HARRY POTTER: Draco and Harriet's Ball
I just got into reading Harry Potter after MANY years of curiosity, and for me, the books are better than the movies. In my head, I came up with the idea of a fem!Potter (Harriet) attending, but she'd go with Ron as a friend because of Hermione's attendance with Viktor. This is a long one!
At this Yule Ball, Ron and Harriet enter to the applause of people. They're both comfortable with each other, but Ron is still slightly jealous that Hermione is with Viktor. Harriet assures him that they'll still have a wonderful time, and he decides not to think much of it.
During the dance, Ron leads Harriet in the dance. They're both laughing and twirling as they follow the lead of dancing students around them, Hermione noticing them. At first she thinks something's going on, but when she notices Ron's laid back expression, it occurs to her that it is only friendship.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?" Ron holds out his hand for Harriet.
Giggling, Harriet bows. "Why yes sir, you may."
As they are about to waltz, Harriet is suddenly knocked away from Ron right into none other than Draco Malfoy. She yelps as he grabs her hand, firm but not tightening.
"Potter," he sneers. He looks down at her attire, and he's taken aback. Instead of her hair curling around her facd, the ends are twisted and clipped back in silver barrettes, and she wears a white gown white as snow with long, off the shoulder sleeves. Her neck is adorned with a silver chain, two white diamonds dangling from her ears. Her makeup is minimal, but even with her glasses on, her eyes are wide with liner and mascara.
"Hey," Ron interrupts them, glaring at Draco. "Let her go."
"Am I interrupting your date, Weasley?" Draco smirks. "Don't mind me, just making sure ol' Harriet here keeps her head in check for the upcoming games."
Ron growls as he balls his hands into fists. Draco smirks as he turns to Harriet.
"Well...mind if I cut in?"
"Why?" Ron interrupts. "Your here with Pansy. Run back to her."
However, they see her storming off the dance floor in a fury. Draco eyerolls.
"Now, Potter," he repeats. "Do you mind?"
"Are you sure?" Ron is concerned. Nodding, she gives him a reassuring smile as he steps back from the dance floor, allowing them room. Straightening herself, Harriet tries to focus on the applause from the faculty around them and the band playing music. She grunts as he tugs her against his chest.
"My, my," Draco's voice is soft as it is bitter. "I have to say, I'm impressed. I didn't know the famous Harriet Potter had the audacity to look...decent for the Yule Ball."
Harriet smirks back. "I could say the same thing about you, Draco."
She wasn't lying, he did clean up well. His white blazer was tucked into a buttoned black jacket, formal just as the rest of the students around them. He slid his hands around her waist, tightening his grip. Gasping, Harriet balanced her hands on his shoulders, swaying with him.
He spun her several times, looping her through each arm. The dancers around them noticed how graceful and fluent they were, gazing in awe and wonder.
"She dances beautifully," Viktor whispers to Hermione. "For rival houses...they're so graceful."
Even Harriet's friends are stunned into silence and amazement. She was not used to this, not one bit. Dancing with Ron was different: there was fun, cookiness and flattery. With Draco, it was all focus. He treated it like a game of Quidditch or class, no room for mistakes.
Harriet gasps as her back hits his chest. Through the music, she can hear the sound of her own heart beating, and the vibrations reverberating from Draco's lungs. She is rigid like stone.
"They're looking at us," Draco points out. He leans in against her ear with his lips close to her ear. "Probably surprised a Slytherin is dancing with a Gryffindor."
She grunts as he sways her side-to-side, interlacing his fingers in his. "Perhaps they are wondering..."
Suddenly, the world starts to fall backwards as he bends her backward. He clasps his hand tightly in hers, the other caressing her waist through the fabric of her dress. When he pulls her back up, their faces are inches apart.
"How a Muggle..." Draco tilts her chin to meet his gaze. "Is much as a nuisance as she is so beautiful."
In the midst of the dancing, nobody notices Draco lean in, pressing his lips against hers. Harriet blinks, her glasses fogging by the softness of his lips. However, just as it happens, it quickly ends when the music stops. Everyone claps around them and bows to their respective partners. Students start to surround Harriet and Draco.
"My my, Harriet. You were so beautiful, so beautiful!"
"Potter, you were amazing. Amazing!"
However, the crowd is suffocating in seconds and Harriet shoves everyone aside, fleeing the ballroom. She can't breathe, speak, or comprehend her surroundings. She just wants to leave, to get out of there.
"Harriet!" Ron and Hermione go after her. "Harriet, wait!"
But she doesn't. Instead she sprints through the castle, adrenaline running hot. She's so lost in it it only ceases when she trips over her dress straight into a room full of mirrors. Yelping, she lands face-first on the floor, groaning. This breaks her from her stupor.
Shaking, she sits on the floor for a moment. Her gown pools around her, hot tears pouring down her cheeks. She sniffles and stands, choking through more sobs as she walks towards the mirrors. Only her reflection keeps her company, safe in the vast hall no one will see her cry.
"You...BUMBLING SNAKE!" She shouts at her reflection. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
The room is silent as her anger dissipates into sadness. Turning around, she sinks to the floor, burying her head in her lap. "What do you want from me?"
She wasn't alone. Jumping to her feet, Harriet notices a shadow moving in the room. In the darkness, she thought it was a Dementor, but no, beneath the glimmering mask and black robes, it was a Death Eater. They glided across the floor in front of her, stopping a foot away. In the moonlight, Lucius Malfoy removed his mask, letting his long white hair cascade over his shoulders.
"Why, Harriet," his voice is melodic. "You look like winter's angel, my dear."
However, upon closed inspection, he noticed her face streaked with the tears she cried, letting her makeup stain her cheeks and her reddened eyes. Tsking, he pulled his wand from his cane and white light buzzed at the end. With a quick flick of his wrist, Harriet had no time to react as she was blinded by light.
"AAAGH!" She shrieked. What had he done to me, she thought in panic. Her glasses clinked to the ground, her hands covering her eyes. Had he burned her face? Did he curse her with a killing spell? She waited, trembling with fear. Nothing happened. Slowly, she removed her hands from her face and grabbed her glasses, rushing toward the mirror.
Lucius didn't hurt her at all...he fixed her makeup and hair the way it was before, as well as clearing the dirt that stained her dress. Unsettled, she turned around, startled to see he was now standing above her. He used the tip of his wand to tilt her chin upward, observing the work he'd just done.
"There we are. Good as new."
Gritting her teeth, Harriet growled and grabbed his wand, throwing it aside.
"Dear, dear, Potter," Lucius shook his head, commanding his wand back into his hand. "Don't test me."
"Why are you bothering me?" Harriet demanded. "Leave me alone!"
Her heels clicked against the stone floor as she shoved past him, intent on staying away from the entire Malfoy family all together. However, Lucius was one step further than her, appearing in front of her in a whisp of black smoke. Harriet slammed against his rock solid chest.
"Now, now," Lucius grew annoyed by her stubborness. "I'm not going to hurt you, but might want to adjust that attitude of yours if you want to make it back to the Yule Ball."
The hateful glare in Harriet's eyes disappeared. "You...you were watching me?"
"From the shadows, yes," Lucius tucked his wand back into his cane. "I must admit, you and my son danced so beautifully. I could see why everyone was so mesmerized."
"I never wanted to dance with Draco," Harriet denied ferverently. "He forced me to, away from my friend."
"The Weasley boy?" chuckled Lucius. "He danced as if he was born with no feet."
Harriet turned away and crossed her arms over her chest. She was seething underneath, but what alarmed her was Lucius's eyes on her at the dance. Alarm bells rung in her head. If he watched them dance, did that mean...he saw their kiss? If he did, then she was in IMMEDIATE danger.
"Look," She tried to keep her voice steady. "What you saw, it was never supposed to happen. I'd never..."
"Never what?" Lucius asked. Harriet could hear his thick boots and the tap of his cain on the stone floor. "Never wanted to dance with Draco? Are you afraid of him?"
"Of course not!" Harriet gritted her teeth. "The only thing he's good at is making everyone miserable in his life to fuel his own ego. Like father, like son!"
She'd only met Lucius a handful of times and he was far less appealing than his own son. While she could make it through an entire semester with Draco, she'd never stand a chance against his own father. That retort alone forced her around, and Lucius's angry eyes froze her to the core as she was forced back around to look at him.
"Don't test me, girl," he warned her. "You don't want to know what happens when someone insults my family."
"You let Draco insult mine," she snapped back. "So it's only fair I return the favor!"
"Harriet?!" a female voice called beyond the shadows. "Harriet!"
Freezing, Harriet looked over Lucius's shoulder and noticed Ron and Hermione coming into the room. Lucius heard the extra pairs of footsteps and hissed under his breath.
"To be continued, my dear." With those last words, he puffed away in a thick veil of black smoke, smoke that caused Harriet to cough madly. It felt like acid washing her lungs, forcing her to lean over. By the time the air cleared, Ron and Hermione came right upon her.
"Harriet!" Ron helped her up. "Are you all right?"
"My God," Hermione saw how much she trembled. "You're shaking. What happened?"
Harriet shook her head, hot tears burning in her eyes. "Can we-can we get out of here?"
By the time they exited the room, she started crying once again. Ron and Hermione knew better than to ask questions, instead walking beside her. Rounding the corner, they were now in the main halls when someone stopped them in their tracks.
"Have you enjoyed the dance, Potter?" Draco's brow quirked.
Something in those words triggered her rage. Breaking free from Hermione and Ron, she marched toward him and slapped him straight across the face. A deafening CRACK echoed through the hall, causing a few students walking out of the ballroom to stop and stare.
Stumbling, Draco touched the cheek Harriet just slapped. A visible red mark spread across the skin, stinging when he caressed it with his fingers. His eyes widened, silenced by the angry woman before him.
"Don't you dare talk to me, you piece of shit. You had no right, no right! That was...that was my first kiss, too!"
Trembling, she hurried back to her friends and threw her arms around Hermione's shoulders, sobbing. "Take me back to my room, please."
All three of them hurried down the hall, with Ron ushering Harriet in front of him so she wouldn't have to see Draco anymore. Hermione glared daggers as she turned back around, shaking her head as she followed behind.
Draco slumped against the wall, his hand still cupping his sore cheek. He may not have gotten along with Harriet in the beginning, but now a new thought crossed his mind.
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