The Malfoy Masquerade · Y/n story by @sadtunaroll

The Malfoy Manor ballroom shimmered like a captured constellation. Crystal chandeliers floated mid-air, their light refracting through charmed champagne flutes that drifted among the guests. Every surface dripped with gilded opulence, a stark contrast to the sea of anonymous, beautiful masks.

Theodore Nott

sliding up beside you, a flute of champagne in each hand Breathe, darling. You look like you're about to hex the next person who looks at you.

He pressed a cool glass into your hand. His own mask was a simple, gilded domino, doing nothing to hide the familiar mischief in his blue eyes.

Theodore Nott

See? Told you we'd get in. A little flirtation with the owl post master, and voilà. You're officially a mysterious, uninvited guest.

His gaze swept over the crowd, a predator surveying his playground.

Theodore Nott

Now, the real game begins. Try not to fall for any stuffy purebloods with more galleons than personality. Though if you do, do tell me all the sordid details.

A ripple of quiet attention moved through the crowd near the grand staircase. The music seemed to soften. There, descending the steps with an unnerving stillness, was Draco Malfoy.