Um, yeah. I do not own Harry Potter, or its related names. They belong to J.K. Rowling and/or but not limited to Scholastic Book Publishing. Don't sue me. I'm just a fan.

I do own the characters of Mariena Silver, Tobias Hill and Alicia Lao. The character of Belle Gratio Belongs to Lora, you know who you are. Sorry If I get the portrayal of her wrong. SO sorry *bows* So yeah. If you like it, e-mail me, If you don't, then leave. J/k if you're gonna e-mail me, no flames please. Constructive criticism. ^^ Btw, my e-mail hell_engel_86@yahoo.com

Peace - Ali

Chapter 4 Snowflake

He had overheard Harry and Ron talking about the snowflake dance. Harry and Ginny were going together as well as Ron and Hermione. As far he knew, Belle was going alone.

Back in the common room, he corned Crabbe and Goyle. "You, both of you are going to the dance."

"Bloody hell Draco…" Goyle started to protest.

"We've never gone to one of them dances." Crabbe joined in on the protest. Draco gave them both a glare. Crabbe and Goyle then reconsidered their plea's.

"There will be free food anyway. I expect you both to be down here tonight around 7 sharp." He gave one last glare before retiring to the dorms. He had one hour.

At 7:00, Draco waited for his minions. They never came.

Draco was dressed in a silky black robe, his hair slicked back from its normal spiky state. Underneath his robes, he wore a silky black button up shirt, and his normal black pants. A new emerald Slytherin tie hung around his neck.

He strolled out of the Common Room, and down the Great Staircase. Alone. He made his way down through the cold deserted halls, his careful steps echoing through the hallways. His breath was visible, and rising in little puffs of smoke above his head. The closer he was to the Great Hall, the warmer seemed to get, and as he peered around the corner, he could see decorations flowing outside of the Great Hall.

He stepped over a few flowers, and was greeted by a perky girl. Much to his dismay, she placed a Lei over his head. He looked at it and took it off throwing it into the trash.

The four corners of the Hall were adorned by trees, but not ordinary trees, they were palm trees, each having silver tinsel and bright, pastel lights hanging from them. Pink and blue lanterns were strung from each tree to the next, giving the Hall a bright glow. Smaller, lights were strung from the ceiling down to the floor, forming their own wall over the one from which they hung. They were also bright, pastel, and twinkling from one color to another. As Draco edged closer to them, he discovered that they were not lights, but Fairies. The ceiling of the Great Hall was gone, or at least one would think that looking up at it. Snow floated down slowly melting before it hit the floor. Candles floated around, casting more light onto the floor, along with the light of the full moon.

Students were already crammed around the refreshment table, which held various foods and drink.

Then he saw her. Belle. She was wearing a silky blue robe, or rather cloak. Her hair was piled on top of her head, a few curls hanging down framing her face. She had glitter in her hair, and the light illuminated her like an angel. Her eyes were their normal emerald color, no longer showing anger at him.

She stood next to Harry and Ginny, who were holding each others hands. Belle had crossed her arms over her chest and was gazing dully at them.

He sank into the shadows, making his way over to her from behind, not wanting her to see him and avoid him now.

"Belle…" He said, emerging from the shadows behind her. "I..I.." He twitched, this was probably the hardest thing he had ever had to do. "I'm sorry…I never had the intention of going to the ball with Alicia, something she made up, to get you mad…" He paused, searching her face for any sign of understanding. "I meant to ask you that day." He looked at Harry and Ginny, who were now gaping at him. "If you want a free show, turn around and look at mudblood." He sneered nodding at Ron and Hermione, who were curled together, kissing. He then turned his attention back to Belle, whose eyes hadn't left Draco's face.

"You…you truly mean it don't you?" She questioned, her voice small barely inaudible.

"Yeah, I guess I do…" Draco's eyes met hers for a moment, then he looked away.

Belle threw her arms around him. "Draco, you know how I feel for you, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Please, promise me this will never happen again…" She started crying into the nap of his neck.

Draco, who was still quite stunned from her outburst, just nodded, wrapping his arms around her. Before he knew what he was doing and could stop himself, he pulled her away from him, bending down slightly looking her in the eye. He wiped away her tears before he kissed her. It was brief, but it was the first form of affection Draco had shown toward anyone in a long time.

From that day on, they both knew there was a sort of unspoken bond between the two of them. He was hers, and she was his.

It was the first time Draco had loved anyone beside himself.