Opposites Attract

Majestic

Chapter seven: Majestic

[Y/N]'S POV:

It was the night of the Yule Ball. Students spent all day getting ready for the extravagant event, including myself. The ball doors had opened by now, and I was the only person left in my dorm. The others had already left to meet their dates, where I was still staring at my reflection in the full length mirror placed next to my bed.

My makeup had been done and [h/c] hair pulled into an elegant bun. The gown I was wearing was a forest green, a color I thought Malfoy would particularly enjoy—not that I cared what he thought to begin with. The dress fell off my shoulders loosely, the top half fitting my body tightly before puffing out starting from my waist. I felt like a princess in it, truly. Which is exactly what made me wonder, 'If I feel so confident in it, then why am I so nervous?' I really couldn't make sense of it.

My [e/c] eyes left my reflection and drifted over to some photos I had hanging above my bed of my parents.

"Wish me luck." I whispered to the image, pretending like they were there to see me off to my first ball. Then, I made my way out into the common room, my heels clicking against the wood floor. I neared the stairs, passing by the round doors of the other vacant rooms. I let the soft yellow of the area and the various plants decorated around the place calm myself as I descended down the stairs and entered the common room, walking past a large portrait on my way out.

"You look lovely, [y/n]." The portrait complimented me because there was no one else left in the common room to do so, I being the last to leave. Smiling at the point of the old man I responded shyly.

"Thank you, Eldritch Diggory." I remembered Cedric telling me that the portrait was of one of his ancestors. He came from a long line of proud Hufflepuffs.

He grinned back at me, shooing me off with his hands in a hurry.

"Now go on! Don't keep your date waiting!" Eldritch encouraged me and I listened, exiting the entrance of the common room. Except, a part of me had wanted to keep Malfoy waiting. Actually, I was beginning to regret saying I'd go with him at all. I just knew he was going to make this night horribly unpleasant for me. Hell I was already getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about having to see him soon.

I made sure to walk slowly to where the ball was being held in the great hall, wanting to delay seeing Malfoy for as long as possible. Unfortunately, it only took a few minutes for me to reach the entrance.

I swallowed anxiously as I rounded a corner and was now standing at the top of a staircase. People in dress robes and gowns littered the floor below, my eyes scanning all of them for a certain blonde. It didn't take long to find him. My heart raced as I took in his majestic appearance.

His hair was done nicely, still framing his face but in a far less messy manner compared to his usual style. His dress robes were black and white, the ruffles making him look prince-like. 'I can't deny, he's quite attractive.' Once his icy orbs locked with mine my throat went dry.

I had to force myself to lift my dress and go down the staircase, my original instinct being to turn around and run. As I made my descent, his mouth fell agape taking in my appearance, causing a bashful blush to uncontrollably take form on my features. Once I made it to where I was standing in front of him he spoke under his breath.

"Bloody hell." Malfoy continued to eye my form in awe, forgetting that social interaction was a thing. I cleared my throat to take his thoughts away from my appearance.

"Sorry I'm late." I softly apologized, hoping he wasn't absolutely furious with me. The gawking expression he held changed to one of slight frustration due to my words.