The woman that Pansy considers extremely ugly seems to have a strong attraction for Draco.
She was positioned against the wall, where the white frost Winky in the candlelight, making the delicate gold lines on her black dress even more dazzling.
Her exposed shoulder was smooth and delicate, and the black high heels inlaid with rhinestones on her feet were equally dazzling, but they could not hide her long, fair, and beautiful legs.
As mysterious as a deep starry night, Draco felt the noisy sounds around him fading into the distance.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he eagerly picked up the champagne in front of him.
I drank a cup, but I still felt thirsty.
Only one question remained in his mind: who exactly was this girl with such an outstanding temperament?
Is Half-Veela from Beauxbatons?
No! Her hair is brown.
Draco noticed a faint red glow shimmering in her hair.
That's... an earring?
Encasing rubies in Adamantium is a very tasteful combination.
His lips couldn't help but curl upwards in a smile.
With a perfect figure, outstanding temperament, and exceptional taste, how bad could her looks be?
Just as he was imagining the 17th classic and dignified appearance for the other person, the slender figure suddenly turned around.
Above the sexy collarbone is an elegant, slender neck, like that of a swan, and above that is a well-defined, exquisite chin, like a precious gemstone.
Her facial features resembled a finely sculpted work of art; her luscious red lips were more dazzling than her Adamantium and ruby earrings; and her teardrop-shaped nose was rounded, slightly full, and not exaggerated.
As they went further up, Draco's eyes widened.
Those familiar features resembled someone, someone who wasn't even worthy of standing next to him, let alone someone he could fantasize about.
"Hermione Granger..."
Draco's gritted teeth as he muttered the name made Viktor Krum, sitting on the other side, instinctively look in that direction.
She was as beautiful and charming as ever, and the black dress she wore added an air of mystery, making people want to conquer her.
However, Viktor Krum's impulse quickly cooled down as he thought of her boyfriend.
He turned to look at Vincent was sitting directly opposite him.
Wearing the same black tuxedo with gold embellishments, the wearer failed to amplify their usual qualities. Their composure and restraint were completely gone, replaced by an overbearing arrogance.
Whether it's the four Champion present, or the three headmasters and two high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic, none of them can match Vincent's presence.
This feeling of invincibility made Viktor Krum smile wryly.
Perhaps only Vincent is worthy of a girl like Hermione.
On the other side of the main table, Harry and Ginny were particularly reserved in their interactions.
When there was hardly any food left, Dumbledore stood up. "Alright, everyone, get up."
He waved the Elder Wand lightly, and all the tables flew to the wall.
In the very center of the Great Hall, a tall stage rises against the wall to the right of the smooth, mirror-like dance floor, upon which sits a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and several organs.
Amidst countless expectant gazes, eight figures in black robes, deliberately torn to shreds, and with exceptionally thick hair, stepped onto the stage.
They are a top band in the Wizarding World, the Weird Sisters whose eight members are all featured on Chocolate Frog Wizard cards.
The Great Hall erupted in thunderous applause. After they picked up their instruments, all the lanterns on the table were extinguished.
The Weird Sisters played a melancholy, slow tune, Dumbledore smiled as he watched the Champion and their partners, gesturing for the eight to enter the dance floor.
Vincent gently lifted Phoebe's small hand with his right hand and led the way onto the dance floor.
He placed his left hand on her side and began to dance a soothing waltz to the rhythm of the music.
Spinning is a characteristic of the waltz, with the tulle skirt of the Phoebe dress drawing one semicircle after another in the air.
The other three Champion, not to be outdone, also started dancing to the rhythm.
As the music sped up slightly and entered its climax, Vincent and Phoebe suddenly stopped dancing.
Amidst countless bewildered and puzzled gazes, Phoebe surprisingly strode out of the dance floor, approached Daphne, and took her hand.
The Weird Sisters, engrossed in their performance, seemed oblivious to the sudden gasps of surprise; they were completely absorbed in the musical world they had created.
Vincent didn't have to wait long on the dance floor. Phoebe offered Daphne's small hand, which he gently took, then stepped forward and began dancing a jazz dance with her, their rhythms clashing.
White strappy high heels tapped out a dynamic rhythm on the smooth, mirror-like floor. The two improvised dance steps did not follow the beat of the music, and what should have been a sense of incongruity actually had a unique harmony.
Although everyone was mentally prepared, when Daphne stopped and, together with Phoebe, led Hermione onto the dance floor, their gasps still drowned out the end of the music played by the Weird Sisters.
As the last guitar note faded, Vincent watched Hermione slowly approach and gently snapped his fingers.
Seven violins suddenly appeared on the stage near the right wall.
They floated in mid-air with the bow, drawing out secret yet passionate notes.
Vincent took Hermione's hand, and the two of them had nothing but each other in their eyes.
A piano appeared silently on the stage, and only the eight the Weird Sisters with strange expressions noticed its presence in the huge Great Hall until it began to be played.
Before they could even figure out what was going on after finishing their performance, they discovered that their cello had also started floating.
As its buzzing cut through the air, Vincent's left hand landed right on Hermione's lower back.
Her right hand wrapped around his neck. "You seem to have stolen the thunder from the Champion."
Vincent's left foot aggressively swept across the hem of her skirt, which had a slit on one side, and pressed against her long, pale leg. "Aren't you the same?"
Hermione spun counter-clockwise around the heel of her left shoe, seemingly trying to get away from him.
Vincent gently pulled her back to him with his hand on her lower back, their noses almost touching.
"What if they blame us..."
"Now, time belongs to us, to our tango."
Hermione chuckled as he lifted her up and spun her around half a circle. After landing, she instinctively lifted her foot and hooked it around his thigh.
Vincent leaned down, trying to get close to her luscious red lips, but she suddenly released her grip on her thigh, letting the toes of her shoe hover over the instep of his foot, her arch forming a beautiful curve.
Hermione turned her head, her brown hair brushing against his Adam's apple.
Her black high heels, studded with rhinestones, pierced precisely into the gap of his leather shoes, leaving a long trail as he dragged them across the floor, accompanied by the sound of a trumpet.
The heavy sound of the piano rang out, followed by a series of contradictory yet well-arranged notes composed by the violin.
After a perfectly synchronized close spin, their foreheads touched tightly, and they gazed into each other's eyes.
Hermione's breathing quickened. "That's enough. Do you really want to steal all the limelight?"
Vincent's hand, which was supporting her lower back, slowly moved upwards, gently stroking her slightly heaving back. "They can steal the limelight."
"Who can take it from you?"
"Hmm... it seems like they've been trying."
Even if they stood still, even if they stood at the edge of the dance floor, even if the other three couples danced the most gorgeous steps, the focus of the entire Great Hall was still the two of them.