He hated her with every single inch of his entire being. She hated him just as much. He was a ex-Death Eater and she was the daughter of the most notorious dark wizards. The first moment he laid eyes on her, Draco knew she was going to be trouble. T...
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"fuck—" I mutter through my teeth, trying to maneuver my body to reach the back of my dress.
I twist and turn in the mirror, trying to find the perfect angle.
"Here— Let me," Pansy says, placing her earrings into her ear.
"Thanks" I sigh.
"Oh!" Naomi shrieks as she throws open the door. "You two look absolutely breathtaking."
Pansy twirls next to me, her black dress hugging tightly to her curves in all the right places. I look down smoothing out the red silk, of my off the shoulder dress. I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror of our room.
"Here Armena—" Pansy rummages through her trunk.
I watch her as she brings out a small circle cylinder. She opens the cap and spreads the rouge color over my full lips.
"Close" she instructs.
I bring my lips together slowly, turning to face the mirror. My lips are painted crimson red, the same shade of my dress. I tuck my hair behind my ears, letting the long tendrils fall down my back.
"I am so fucking jealous. Please tell Blaise that I absolutely loathe him for not inviting me" Naomi pouts.
"Oh trust me..." I let a smile creep up on the corners of my lips, "Pansy wont let him forget it."
"If I didn't have Harry—" Pansy starts.
Naomi holds up her hand, stopping Pansy.
"If you didn't have Potter, then you would still have Blaise. So it's a lose-lose situation either way..." Naomi pouts, throwing herself on my bed.
"I guess I have to go fetch my date..." I sigh, looking at Naomi and Pansy.
I move around Pansy, walking through our dormitory door and down the hall towards Ravenclaw. I should have just told him that I would meet him at Slughorn's, but I wanted to rub it into Draco's smug face. I wanted to let him know that I will be just fine without him.
But that was a lie.
I lean my body against the thick column outside of Ravenclaw, twisting my rings around annoyed by the lack of promptness of Benedict Issacs.
"Draco would never be this late..." I mutter to myself.
I quickly shake off the thought before my mind starts to deep dive into all the reasons why Draco and I should be together. After all, Draco is not taking me to Slughorn's soiree. No, he's taking that Greengrass girl. The toad faced, spineless, beazorbum of a girl. Always has her nose up in the air like she is better than everyone else.
