The little life of a platinum darling

"Dancing...are you okay?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"It's okay," Feverret replied, "If I say no, will you teach me?"

Blaise laughed: "Of course, if you don't know how to do it, he will at least teach you to dance a waltz in less than half an hour. No. 4 in the first grade, someone must invite you to dance , you should also ask a lady to dance to a tune."

"Okay, I won't." Feiwenruite waved his hands, the "scales" on the robe trembled, making a "jingling" sound.Then he bent down and stretched out his hand to Draco: "Beautiful Ms Malfoy, can I dance with you?"

"Don't take advantage of me casually, you want to dance for a while and dance slowly!" Draco slapped his hand away and opened the bedroom door.

There are already quite a few people in the lounge, dressed in various styles.

Princes, princesses, dukes, knights, or all kinds of beautiful humanoid magical creatures walk around the lounge, chatting and laughing with everyone around them.

The lounge was enlarged several times by the space magic, and a stage was opened up in the center, and many exquisite snacks were placed on the small round tables scattered around.

The dance hadn't started yet, and everyone was just standing around doing the final touches.

"Hey, three charming little gentlemen," Puno Andy, the prefect dressed as a gray-skinned zombie, walked towards them, "why don't you come and sit down? You have attracted the attention of the ladies, but the gentlemen would be jealous."

Blaise bowed slightly to him: "This is our honor."

Pansy came out slowly from the corridor of the girls' dormitory. He was wearing a cute pink babydoll, his hair was permed into wavy curls, tied behind his ears, and decorated with a big red bow.The knee-length tutu was sewn with lots of beautiful lace.The white stockings were put on a pair of red leather shoes, which made a "bang bang" sound when walking.In her hand was a rag doll that was dressed eighty percent like hers. The doll twisted in her hand from time to time, and its black eyes looked forward curiously.

Blaise smiled and stretched out his right hand to her, and she took it naturally: "What are the gentlemen talking about?"

"Of course it's a topic for gentlemen," Puno Andy smirked, "Our Princess Pansy is still beautiful today." After speaking, he took Pansy's hand and kissed her lightly.His movements are elegant and perfect, but his attire just feels weird.

Then he bowed, said hello, and left.

Dancing is never the only theme at a Slytherin ball.Everywhere in the hall, people can be seen holding wine glasses and chatting with their companions or partners. Some people also take this opportunity to make friends with the great nobles.Feiwenruite was sitting on the side leisurely, admiring the graceful dancing postures of the teenagers dancing on the dance floor.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Pansy glued the doll she was holding in her arms to her right waist, and walked briskly out of the dance floor.

Blaise came after her and sat down on the chair: "Aren't you going to dance?"

"Go," Fevinret stood up, and stretched out his hand to Pan Xi: "I just wonder if the beautiful Ms Pan Xi will be willing to show her respect?"

"Of course." Pansy put her hand on his and stood up gently.

In his previous life, he had learned dance for a period of time. Although he was not proficient in it, it would not be difficult for him to go to ballroom dancing.

"You act like an aristocrat in many ways." Pansy danced gently and briskly.

"Isn't that good?" It was the first time for Feverett to dance with people at a ball, but the dance steps were very standard.

"No, that's fine. You know, Slytherins value this. Also, your aura is so elegant that people would subconsciously ignore your origin. With Draco's help, you're in Slytherin. Lynn is having a great time."

"I guess the only thing I don't get along with Slytherin is parentage?"

"And you're too close to those Gryffindors." Pansy seemed to want to give her a white look, but she didn't really act because of her ladylike image, "but forget it, as long as you haven't done anything illegal, you should also No one will say anything. Actually, I'm curious, you and Draco look too much alike, shouldn't it be just a coincidence?"

Fivenret frowned helplessly: "In fact, I was surprised for a long time when I saw Draco's appearance. Maybe it's really a coincidence, there are actually quite a few people who look alike in the world."

Pansy was noncommittal to the answer and changed the subject.

When the song ended and they returned to their original corner, Draco was standing there, not knowing what to think.

This kind of dance party is actually used to establish friendship with other noble children.But I would like to say a few of you here.Pansy is recognized as the first-year Slytherin princess, so many people come to her; Blaise is good at communicating with people, and his every day is almost like a prom; A small nobleman who could attract a lot of votes; and Feveret didn't want to do it.

He felt that he didn't need to find someone to make friends with, and he was too lazy to run around with a smirk.The Malfoys would be fine with a Draco.

He has already thought about it.Solve Voldemort's problem now, and when he returns to Malfoy's house, he will be a beautiful rice bug!Help them if they need them, and stay at home obediently if they don't need them, or go out to play if they have nothing to do.

He has a natural distaste for trouble, and while he is patient when needed, he has always been very headstrong when he can be at ease.

Anyway, his name also laid the foundation for his waywardness.

The dance ended very successfully, during which Prof Snape came for a while, then left again.Despite his best efforts to keep his balance, Feverant could see that his left foot was much weaker than his right.

Blaise was still chatting with the seniors who appeared one after another in the lounge, Draco put on airs of a nobleman, and went back to the dormitory with Feverett.

"You don't seem sociable?"

Fevinret took off his outer robe, revealing the white shirt underneath: "I don't like it."

"But you do," Draco pointed out bluntly.

"Okay," Fivenret spread his hands, "but I don't think it's in a hurry right now."

"So?" Draco looked at Fiveret, hoping that his partner would show more value.

"Don't worry, I won't do less than what I have to do," he had already started to put on his pajamas, he didn't mind his body being seen by Draco, we are all boys, let alone they are brothers, "It's just now Let me be lazy and relax first, I know what to do when."

"That's good." Draco didn't say anything to Faverete changing clothes in front of him, and everyone in the dormitory didn't think about being rude.It's just that there's some confusion as if Feverret never did that in Brace's presence.

In the lounge, Blaise sat next to Pansy: "What do you think of Feverret?"

"It's not much different from what you said," Pansy said, "but I'm still curious about his life experience. Even though there are many similar people, they look exactly the same."

In fact, no one doubted that he had any blood relationship with Draco, and even if they had doubts, they would immediately dismiss the idea.It is recognized that there is only one heir to the Malfoy family, and the importance that the Malfoy family attaches to their family is also recognized.No one would have thought they would leave their blood relatives alone for so many years.

"That's not the point," Blaise pointed out.

"Indeed, the point is that the abilities he has shown so far are worthy of our friendship. If he is really Muggle-born, he can be hired as an aide or something. If he has any background, we can also give him an extra help."

"Well, Draco and I both think so. But there is nothing wrong with no background, and without family involvement, he can help us more. After all, in terms of power, our family is already big enough. And Feiwen Ritter, his personal potential is not small." The benefits that can be brought in the future are also huge.

"Then, I hope you will be used by the family until you die." Pan Xi said with a smile and walked towards the dormitory.

"I would like to borrow your good words." For family heirs like them, this is fate, and it cannot be changed by wishing or not.