My Best Friend

Chapter 7

It was the night of the Yule Ball. I put on the dress robe that Cedric and I had picked out. It was ash grey, it had a sweetheart neckline, but the neckline went up my collar bones to form the sleeves that covered my shoulders. The skirt flowed, but it wasn't incredibly long that I would trip over it. It was made of lightweight fabric, but it was cotton. Cedric did sort of lose with the sweetheart neckline. He should just be glad that it isn't a low sweetheart neckline. I brushed my hair and my teeth so I'd look somewhat presentable. Then I put on a bit of gold eye liner and black mascara. I walked out of the girls dormitories to find Cedric leaning on the couch, waiting. "How long have you been waiting?" I asked. "Only a minute." he smirked. "You're beautiful." he continued. "Thank you... You're handsome." I smiled. "Thank you." he said. He was wearing what looked to be a muggle tux, but the jacket was long enough to be a robe. He intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked out of the common room down to the Great Hall. There we were told that as Cedric was one the champions, we had to open the Yule Ball. Great, so not only did I have to wear a dress, but I had to help open the Yule Ball like I was some puppet. At least I was in the company of Cedric. That sweetened the whole situation. After we helped open the Yule Ball, we had dinner and danced a bit. We stayed until after the Wicked Sisters were off of the stage. I grabbed us some pumpkin juice and then we left. We waited until we got back to 'our' couch and had our pajamas on. He had a grey jumper on that had a V stitched on the neckline, no buttons. As well he had plaid pajama pants on. "Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?" he chuckled. "Well your company I enjoyed, but I wish I was able to walk in with sweat pants on." I said. He laughed and said "I think it would have been more comfortable to sit down if we were able to wear sweat pants. Nothing would be pulling you one way and making you have to fix it over and over." he replied. "Even if something looks 'nice' doesn't mean it's 'nice.'" I stated. "True. I'd rather drink pumpkin juice in my pajamas with you." he said. "I'm glad I'm able to not wear makeup in front of you." I laughed. "You are prettier without makeup." he smiled. "Cheers." I said. "Cheers." he replied. We clinked our bottles together and took a sip. "We should probably drink these and then go to bed so we are not tired in the morning." I suggested. "Yeah" he agreed. We finished our pumpkin juice and put the bottle in the correct place. "Goodnight." I said to him. "Goodnight." he said. He cupped my cheek and leaned in, kissing me on my top lip. Before he could finish, I dug my fingers into his hair and kissed him back. "Sweet dreams." he said. "Sweet dreams." I replied. I was blown away, so I had to go to bed before I daftly fell over, giggling.

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