"Shall we leave?" I appeared out of nowhere as the two sisters gazed at me and assented.

"We shall." 

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                                                      MADAM MALKIN'S ROBES.                                       

 I tilted my raven head upwards, facing the drawling title of the shop I had entered. It was elegantly, sophisticated, and neatly decorated.

There were dozens of exquisite dresses, to begin with, and the shop was filled with many ballgowns and wedding dresses. Clothes for almost all occasions.

Bellatrix and Narcissa left me alone to choose and began roaming around the tiny shop murmuring in each other's ears careful not to disturb anyone.

I walked over to a place with various dresses for me to choose from, only really eyeing the green-colored ones.

Green was my favorite.

However, a massive black golden sparkling ball-gown with a glimmering golden design done caught my attention.

However, before I could study the gorgeous eye-catching ball-gown; something- someone caught my attention.

It was a worker struggling to carry atleast 10 gowns all at once. He let out a groan and dropped the heavy colorful dresses.

He and I gazed at each other and the smile on my face dropped. Although, the edges of his lips had curled into an esthetic grin.

"Tom!" I whispered in a furious tone, approaching him, while he fixed his hat. "What are you doing here- in this uniform?"

"I knew you were gonna be here because of the ball." He began.

"Wait- how do you even know-"

"Come with me" He snatched half of the gowns lying flatly on the carpet, and with his free hand held my wrist.

I followed him behind- well he was dragging me.

"Wait-" I yelped. "My in-laws are here, what if they spot us!"

"I don't care about your stupid in-laws!" He dragged me to the fitting rooms.

The actual worker appeared extremely perplexed, I was unsure if it was because he had stolen a uniform, or because he was dragging me to the women's fitting-room section.

"Sir- the men's fitting room is that way." The blonde worker pointed in the opposite direction, which seemed to have caught the attention of many bystanders.

"I know." Tom flatly replied, and the worker nervously stuck her eyes to the ground, as though she had said something terribly wrong.

She turned around and left. "Tom!" I scolded.

"It's not my fault that she got intimated by me." He pulled me into a room, locking the door.

I was bewildered by his behavior.

"I need you to listen." He took a breath after hanging all the gowns.

"Listen?" I intensely gazed at him. "Everyone outside probably thinks we're shagging and that's disgusting!" 

"I think that'd be the least of my concerns, Emerlyn."

There he explained a plan.

A plan to murder.

It made sense why he was in such a rush to meet me, after all by the time I'd be free to listen to him. It'd be too late.

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After viewing a few more gowns both recommended by the two sisters and some choices of my own, I ought to go with my first pick. The black dress. Narcissa and Bellatrix both seemed to be astonished and impressed by my choice.

"How much will it be?" Narcissa questioned the cashier, opening the zipper to her bronze purse.

"Wait- I can pay!" I protested, I seriously could pay myself. 

"Oh- Emerlyn" She began taking out several piles of galleons. "Take it as a gift from me, will you?"

"I can-"

"Narcissa usually isn't that generous" Bellatrix chimed in, placing her lanky hand with long pale fingers on my shoulder. "You must be special" she muttered almost sounding like a whisper directed right at me.

It felt humiliating having someone pay for you, while you were one of the highest-ranked Aurors. I had one of the top-paying jobs, it felt almost like dirt on your face to have someone else purchase for you. 

After a while of roaming around the busy streets of London, I bought a matching pair of shoes and a few sets of jewelry with the help of Narcissa and with my OWN money.  

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I entered the Manor to see it almost decorated and Lucius strictly instructing several of the house elves by using his pointy, venomous, snake-like wand and placing it harshly on each of their shoulders to let them know if they were doing something wrong.

The whole vibe of the first floor (the ground being decorated) had changed, from looking like a mixture of stygian and umbra place. It appeared to be a spilt image of a dazzling, sparkling place- almost as though the house elves had brought life and fertile blood back into the Manor.

However, the actual ballroom was yet to be embellished and accessorized. 

There was one thought roaming dangerously in my mind, that one hall. Whilst, Narcissa was gone from the Manor; Lucius and Bellatrix were chatting, and directly the dozens of house elves, Draco was nowhere to be found. I took this as a perfect opportunity to explore the neglected hall. 

However, fate had a different plan for me tonight. 

As I passed by the backyard of the Manor, I witnessed a frightful scene. It was Draco drinking carelessly while leaning over a narrowed brick wall. 

I couldn't leave him like that. He had just recovered from his flu, and now he was roaming outside carelessly with no protection.

I slid the door open and walked over to him studying his situation. Many empty bottles of fire whiskey lay fatly on the ground near him. My pace quickened and soon I snatched the bottle he was drinking, from him.

He seemed baffled and attempted to seize the bottle back but ultimately failed. "Enough drinking." I scowled.

"Give it back." He demanded holding my arm harshly in hopes to venture back his bottle, the little ongoing war we were having came to an end, as the drink in the bottle ended up spilling on his shirt.

"What the fuck, Emerlyn." He reacted in a gravelly voice. A single strand of his hair laying on his forehead, his hair all messed up. Two of the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. 

He was an utter mess!

I threw the bottle on the ground, it rolled over and joined the other empty bottles. I placed one of his arms around my neck as he was barely conscious enough to walk and dragged him to his room placing him on the bed.

While he rested on the bed, I searched his closet, scattering and shuffling through many of his clothes trying to search for a suitable shirt he could wear. He was really colored-coded with his fashion sense. Most of his clothes were either purely black, a dark shade of deep blue, or emerald green.

I found a black sweater-like shirt with long sleeves he could wear and immediately wrenched it out, disconnecting it from the hanger it was attached to.

I sat beside him, leaning over him. He had drifted off to sleep, and I took the chance to unbutton the second button on his shirt-then the third button-

"Wait!" He impulsively reacted, to which I flinched. "I have a wife!" He sat up distancing himself from me.

He was so drunk he didn't even recognize, who his wife was.

"Don't come close-" He stammered over his words. "Don't do anything-she's-she's going to get mad at me."

"Draco, I am your wife!"

A/N: The ball is gonna be lit, also updating on Wednesday/Thursday!