Draco/Tracey
Draco stood to the side, somber and stiff as was his wont at these functions. He nodded at people as they passed, if they merited his attention, and made small talk when it was necessary. He could tell people were feeling festive. They were smiling and drinking champagne and goggling over the 'artifacts' that Granger had collected to put on display. He wasn't feeling particularly festive, and he could feel Tracey's irritation radiating from her like a physical thing.
The first year after the war, Draco had every intention of spending an evening in with a bottle of finely aged whiskey as his sole companion. But his father and mother had insisted he attend, to show proper contrition and support for the winning side of the war. Draco did feel contrite, even if he also felt foolish and ashamed, so he'd gone. He'd stood much like he did right now, stoic and aware that the holiday was being celebrated in spite of him, not because of him.
He'd been glad when things had shifted from being so solemn, certainly, but it never allayed his sense of being an interloper and a hypocrite. The friends he'd lost had never had their faces floating about the ballroom- and rightly so. But to be dancing and laughing whilst the faces of those who did deserve to be remembered swanned around him when he'd directly or indirectly caused them harm? It seemed wrong.
So Draco showed up, as was proper, and he behaved properly as well.
He'd hoped having Tracey with him this year would help him feel more comfortable. Somehow, he felt even more under a spotlight. It wasn't her fault, however, just his own neuroses rearing their inconvenient heads. Draco willed himself to reach for Tracey's hand, lacing his fingers with hers and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Can I get you some refreshments?" he offered, realising how dull that sounded. "Or you could go mingle; I won't be offended. That dress shouldn't go to waste."
Tracey looked spectacular tonight. Eye-catching and sexy and confident. Draco didn't want to tie her to a night of resignation when she could be indulging in the frivolities.