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The Yule Ball's enchanted ceiling shimmered with a thousand twinkling stars, casting silver light over the swirling dancers below. The air was thick with the scent of pine and roses, mingling with the warmth of beeswax candles floating overhead. Pansy pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her midnight-blue gown pooling around her heels like spilled ink. Across the room, Draco's pale head bent close to a girl with fiery hair—his laugh, a sound she knew by heart, now meant for someone else. Her fingers tightened around the stem of a goblet she hadn't touched, the freckles on her nose catching the light as she tilted her chin higher. Then a hand brushed her elbow, soft and unexpected. She turned, her sea-glass eyes narrowing with suspicion and a flicker of desperate hope. "Can I he…