lady_moon | Surprise Party in Room 1

Surprise Party in Room 1

Moon and Miniver have been working hard since Mia had taken Draco out on their date.

Decorations (in the colours Miniver had suggested instead of Moon's rainbow idea) are hung in the room. Crepe paper braids of orange, greyish blue, and green streak the ceiling. Moon's put up little paper decorations of cakes, balloons, and cartoonish animals dancing. Along with the cardboard balloons, there are huge groups of orange, grey-blue, and green helium balloons scattered all over.

On a table, with a colourful tablecloth depicting very happy cats and dogs partying, is the cake Skill had artfully created for Draco. It's wide sheet cake; the white icing is the basis for the artistically piped images of Martin and Dart flying over a huge forest full of winding paths. The forest ended where the words 'Happy Birthday, Draco!' were written in flowing script. It was the sort of cake a tarot card would make.

Moon giggles as she sets a stack of gifts (all from her family for the birthday boy) on the table beside the cake. She turns to Miniver and grins.

"I hope he's surprised," she says proudly.

It was definitely bright and cheerful and there's glitter everywhere, including on Miniver and Moon.

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"Of course," she says, giving him her hand.

She has been wondering ever since the wedding what kind of a dancer Draco was.

Bohemian table dancing didn't really seem his style.

It appears the time has come for her to find out.

Certainly not. It was clear he was more familiar with ballroom dances like waltzes mainly. Stately dances. Some of which they had at the Yule Ball years ago.

He took her hand, and placed his other hand on her waist. And then began to lead her into one such waltz.

Could he perhaps be persuaded into Bohemian table dancing if Mia did it with him?

Ah well, the waltz is nice.

Let's see if he can keep it steady while talking.

"By the way, before I met you for our date today, I happened to meet Harry Potter."

To his credit, he only stumbled slightly at that.

"You what? What did Potter want? Did he try anything?" His grey eyes narrowed a little.

Reluctant allies now yes, but still didn't mean they really like each other. That was going to take time if ever it happened.

She giggles.

"You reacted better than he did when I talked to him about you. He just wanted to talk to me. Harry's not bad, but he wasn't really willing to give you a chance. I don't think I like that about him."

Draco snorted, "That's because he was always more emotional. Crying, fainting, screaming. Self-righteous, pretentious, and overly dramatic. You know what his nicknames are? The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One. People fawn over him because of his scar, and how he's supposed to be the one to stop the Dark Lord." Talk about Potter, and look how old Draco surfaces again.

He added as they slowly turned around, "We never got along in school. He had his friends, and I... well I had the respect and prestige of my house. We have a truce now, but it's only because of the war. After that, I really don't care what happens to him."

"And I imagine he won't care what happens to you after that either. But you have to admit, a lot is expected of him. That can do a lot to a person."

She blinks and looks away from his eyes.

"Is there something wrong with being emotional? I mean, I cry, faint, and scream."

She may have things in common with you, Draco, but she has quite a bit in common with Harry.

Or did you forget how people spoke about Mia? Their adoration? Is it really so different?

Draco shrugged, "I suppose, not like he really goes out of his way to stop them. Probably likes all the attention."

He added, "And it's different with you. You're not like him. You're not doing it for attention." Uh, projecting a little there, Malfoy?

He added, "And they just obsess over him because he was lucky. The Dark Lord tried to kill him as a baby, and nearly killed himself instead. That's no reason to get attention. He's not that great."

She looks back at him.

"So he has been treated like this since he was a baby. Much like me. I didn't earn it either."

Not until later.

Her lips press together for a moment.

"Not everyone likes all of the attention. He didn't seem too thrilled by the fact that I had heard of him."

Draco shook his head, "No, but your prestige was something you were born with. Not like him."

He loftily added, "He was probably just pretending not to like it. Trying to act humble when he's really not. At least you weren't fooled by him."

There's a good reason why Harry's a counter to Voldemort, but also more so a counter to Draco. Opposing sides of the same coin. Both with elements of the other in themselves.

"How is it different? How did I earn the honor that comes with my family name simply by existing? What did I do of any merit when I was a baby that Harry didn't in his infancy?"

Draco shrugged, "It just is. It's different when you inherit it. It's in your blood." Yeah, he still has that mentality some on inheritance and bloodlines.

"My blood. That might not be purely magic, or even purely human."

Even the narration is having a hard time reading Mia's look.

"Inheritance is just luck. Random. It could have happened to anyone, not necessarily me. It's not really different at all."

They might just have to agree to disagree on this.

Draco paused in mid-step, and stared back at her, "What? What do you mean by that? What else besides human?"

And not purely magic, well, he might have vaguely heard something about that. Feelings were slightly torn, but he sort of considered Wednesday a Squib. Even though she was likely a muggle really, or mostly.

"I had told you Ghaleon might be my biological father, right? He wasn't human. Not a beastman like Master Mel, but not human, either. In fact, I have never seen anyone else like Ghaleon. He had no family. He is sort of...."

She looks for the way to describe him.

"Well, he was pale, more so than most, with silver hair and pointed ears. Most thought him very handsome, particularly fairies."

Maybe a sort of veela?

That would explain a lot.

Now, it could likely mean elf, but the elves that Draco were used to were house-elf.

And the rest of that description...

He took a step back at that, "You might be part Veela?"

And unless Ghaleon is one, elves don't really exist at all in Mia's world.

"I'm afraid I don't know what a Veela is. But if Ghaleon was one, then yes, I might be part Veela."

"Well, Veela are normally female in my world, and can look human. Seen as extremely beautiful, and yet can look like birds at times. It's hard for any man to resist them."

And granted him, and others in his family had been accused of having Veela blood due to their pale looks. Yet considering how they were, it was hard to find evidence of it. Though they swear by their Pureblood status.

But he was still backing away, unsure and hesitant now. Was it just veela charm that caused him to act like this? Couldn't be. He didn't react this bad when Fleur visited Hogwarts.

"That doesn't sound as likely then. I've never seen Ghaleon look like a bird. I think the only way he could be one then is if the legends about Lunar and the Blue Star are true and Veelas have evolved more into what Ghaleon was."

She feels distant in more ways than one now.

And distinctly looks hurt.

So does he, and very unsure of things.

"I don't know, but what about veela charm? Is that all this is?" He was aware that he acted strangely around her, wanting to do more for her than anyone else. And it seemed sudden, like a spell almost.

"Did you do that to me? Is it a lie?"

"I would never consciously do that to anyone."

She puts her hands on her arms.

"And besides, it doesn't really work the other way around, does it?"

Draco paused, and stood still before her.

"No, usually not. It's just one way..." He studied her for a moment at that.

She steps closer to him.

And there is a lot that she can think to say.

Why should I charm you when I could have any man I want at home?

Why would I bother when I already had a sweetheart when I met you?

Do you really think so little of me to believe that I need inhuman charms to be loved?

Why should it matter if I'm not completely human?

But her mouth only says this.

"I love you."

It threw him some briefly. The idea of it, and then wondering about any children or descendants. And he didn't have Legilmancy so he had no idea of the other thoughts.

But he relaxed at that admission.

"I love you too. Sorry, it was... for once I'm trying to be as honest as I can with this. It wouldn't fair to either of us otherwise, would it?"

"You're right. As I've said before, you are your own person, free to do as you like. I won't force you to do anything, not even to be with me. It's up to you."

Her hands drop to her sides.

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