At Draco's sixteenth birthday party, he wrote a condition on the game board:
If, at this ball, someone meets my gaze sixteen times, as if destined by Merlin, I'll grant them one wish.
The result stunned every Slytherin, as well as the only Gryffindor there...
These ridiculous twenty-four hours aren't affecting just me. Anyone could turn out to be the damned lucky one. Draco isn't only sweet to me.
It's all over.
Do you really think so?
This story has a happy ending, and ignores Lord Voldemort and the war! If that's a dealbreaker, please click the X~ *bows*
Theme:
Polyjuice Potion can only turn into a human... Not a cat...
Very nice! But what does it mean in the end? Can the author explain it?