfriend, his fingers digging painfully into her soft flesh. Hermione didn't know it, but he was expertly leading her unaware to a secluded alcove hidden dangerously so by the addition of the festive trees. Draco had a thin reign over his temper at the moment, wanting to punish his exquisite little pet for thinking she could ever be with another man who wasn't him.

His own date, Daphne, had barely even crossed his mind the whole evening thus far, having only brought her along because it was customary. As soon as Hermione had invaded his senses with such stunningly sensual innocence that clung to her while wearing that daring costume, the vapid blonde suctioned to his side had become a mere footnote.

Hermione, however, was starting to seriously regret having decided to leave her wand back in her room. She'd thought that tonight would have been fine, that Malfoy wouldn't dare pull anything while Professors and other students were in close proximity. Alas, she had grossly underestimated his arrogance that he could do what he wanted and get away with it, but, he'd also underestimated once again, her mettle when messed with. She slammed a sandaled foot down onto his instep, making him pull back sharply with a start of surprise, glaring down at her a moment before that stupid smirk made an appearance.

"Nice try, pet. Unlucky for you, you haven't quite got the right footwear to do damage." Draco chuckled when Hermione uttered a frustrated growl, still steadily steering her towards that alcove.

"Gods, you have some gall, Malfoy," she snarled, her eyes darting around quickly to spot either Ron or Harry, or hell, anyone at this point to be able to seek assistance, "You think you can harass me like this and get away with it? If you don't let me go this instant, I will scream the castle down!"

Draco's eyes narrowed down at her, his grip on her constricting even tighter as his grey eyes flared with anger, his jaw setting as he waited in stony silence to test those words. When she opened her mouth to deliver on that threat, he dropped his hands from her faster than she could blink, the two now squaring off with each other.

"Such a little coward, Granger. Getting frightened over a simple dance…"

Hermione's heart was racing while bravely staring him down, noting just how dark and menacing he looked in all that black and that unsettling mask. She could almost believe it was Hades, risen from the Underworld he ruled to come and steal her away. Daphne may be playing the part of Persephone, but it was not her that was locked in the crosshairs of this devilish wizard, it was she.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Hermione finally asked, curiosity keeping her rooted to the spot instead of making her escape. Draco ran his tongue over his teeth as he considered the answer to her question, his eyes sweeping all over her golden glory, his mind buzzing with dozens of thoughts and reasons on this matter. How to even begin? How could he explain that it was essentially her fault that he'd become so drawn to her? He'd become obsessed with that light she held inside, and at times that maddened him just the same.

"Maybe one day you'll find out. In fact, I'd bet the Manor on it."

Before Hermione could demand that he expound upon that cryptic remark, he stepped forward to pass her, his shoulder brushing hers.

"Enjoy this time with Weasely while you can, Granger. You never know what could happen in the future."

Hermione whirled around with wide eyes, watching as his dark form became swallowed up almost instantly in the crowd, lifting a slightly trembling hand to her chest in an effort to slow her pulse. The pit of her stomach roiled with nervous fluttering, feeling that things between her and Malfoy were far from over.

-x-x-x-

Pansy was ecstatic, or well, as much as she could be given the circumstances. She would have paid a hundred galleons to rewind time and see that look of shocked and angry disappointment on Daphne's stupid face again. It had been pure luck that Zabini had still been available and had agreed to go with her, but there was a favor to be owed him at a later date. One that he hadn't specified as yet, but she'd jumped at the opportunity regardless, figuring whatever it was would be worth taking some small revenge on her former best friend.

She praised herself on her ability to emote the smug confidence; showing Draco and those two traitorous bitches posing as friends, that they couldn't bring her down. Pansy would prevail through all harsh cruelties thrown her way with head held high and shoulders squared. After years of practice it was easy to act a certain way, no matter the cracking fault lines hidden deep beneath the veneer.

Blaise was being surprisingly attentive to her, which made her grateful to say the least. She needed to show Draco that she didn't need him, that someone did find her attractive and made her feel wanted, however superficial it may be. Pansy wasn't fool enough to think that Zabini actually harbored anything real towards her, but it didn't really matter. Everyone in life has a role to play; something she knew all too well.

"Excuse me a moment, I'm going to get us something to drink." Blaise said, removing himself from her side. Pansy stiffened now that she was alone, hating how she felt like the duckling losing sight of its mother. There were so many people around, yet none of these faces looked at her with warm familiarity or kindness; mostly indifference, wariness, or polite nods of acknowledgement that were almost worse. Had it always been like this, and she'd never noticed it before? Not long ago she'd been perfectly content with her life here, she'd had her group of friends, she'd had Draco, and nothing seemed amiss. Now that those things were gone, it was like the fog cleared and Pansy finally saw how things really were. She wasn't really known or well-like by anyone. Somehow she had isolated herself from the world, and realizing this was a punch to the gut. Who was she?

"Alone, Pansy? Where has your handsome date run off to, leaving you here?" A sugary sweet lilt intruded on the brooding girl, her sad onyx eyes hardening before turning onto the overly done blonde striding up, clutching like an octopus to Malfoy's arm. He looked like he'd drop to the floor dead from boredom any second, which gave Pansy much satisfaction. So, not everything was peaches and cream was it? She hoped they both choked.

"He's getting me something to drink, actually," Pansy replied, lifting a brow, "I've never been so taken care of. Blaise is such a gentleman; I couldn't be happier!" She grinned convincingly as Daphne grew slightly skeptical then a bit more sour, a sneer marring her prettiness.

"Is that so…" The blonde looked up at Malfoy, smiling sweetly enough to cause a tooth ache, "Darling, would you go and get me something to drink as well?" Draco barely managed to suppress a cringe, and nodded curtly, all too happy to be on his own for a few minutes. As soon as he was gone, Daphne dropped all niceties and pinned Pansy in place with a cold glower.

"You don't fool me for a second, Parkinson. I saw you look at my Draco. If I were you, I would focus my attentions on your date and hope he takes pity enough on you to stick around. Though he might, what with your…loose affections." Daphne giggled, nearly baring her teeth as she ripped ruthlessly at the other girl. Pansy had to brace herself with everything she had against the impact of those words, sucking in a slow, soundless breath to stay calm. She was tempted to Avada Kedavra this bitch to Hell and back and gladly accept the Dementors' Kiss.

"Here." Malfoy had returned, pushing a cup into Daphne's hand. Pansy wasn't going to stick around any longer and take this abuse. Maybe she ought to commit two murders while she was at it. She marched forward, leaning into her ex-friend's face, lowering her voice to a hard whisper.

"I do hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds, sweetie, and just so you know, the ten minutes that it took wasn't all that impressive," then Pansy rose her voice to a normal volume, "Have fun!" After which, she shoulder-checked into Daphne as she left, causing the furious blonde to splash red punch all across costly layers of white silks and satins. Crazed screeches reverberated off the walls, and Pansy smiled, the sounds like music in her ears, soothing her like nothing else could.

A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you like part one! Sorry if descriptions were too much or not enough on what was being worn. It was more difficult than I thought it would be, but damn, trying to convey what a costume looks like isn't easy haha. It can either be confusing or vague or overly descriptive so hopefully none of that was the case. (eek!)

As always, PLEASE REVIEW! (I love to know what you guys think ^-^ and it certainly helps to motivate)