Chapter 4
Harry couldn’t breathe. In front of him, Adonis was in such a beautiful dark green dress, hugging his slim form nicely. The skirt reached the floor and was made of the smoothest velvet. The top was a black sheer with a high neckline; only the chest area was covered, where small green roses were displayed. Velvet stilettos with ankle straps showed through a slit in the side of the skirt.
“Well, go on then, mate.” Ron gave Harry a push, and he stumbled forward.
He grasped wildly for the words Hermione had taught him to compliment Adonis, but he couldn’t say anything except “Wow.”
Adonis beamed. Apparently, Harry’s awe was universal. “Pensez-vous que ça a l’air bien?”
Harry caught only a few words and vaguely knew them to mean Adonis was asking for his opinion. However, before Harry could reply, another blond appeared at his side, arm in arm with Pansy Parkinson. Draco gave Harry an odd look, not entirely dislike or hate, but it wasn’t friendly either.
Leaning to whisper in his brother’s ear, Draco whispered something. Adonis frowned and excused himself, a longing look in his eyes as he was pulled away.
Left alone with Parkinson, Harry gave an awkward cough and left to join Ron by the drinks. He would have to wait for Adonis, and if he’d asked, he would have waited for all eternity. Unfortunately, as a champion, Harry and his partner would be the first to dance, so he silently urged his date to hurry.
Thankfully, Harry hadn’t even had time to pour himself a second cup of pumpkin juice before Adonis returned. He seemed a bit agitated, but Harry didn’t have the vocabulary to ask if something was the matter. He could only hope his facial expression was enough to convey his message.
“Rien. Ce n’est rien,” muttered Adonis, waving his hand in front of himself dismissively.
Harry understood the shake of his head and extended his arm. With his free hand, he pointed to the other champions waiting by the teacher’s table — Hermione was waving at him frantically — to show they had to go over there. Adonis smiled and nodded, allowing Harry to guide him over. As soon as they arrived, music started playing, and the champions stepped onto the dance floor with their dates one by one.
When they stepped out, whispers broke out among all the Hogwarts students in attendance. No doubt they thought he was dancing with his enemy, the one and only Draco Malfoy, but as it turned out, he wasn’t the one and only. Harry was dancing with his twin, Adonis. Maybe now Ron would see he wasn’t crazy, that there were really twins other than his brothers and the Patils.
It was either that, or because Adonis was stunning. If Harry thought he was in love when the blond was in a simple school uniform, that love was one well-timed smile away from devotion, adoration, obsession. Being wrapped around his finger would be a severe understatement. If Adonis told him to jump, he would leap. If he told him to run, he would sprint. If he was asked to kneel, he would prostrate with his head to the floor.
If Harry could feel all this for someone that came from a family he had sworn eternal animosity towards, he didn’t dare imagine what thoughts went through a Malfoy devotee’s head.
A sudden urge to hold Adonis closer to him washed over Harry, and he did so. He didn’t think what he did might appear intentional to anyone watching, but the blond in his arms let out a puff of air Harry swore was a silent laugh and got even closer to the brunet.
It was official. Adonis Malfoy was going to be the death of Harry Potter.