Draco would've recognized that laugh anywhere. It was a tinkling musical sound, like glass wind chimes set afloat in a comfortable summer breeze. His eyes, an angry grey to rival that of the storm clouds above, darted to her pretty face. Her chocolate curls danced in the chilly night air, bouncing with every step she took. Her own warm toffee eyes were smiling as they focused on the baby blues of the gangly redhead whose hand was resting on the small of her back, far too close to her bum for Draco's comfort. A satiny silver dress glinted like starlight and flowed down her petite figure, hem reaching just above her knees and fluttering gently, giving the impression that she was floating in midair. She was, in a word, stunning, and yet it was another man who held her on his arm that night. Draco's chest tightened painfully as seething jealousy sunk its ugly claws into his heart and held on for dear life.