Disclaimer: I do not own any lisenced Harry Potter characters… Well DUH! Come on, did you actually think I do?
If you want to see more of this series sooner, as well as the next set of the series, here is my Quizilla account: it came for the ball part of the afternoon, Rachel sat herself down on a dark green silk poof. Not that she couldn't dance. She could dance just fine. There really was no reason to dance. Most of the adults were waltzing around the deep mahogany floors, while others congregated in smaller groups, laughing and regaling in stories of past hilarities- usually at the expense of muggles. Rachel was fine with muggles as long as they didn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them. However, they tended to bother her frequently.
"Look, Rachel, if I offended you..." Draco came over to where she was sitting, rubbing his arm. Those who knew him knew that he was not one to apologize.
"Not everything is about you, Draco. I could care less who you give a bloody banger to." Rachel said truthfully, or did she? He was just her friend, shouldn't she be congratulating him on his male virility or something? "Hm? What was that?" She had been lost in thought and had not heard him speak again.
"I asked you, Rachel Marie Black, if you would care to dance?" He put on his cool Malfoy air of charm and extended a pale hand.
"I... sure, why not?" She took his hand with her own, covered in a black silk glove.
He whisked her out onto the dance floor, evidently well practiced in dancing as well as his other skills of refinery. For half a second, Rachel was impressed at the way he led her in the timeless dance. Then she remembered that most of the old-blood families, like her own, taught their children like the old nobles. Otherwise, there was no way that she would have known how to waltz at age seventeen.
"You dance a lot better than the others." Draco broke her thought stream again with a whisper.
"Thank you, you're very good on your feet as well." Draco was about to comment, a smirk on his face, when he saw the challenging smirk that played across Rachel's face. Her chocolate brown eyes dared him to say something nasty.
"Well, I thank you. "He settled on a simple thanks, hell-bent on not pissing her off anymore.
They danced around for a while as another eerie slow song came
from the magicked room.
"I don't know what he sees in her that he can't see in me." Pansy crossed her arms and grunted.
"You're way more evil than her, Pansy." Millicent Bullstrode assured her best friend.
"Hey, they're coming over here, act nice!" Pansy snapped, puffing out her chest for Draco. "Hello there, Draco dear! How are you tonight?" She greeted him with a hug and une bise (That's what the double cheek kiss is called-thank you French class!).
"Uh, hi Pansy, uh, Millicent. This is Rachel. She's Regulus Black's daughter and an old friend.' He took care of the proper introductions, sort of, and Rachel gave the courteous air kiss version of une bise that their kind always did at meet and greets.
"Nice to meet you both. Did you go to Hogwarts as well?" Rachel had learned her etiquette lessons well and knew how to make proper small talk.
"Uh, yes, we did. Where did you go to school?" Pansy sized Rachel up.
"I went to Beauxbatons Academy in France, just graduated as well." She did have a slight French accent and dialect of propriety with her English accent. Pansy and Millicent, however, did not catch on to that very quickly.
"Where are you staying, then?" Blaise Zabini came over to their group.
"This is Blaise Zabini." Draco filled in the gap for Rachel. "And she's…"
"We know each other, Draco." Rachel smiled and hugged Blaise, who hugged her back.
"How do you know him?" Millicent wrinkled her brows.
"Our parents were working together last summer for a while and we've met then." She explained casually. "I'm staying here at the Malfoy manor for a little while." She answered Blaise's question. If Pansy had a drink in her mouth, she would have spat it clear across the ballroom floor. Instead she started to cough, face turning a tinge of red. "Are you alright?" Rachel asked.
"Fine: cough: I'm fine." She shooed away Rachel's helping hand.