Lyra represents the harp of the musician Orpheus. Its music was so beautiful that even the trees, streams, and rocks were enchanted. It was also able to drown out the calls of sirens, who attempted to drown the Argonauts.

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He waited for Angel anxiously in the Tower. She was late, and he was beginning to wonder if she was even coming.

It was a tranquil night, and a million silver sequins dotted the sky, but it was not doing anything for his nerves. He fiddled with his rings restlessly, suddenly feeling very hot under his black tuxedo.

Everything was set and ready - he had checked a dozen times, and once more for good measure. 

What if she was decided that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore? Especially after that whole Cedric debacle. Stupid yellow-and-black wearing git, with his stupid hair and shit-eating grin.

This had been an idiotic idea. She was probably getting ready for bed right now, laughing at him with her friends. He had been played for a fool. He got ready to tear everything down, when a shuffling caught his attention.

Angel was climbing the stairs. He watched as she rose from the darkness below, like a seraphim emerging from the depths of the underworld. She stopped at the landing, her fingers pinching together self-consciously. It felt like the breath had been stolen right from his throat.

Silvery-white satin draped into a soft cowl neck across her chest, the sleeves falling over her shoulders gracefully. The dress hugged her curves, cascading loosely around her ankles like a waterfall. It was simple and understated, but it was like moonlight had somehow been weaved into its very threads.

She wore hair down, the dark waves grazing her cheeks as they moved with the night air. Though she wasn't exactly smiling, all signs of crying were gone. 

Her gaze roved around the room - from ceiling, where dozens of candles hung on invisible strings, to the table in front of them, upon which a single flame danced in the middle. Like a beacon in the night, she glowed brighter than them all.

"You did all this?" she asked, awestruck. His feet felt glued to the floor as she slowly made her way to him.

"Y-yes," he stammered, finding his voice. He took her hand, its familiar iciness calming his racing heart as he led her to the table.

Two dinner sets were arranged neatly on each side. He lifted the silver domed cloches. "Um, roast chicken. And beans and mashed potatoes."

"From... dinner earlier?"

"I noticed you weren't there. I'm assuming you haven't eaten."

She laughed, but did not question him further as she popped a piece of chicken into her mouth. "This is lovely," she said sincerely, as if he had cooked the meal himself.

"Um, elf wine." He gestured to their goblets awkwardly. She obliged, raising hers. The warm light cast soft, dancing shadows onto her face, and the corners of her eyes eyes crinkled as she sipped. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of comfort and security. Everything was alright.

"You look nice, by the way," she tilted her glass towards him. Those words jabbed him with familiarity. He had heard them once before, a lifetime ago.

"Thanks. And you- you look- um..." He pretended to clear his throat, unsure of how to finish his sentence.

Fortunately, she noticed this and took over the lead in the conversation. It was not long before he began to relax, and it only took a few more sips of wine before they were both laughing again, the troubles of the day forgotten. It was as if they had been transported back to just a few nights ago, when it had felt like just the two of them in the whole wide world.

The food was done and the conversation began to drop. He stood and offered her his hand, which she took bemusedly. He led her away from the table, closer to the edge, where the stars poured their brilliant light.

"Are you ready?"

She raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

He stretched out his wand high above his head, aiming it at the candles above them. He muttered a spell - perhaps one of the most difficult he had ever learnt. All the flames blew out simultaneously, drenching them in darkness. Angel's fingers tightened slightly around his in surprise.

For a moment, he thought it wasn't going to work. Then, in the farthest, highest point of the ceiling, the smallest pinprick of light. Another followed, and another.

More and more stars appeared on the inside of the roof, and they watched as the blanket of darkness above them began to transform into an entire night sky. 

Some of the stars grew in clusters, extending long arms of light to touch the next. Shapes began to form: a snake; a lion; a dolphin; two bears; an eagle; a hare; a unicorn; a dragon. The constellations came to life, leaping and moving through the air weightlessly. 

Delphinus chased itself in circles. Leo pawed at Aquila. Serpens formed fluid, indistinguishable shapes with the dragon, dragging the stars with their tails.

Angel's hands flew to her mouth in surprise. Lepus, the hare, bounded down to her, and she stretched out to touch it. It danced around her before using her hand as a springboard, leaping back to join its celestial companions. 

"One more thing." He flicked his wand into the far corner. "Accio gramophone."

An old gramophone dragged itself slowly towards them, creaking with age. Carefully, he set the needle down, and the smooth vocals of Michael Bublé began to fill the space.

He put one hand on her waist, realising that the back of her dress was made of a mesh, translucent material. He gulped at the sudden contact with her skin. He had never touched her like this before.

He twirled her as the notes swelled, catching her flush against him. His mind raced, trying to remember what the book from the library had taught him. One, two, three. One, two, three. 

They soon caught up with the rhythm of each other's bodies, swirling across the floor like it was glazed marble. Her eyes were laughing with pure delight as they stepped back and forth. It filled his soul like a pitcher.

They were no longer on earth. Instead, they were light years away, weightless amongst the silence of the sky and silverness of the stars. 

The magic constellations would come down to play, Delphinus chirruping as it twirled around them. Monoceros, the unicorn, glowed a brilliant white as it galloped over their heads.

Her gaze constantly pulled upwards to the glittering animals in their heavenly playground, and then back down to meet his. 

"Malfoy, this is all so amazing, but would you tell me what this is all about?" 

"It's just... I've missed out on you for so long." He paused, searching for the right words. "I- I could've known you all those years back, you know? You tried to be my friend, but I just couldn't look past the fact that you were from a different house- that you were a..."

"A Mudblood maggot?" she finished for him, and he looked away guiltily. That word sounded so ugly now, like a bitter lemon on one's tongue.

"You could've just gotten me an apple strudel, and I'd have been perfectly content," she teased. "What's the special occasion?"

He traced the hollow of her spine with his fingertips. Against the inky hues above, she looked ethereal.

"There isn't one, really. You said being close to the sky felt like being close with your parents. If we can't go to the stars, I thought maybe I could bring them to you instead."

Her lips pursed into a smile and tears formed in her eyes, swimming with the luminous creatures above them. The way her face lit from within with wonder, shock, delight, and love made his heart soar, and he knew he would move heaven and earth to keep her smiling like this for the rest of eternity.

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A/N:
Okay, I know I said in the previous chapters that I loved writing them, but THIS chapter is BY FAR my favourite, both to write and read. 

I truly hope I adequately explained the scene I had in my head, with literal constellations in their forms, dancing in the night sky Draco created IN the Tower while they danced. 🥺 I wish this was real. 

Leave a comment or vote if you loved it too! Every single one means the world to me ❤️❤️

P.S. spicy scene in the next chapter!