The grandeur of Malfoy Manor unfolded before Hermione Granger as she stepped through the towering gates, the soft glow of lanterns casting an ethereal light upon the manicured gardens. Tonight, she was an unexpected guest at the Malfoy Gala, an invitation extended by none other than Draco Malfoy himself.
Draco, employed as a potioneer and hermioneis one of his regular clients which led to a friendship to form. Unexpectedly, in one of there outings he extends an invitation to the gala for hermione which she accepted eagerly.
With a graceful stride, Hermione ascended the marble steps leading to the imposing entrance, where the imposing figure of Narcissa Malfoy awaited her. Dressed in a gown of midnight blue, Narcissa greeted her with a warm smile.
"Miss Granger, how lovely to see you. Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight," Narcissa said, her voice as elegant as her demeanor.
Hermione returned the smile, her nerves settling at the genuine welcome. "Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Malfoy. The manor looks breathtaking."
Narcissa's eyes sparkled with pride. "Please, call me Narcissa. And do make yourself at home. The festivities are just beginning."
With a nod of gratitude, Hermione entered the opulent foyer, her eyes drinking in the splendor of her surroundings. The air was alive with the chatter of guests and the strains of soft music drifting from the ballroom.
As she made her way through the crowd, Hermione caught sight of Draco, his silver-blond hair glinting in the candlelight. He stood with poise, conversing with a group of guests, his gaze flickering in her direction.
Their eyes met, and Hermione felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Draco excused himself from his companions and approached her with a charming smile.
"Granger, what a pleasure to see you," Draco said, his tone tinged with warmth.
Hermione returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease in his presence. "Likewise, Malfoy. Thank you for inviting me."
Draco's gaze swept over her, taking in her attire with a subtle appreciation. "You look stunning, as always."
Heat rose to Hermione's cheeks at the compliment. "Thank you. The gala is exquisite."
Draco inclined his head. " Would you care for a tour of the manor?"
Hermione nodded eagerly, intrigued by the prospect of exploring the grandeur of Malfoy Manor. Together, they strolled through the labyrinthine corridors, Draco regaling her with anecdotes about the history of the estate.
As they reached the ballroom, Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of a grand piano occupying a place of honor in the center of the room. "Do you play, draco?"
Draco's lips curved into a small smile. "Yes, I do. It's a passion of mine."
Hermione's curiosity peaked. "Would you mind playing something for me?"
With a nod, Draco led her to the piano, seating himself at the polished ebony stool. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he began to play, the haunting melody filling the air.
*L'âme en peine*
*Il vit, mais parle à peine*
*Il attend devant cette photo d'antan*
*Il, il n'est pas fou*
*Il y croit, c'est tout*
*Il la voit partout*
Hermione listened in rapt silence, captivated by the beauty of his playing. As Draco's voice joined the music, her heart swelled with emotion, the enchanting strains resonating deep within her soul.
*Debout une rose à la main*
*Non, non plus rien ne le retient*
*Dans sa love story*
*Dans sa love story*
*Dans sa love story*
*Sa love story*
Around them, the guests fell silent, drawn in by the spellbinding performance unfolding before them. As the last notes faded into the night, Hermione found herself gazing at Draco with newfound admiration.
In that moment, amidst the elegance and charm of Malfoy Manor, Hermione realized that sometimes, the most enchanting melodies are the ones that speak to the depths of the heart.