𝓕𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ~ 𝓐𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭
y/n = your name
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰
The radiating sun hitting your face, you squint your eyes as you rub them, turning in your bed to look at the time.
Walking down the corridor on the way to the great hall, you feel a hand grab your shoulder which immediately makes you jolt, spinning around to see who it was. You were afraid it was Cedric because you were not in the mood to face him. It was too early.
You take a sigh of relief once your eyes meet with Hermione’s. Her face is filled with excitement, probably for the Yule Ball. You were excited too, yet nerves riddled your body.
If someone would have asked you a few months ago who you were going to the ball with, the last person you would have answered with would be Malfoy. You probably would have gone as a trio with Cedric and Hermione.
“Y/n, oh my Merlin. The Yule Ball is today,” Hermione is smiling from ear to ear.
“I know,” you reply, unable to match expressions with her.
All you could think about is how Cedric would react to seeing you and Malfoy together.
“For Merlin’s sake, just enjoy it. It’s the one and only time we can dress as formal as we want without being judged by foul Slytherins,”
“Hey!” you tell her off, slightly offended by her remark to your house.
“Oh, you know what I mean,” she shoves you with her elbow, “but that’s beside the point. Tell me, who are you going with,”
You look at her, slightly ashamed of your answer. You weren’t ashamed of going with him, you were ashamed that you’re going with the person she hates most.
Is that the same thing?
“I’m- It’s a surprise,”
You really don’t feel like getting lectured by her right now. It was too early and you haven’t even had your coffee.
“But who are you going with?” You query.
“No, if you won’t tell me, neither will I,” she crosses her arms, trying to keep a serious face but lets out a chuckle.
You turn the corner and walk into the great hall, eyeing the tables. You start to walk towards the Slytherin table where Draco and Blaise are eyeing you, curious as to why you’re late. You peer over to the Hufflepuff table and see Cedric sitting with his friends who look happy, yet his face is riddled with disappointment.
Your eyes meet his, and you send a sweet smile over to him, expecting him to do the same, but he just turns away to continue to shuffle food around his plate without actually eating anything.
You know he’s hurt which was never your intention but unfortunately, that’s what happened. And there’s no way to undo it. Why should you? After all, it technically wasn’t your fault Draco beat him to it. Maybe he’s the one who’s overreacting.
Your cloud of thoughts is broken by a deep voice coming from the front of the hall. You speed up to sit down at the Slytherin table, joining your housemates. Plopping into the seat beside Draco, you watch as he eyes you up and down, continuing to shove food into his mouth.
“Due to the Yule Ball this evening your last period of the day will be dismissed early,” Dumbledore announces as a rumble of cheers and whistles fill the hall.
You could hear a groan here and there, especially from Malfoy. He did not seem excited for the ball at all. You peer over to the Gryffindor table where you see Hermione smiling with Ron and Harry as they watch Fred and George bang their fists on the table, whooping louder than the rest of the hall.
“Silence!” Dumbledore exclaims, waiting for the hall to quiet down, “reminder, this is an extremely formal event and it is necessary that you go. Everyone must have a date and if not, we will assign them. There will be no after parties whatsoever and if any firewhiskey is detected, we will confiscate it and house points will be lost, as well as detention for the next month,”
Parties? There are parties?
Once Dumbledore is done making his speech, you turn to continue eating, as well as the rest of the hall as the chatter fills the room once again.
“The Yule Ball... what a pathetic excuse to show our ‘school spirit,’” Draco sneers, looking back to his plate.
“I think it’ll be good to help get our mind off of school for a night,” Goyle exclaimed.
“Yea and it’ll be fun to be free of each other for a night while we go off with our dates,” Pansy exclaims, giddily.
“What’s up with her?” Queries Blaise as he elbows Goyle, who shrugs soon after.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m just- excited,” she smiles, eyeing the Gryffindor table.
Why is she looking over there?
“I assume you’re happy too?” Goyle turns towards you.
“Huh? Oh. Yea. I guess,” you say rather sarcastically. Even though it was true, your joyful mood was shot down by Draco’s upset mood.
Does he not want to go with me?
“What the fuck do you mean you ‘guess’?” Draco spat.
Your face is washed over with a confused look, as you look around to see if anyone else was feeling confused. All three of them had a confused look on their faces as to why he snapped at you.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Blaise chuckles.
Draco whips his head to Blaise and shoots him a nasty look.
“Says the one who doesn’t even have a date,” Goyle chuckles at Blaise.
“I do very much so have a date, and she’s gorgeous,” he smirks and looks down the table at a fellow Slytherin who had already seemed to have her eyes on him.
“How about you? How’s your date, Evans?” Pansy questions as Draco’s face calms and he looks over to you, awaiting your answer.
“He’s alright I guess,” you reply, shoving a piece of bacon into your mouth.
Draco chuckled as he looks to the side, looking down at the table at the rest of the students.
“That’s not what you thought last night,” he smirks playfully.
You watch as Blaise’s face turns white with surprise and looks over at Goyle who is also surprised. Pansy drops her fork and looks between the two of you, then smirks and continues eating.
“Surprised to see you not freaking out Parkinson,” Blaise remarks.
“Let’s just say I found someone else who understands me more,” she replies, once again eyeing the Gryffindor table.
Who is she talking ab- Hermione?
Last period is dismissed early and you jump up out of your seat and pack your books quicker than ever. You look at the time and realize you have four hours to get ready which might have seemed like a long time, but with the joking around and procrastination you and Hermione were about to do, you knew you needed as much time as you could get.
After hours of attempting to get ready with all the jokes, singing and dancing - not to mention the hyping up - you finally feel like you’re ready to head downstairs to meet with Draco.
You look at the time and it is five minutes before you are supposed to meet with Malfoy. You look over at Hermione who is doing some last-minute touch-ups to her hair and makeup, brown curly hair flowing down your back.
Turning to look at yourself in the mirror you gawk at yourself, feeling beautiful as ever. Your confidence is radiating and your eyes are glimmering in the early moon. Butterflies start to form in your stomach as you start to worry about what Malfoy would think.
It didn’t matter. You felt beautiful. You just needed to get through the night and hope that Malfoy’s terrible mood wouldn’t affect you too much.
But your dress. Your dress was beautiful.
It’s tight at the top, accentuating your beautiful curves. It’s sleeveless with a very simple design to it. It almost looks as if there are two flower pedals moving up your collar bones. Only the top part is black while the bottom part of the dress is a beautiful, deep green, much puffier than the top part. About five times the size of the top to be accurate. It is made of many layers of mesh, dragging all the way down, just touching the floor. Not low enough to make you trip but also not high enough to see your heels unless you take a step forward.
Your heels were black with a rhinestone snake running up the heel. And you had a hair clip, also made of sparkling rhinestones.
You gather yourself and walk out of your dorm with Hermione who seems more nervous than usual. You tell her to go off first and find her date who would be waiting outside the Gryffindor common room.
Once Hermione is out of sight, you start walking down the stairs one step at a time, each step building nerves making your heart palpitate out of your chest. You turn the corner and look below at who is standing there, waiting for their date.
There are many Slytherin boys all dressed in fancy and slick tuxedos, as well as a few girls, some in snazzy pantsuits. Everyone looked amazing, but only one, in particular, stands out to you.
Blonde, slicked hair, a black suit with a black tie, but a white dress shirt underneath. Your eyes beam at him. At this moment, many pairs of eyes were on you but only one pair mattered to you.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
His horrible expression quickly turned into a stunned stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You could tell he loved the dress as much as you did, if not more.
You reach Draco and look up at him with glistening eyes. His eyes did not look like they usually did. Sure, they were a beautiful shade of gray, but they were no longer the emotionless gray orbs they once were. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but they looked the same as yours looked when you were astonished and speechless. Which he was.
He’s looking at you in a way that you just want to reach onto your tippy-toes and kiss him but you contain yourself, knowing it would ruin the moment if you did. Instead, you smile up at him.
He smiled back. It was a sweet smile. A smile you have never seen stretched across his face. It’s as if he really meant it.
Your smile quickly falls as you realize you forgot something. You forgot your necklace. Hermione insisted you put it on to complete the outfit.
“I forgot my necklace,” you say, flustered.
As you turn around to start to walk back to your dorm, he stops you by putting his hand around your waist, spinning you back towards him. His hand fits perfectly around your waist and you can’t help but feel like melting into the ground from the feeling. You turn and look back at him.
His eyes were sweet. Relaxed.
“How convenient for you to forget your necklace,” he cooed, reaching into his pocket slowly with a grin on his face.
You move your focus to his hand which slowly pulls out a little black box that seems like it would belong to a large ring. He brings it in front of you as you follow his hand to see what’s inside the box. He slowly opens the black box, and sitting on the white plush inside is a beautiful necklace.
It’s a small, silver cauldron, indicating the amortentia potion you created together. It was the first moment where all your hate for each other was forgotten and he seemed to actually care. It was the first and only time he ever apologized for his actions.
Your gaze moves up to him as you meet eyes, his glimmering in the moonlight, looking beautiful as ever.
This was unexpected.
Why would he even get this for me?
It didn’t matter. It was beautiful as ever and all that mattered is he did. He’s showing kindness. Even a little bit, but it’s a step closer to understanding him. Maybe he could care for someone.
But why me?
“Flip it over,” he says softly.
You pick up the necklace and slowly flip it over. In tiny, cursive print, the necklace reads:
You look back up at him, your eyes glistening in the light of the lake surrounding the dungeons. He picks up the necklace and closes the box, turning you around. You hold up your hair in a bundle as he gently slides the necklace around your neck and does it up at the back.
Once he has it done up at the back, he leans into your ear. You smell his cologne more than ever and feel his minty breath blowing on your cheeks. His lips are just brushing up against your ear. It tickles but you force yourself not to pull away.
“You look stunning, darling.” He whispers in a soft, comforting voice.
Without making eye contact, but still looking forward, you smile.
“You don’t look too bad yourself Malfoy.”
You turn to face him and look back up into his gray eyes. He looks perfect. You look perfect. You knew at this moment that this necklace would be engraved in your brain forever as a symbol of what you and what Malfoy.
What did you and Malfoy have?
You didn’t know.
But it didn’t matter.
You loved it.
You hold out your elbow and he intertwines your arm with his, linking arms, walking down into the corridor. This was too perfect to be true. You almost forgot about Cedric. How would he react to seeing you and Malfoy? Especially the Necklace.
As you turn the corner walking down the stairs to the entrance of the Great Hall, you see multiple people, peering up at you two. You scan the small crowd of people as your eyes meet with Cedric’s.
You reach the bottom and watch as Diggory walks up to you, looking astonished. He looks you up and down in awe. All the guilt you have been feeling in the past few days comes flooding back.
“Evans- You look-“Cedric starts to say before getting cut off by Malfoy.
“What are you doing here Diggory?” he spat, slowly inching towards Cedric.
“Draco. Be nice c’mon,” you place a hand on his chest stopping him from moving any closer to Cedric, attempting to put a halt to the tension.
“I just wanted to talk to y/n for a minute,” Cedric’s smile fades as his gaze flickers over to Malfoy.
“She’s a bit busy with her date at the moment,” Draco says, pulling you closer to him by the waist.
For Merlin’s sake please Draco leave him alone.
The tension is building up between them as they stare at each other and seem to be puffing out their chests.
You always thought it was odd that boys show authority by who is physically bigger. It’s not like women cared about how big they were. Although, it was nice if he had a stronger build, but in the end, it didn’t really matter.
The look on your face becomes worrisome as you think of a quick plan to keep Draco at a distance from Cedric. You pull Draco to the side, placing your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes.
“Draco, wrong place, wrong time-” you warn.
“But-” you interrupt him.
“No. Please. I don’t want this night to be ruined. Just let me talk to him and I’ll come right back I promise.” You whisper, trying to be as comforting as possible.
Draco sighs and looks to the side wiping his teeth with his tongue and clenching his jaw, holding back all frustration.
“Fine,” he scrunches his nose out of discomfort as he runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it’s placement.
You’re astonished that your words actually had an effect on Malfoy. Nobody’s words have ever had that power. At least not that you know of.
You watch as Draco storms up to Cedric, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close. You try to pry him off but Malfoy completely disregards your existence at that moment.
“Diggory, you have two minutes better make it fucking count or I swear to Merlin you’re gonna regret being born,”
Draco quickly snaps out of it, letting him go and looking over at you.
Cedric’s focus then moves to you and he sends a sweet smile, walking away from Draco. You follow him somewhere away from all the commotion. He turns to you and looks you up and down, his eyes relaxed and mouth gaped in awe.
“You look absolutely stunning y/n,”
His smile quickly fades as his eyes meet with your necklace.
You quickly grab the necklace, covering the words on it as Cedric pulls out a little red box similar to the black one Draco had. He slowly opens it and looks down at you and smiles with disappointment as he fights back any tears.
“I guess he already beat me to it.”
You look down at the necklace sitting on the black plush inside. It’s a little silver heart that glimmers in the dimly lit corridor.
“It’s okay,” he sighs, covering his pain with a sad smile.
He seems to be fighting back tears as they start to pool in his eyes, but he doesn’t let any hit the surface. It feels like a piece of your heart was ripped out. You never wanted to see Cedric like this. It hurt.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles, “have a great night, darling.”
You look up at him as he walks away, full of regret and frustration.
“Cedric, wait-” he cuts you off.
“Our two minutes is up anyways,” he says, trembling, wiping a tear from his cheek.
He turns to walk back and you can’t help but feel regret and doubt. You slowly turn to walk back to Draco, with a disappointed expression.
Was Draco really the right choice?
Malfoy walks up to you with concerning eyes but his worried expression soon turns angry as he scans the crowd looking for Diggory.
“What the fuck happened?”
“Nothing. It’s fine. Let’s just go,”
You regret everything. You regret ever trying to understand Malfoy. You regret ever getting involved with Cedric more than what you had. You regret ever playing with his feelings. You regret ever letting Malfoy seduce you.
“What happened?” Your thoughts are interrupted by Malfoy
“I’m fine. Just...it’s nothing,” you reply, uncertainly.
“For fuck’s sake just tell me,”
“Draco I’m fine,”
“Evans. Tell. Me.”
You forgot how much he hated not being able to read people. That’s what he was good at and he hated whenever he didn’t understand someone.
He grabs your wrist, tightening his grasp.
“Holy fuck Draco. I’m just thinking, jeez,” you start to become irritated with his constant questioning.
“None of your damn business,”
You start to become defensive.
“Fucking hell y/n, tell me,” he starts to raise his voice by a little bit.
“Why does it fucking matter-” he cuts you off.
“Because for fuck’s sake Evans you drive me crazy,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You feel slightly offended by his words.
“I mean I can never read you. You take control. You never know what the fuck you want. I can’t understand you for the life of me,”
“That’s not my problem,” you reply.
“Evans just fucking tell me,”
“Why?” you start to raise your voice.
“Because I’m addicted to you that’s why. I need to know. Please. Tell me,”
The words slip out of his mouth effortlessly. It’s as if he didn’t mean to say them. He didn’t. But it made you take a step back and look into his eyes. You didn’t know what to say. You just looked into his eyes.
The only sound is the chattering of the excitement around you.
He takes a deep breath in as if he was about to regret what he was going to say.
“I’m addicted to you. You and your fucking touch. I can’t read you. You’re not an open book and I need to know why. So just please, what the fuck happened?”
You can’t believe these words are coming out of his mouth. If you didn’t know any better, Malfoy fancied you.
“Cedric was just trying to give me a necklace and he was upset when he saw the one you gave me, that’s all. Now can we please continue on with the night and pretend this didn’t happen?”
Of course, you wouldn’t be able to just forget any of this happened.
You once again, intertwine arms, linking them as you step into the Great Hall which was beautifully decorated by staff.
You walk with Draco to find a seat at a table with a few other Slytherins. You see Pansy talking with... Hermione?
I was right.
Hermione does fancy Pansy.
But Pansy is a pureblood who hates muggle-borns...
And Hermione after years of being tormented-
Your thoughts are interrupted by Draco holding out his hand.
“Come, darling, let’s dance,”
Willingly, you take his hand as you move onto the dancefloor. You start to dance in unison, bodies moving as one, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulder. It was nice. It really was. Just the two of you. It was nice to know at least he cared.
A few dances later, everyone is throwing hands up in the air, getting drunk off the spiked punch bowl that none of the teachers seemed to notice. There was screaming, sweat and laughter as everyone screamed the words to the songs that were playing.
It was carefree. It was nice to just forget about all your thoughts and worries. Finally, get your mind off of Cedric using anything other than sex. Although, sex was great. Especially with Malfoy. He knew how to please you. He took control and had no mercy.
You grab onto Draco’s wrist, raising your hands into the air, continuing to jump up and down.
“After this, we’re going to an after-party in the commons!” Draco yells into your ear, slurring his words after having drunk quite a lot of punch.
“Yea! My feet hurt, I’ll be right back!” You yell back, leaning into his ear, resting your head on his shoulder.
Walking to your table, you accidentally bump into Hermione. You haven’t seen or talked to her all night and were waiting for this moment.
The music powered over your voices, causing you to yell at each other.
“Hermione! Love! What’re you doing here? I mean I know what’er doing here but what’s up?” you were slurring your words with every sip of punch.
“Oh, you know! Just dancing. I see you came with Malfoy! I told you to be careful,”
“Don’t you dare start with- with the lectures Mione,” you laugh, “But you ’nd Parkinson? Nev- never woulda guessed that!”
“Yea she’s not that bad of a person! She’s very interesting. You should get to know her,”
You could tell by the way Hermione was talking straight she barely had any punch.
“S- So that’s why she’s been leaving D- Draco alone lately. Hm, int’resting,” you give her a tight hug, “Anyways I’m get so- some punch and rest m- my feet,”
“Okay bye love,”
You wave at her as you continue walking towards the punch bowl.
Out of nowhere, you feel a hand grab your wrist. You spin around with a smile, expecting it to be Draco but your facial expression becomes numb as you stare into Cedric’s eyes. You pull away from his grasp.
“P- Please Cedric. Not right now. We’ll talk- we’ll talk later,” you say, hiccuping while continuing to walk towards the punch table.
He follows you, pleading for you to come back and talk to him. You pretend as if he wasn’t there and plow through the crowd, shutting out anything he says.
“Are you drunk?”
This, you heard.
“N- No!” You yell back to him.
You spin around as you meet eyes with Pansy who shoots you a kind smile.
What the fuck?
You reach the punch table and grab a plastic cup, grabbing the scoop and pouring punch into your drink.
You watch Cedric at the corner of your eye plow through the last of the crowd walking towards you. This irritates you so you whip yourself around, spilling some of the drink onto the floor.
To this, you slam it onto the table, your drunken self ready to face Cedric.
“Cedric! I don’t wanna talk t’you right now! Please!” You shout.
“Please I just need a minute y/n. Just hear me out please,” he says, refusing to leave.
“N- No, just leave me alone!”
You grab your punch and take a sip, ignoring Cedric and looking into the crowd to try to catch a glimpse of Draco. You make eye contact with him and smile. He looks over at Cedric and shoots him a nasty glare.
He starts to storm over, angrily, wobbling from being pushed around by the crowd of students. As you watch him, your eyes suddenly feel heavy and you feel a sharp pain in your abdomen.
You slowly feel your fingers growing weak and lose grip of the cup, dropping it to the floor. You then look down and feel your knees buckle and your feet fall underneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.