beauty and the boys; draco malfoy

𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝓴𝖎𝖘𝖘

𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝕣𝕕, 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪

𝕄𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞

"You just ran away?!" Olivers' mouth dropped open.

"No questions! We'll never talk about this ever again, understood?!" 

"But-"

"NO!"

"Fine", he rolled his eyes.

"So, what should I wear?"

"Jeans and a shirt?"

"Are you kidding me? It's my first ever date"

"Yeah, well you can't really wear a dress, you know?!" he sounded annoyed.

"Stop with the attitude! I already told you the whole story, I never said I will answer questions. And isn't a dress what everyone wears to their first date?"

Oliver let out a sigh and looked at me calmly, the annoyance in his gaze fading away. "Have you ever seen me in a dress on my first date?" he smiled.

"You know what I mean"

"Nope, no idea" 

"I mean if you want to impress someone"

"Ouch!" he mimicked a false hurt face, "You're saying I'm not impressing you, because I'm not in a dress?"

"We're not even on a date!" I raised my voice in annoyance and confusion. Really this boy just can't stop making sarcastic comments. "And I've seen a lot of movies where people say you have to wear a dress to the first date"

"That's exactly why they're movies. And even if, it's going to be cold and you're going to sit outside watching the game, so I'll say wear something warm and comfy"

"But I wanted to look cute-" I cried out sarcastically.

"Well that wouldn't've worked either way, did you ever see yourself in the mirror? You look like a ugly-ass rat. No- like a witch" he chuckled, while I just stared at him.

"Do you realize..." my voice faded out and I gave him a 'are-you-stupid?' look. It took him a minute to get.

"Oh shit-" 

"Anyway, since you're not even here to help me, you may as well leave."

"Are you kicking me out? Rude" he mimicked the same false hurt face again. 

"Mastermind" I snapped and got to my feet, off of my bed where we both where sitting at. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Then dragged him to the door and opened it.

"Go" 

"No thank you?"

"You'll get a 'thank you' when you deserve it" I pushed him through the doorway and gave him a small goodbye wave. Then closed the door and returned to my closet. 

Even if I don't quiet want to admit it, Oliver was probably right. I should wear something warm, but it has to look good. In the end I settled for brown baggy jeans and a checkered grandpa-pullover, with some chains to top it all off. For the remaining time I had to spend till 10 p.m. what was only had about half an hour. I was debating if I should go to Cedric and apologize or do something else. I knew I wasn't ready for it, but then again how can you be ready? What wasn't I ready for? Was he just going to laugh at me? Was he willing to forgive me? Or was this time too much? I did fuck up before but never have I seen him so hurt before. He always just brushed it off and pulled me into a hug, until I was too tiered to shout at him and would eventually fall asleep in his arms. So is this time going to be different? But then again he is my best friend and deep down I know he will forgive me and I also know he wants me to apologize to him, so we can just get over it and talk to each other again. Cedric was never the type of person who would be mad at someone for a long time period. Actually he would be the person who would even apologize to the other person, even if he was right. So what was I afraid of then?