Just Friends

gryffindorks

A few hours before the match was supposed to start, I sat on my bed in my uniform, reading and completely disregarding Pansy making a mess of our room yet again. She was the girlfriend of a quidditch player now which apparently meant she had to look her absolute best.

"Okay, but what if I do this?" she held up a black skirt, knee-high socks, and one McLaggen's shirts that was very baggy on her.

"Yeah, that works," I nodded, going back to reading.

"Well, would you wear this if you were dating McLaggen?" She turned around to face the mirror and tilted her head to the side.

"I don't even know where to begin with that question," I said, kicking my legs off the side of the bed, standing up.

"Well, what are you wearing?"

"Yellow?" I joked, smiling at her.

"Funny," she said, smiling sarcastically back at me. I laughed and rummaged through a pile of clothes that was on the floor. I picked out a dark red button-up shirt I had.

"Uh, this?" I held the shirt up for her to see. "And a black long sleeve under it, and some black jeans." Pansy nodded as I went along with each article of clothing, approving at the end. I nodded and changed into what I picked out.

Pansy spent another hour after that doing her hair, fixing her makeup, and just staring at herself in the mirror. Eventually, she told me we could leave and so we made our way over to the boys' dormitories to get them. We knocked on Blaise's door and waited for him to answer.

I started to suspect he was sleeping which was going to be problematic but after about three minutes and a lot of clunking coming from inside, he answered the door out of breath.

"I'll be honest, I forgot to get ready. Best I could do," he said, looking down at his outfit. He had on all black with a red flannel over top.

"Not bad," Pansy said, nodding her head as she looked him up and down. I rolled my eyes at her and laughed. "But I could do way better." She walked past Blaise and into his room. She was already tearing apart his wardrobe before either of us could do anything.

"I'll go get Draco and we'll meet you back here," I told Blaise, laughing at the sight of clothes flying around behind him. He nodded and went back inside.

I walked over to Draco's dorm and knocked on his door. I heard shuffling inside and then the door click open.

He walked out of his room wearing a long black sleeve with his Slytherin quidditch jersey over it.

"You can't wear that," I said, looking down at his outfit.

"It's quidditch," he rebutted, pointing at the jersey. I shook my head.

"Take it off," I demanded.

"Yeah?" he smirked, tilting his head to the side.

"Not the-no not like that." Well, not that I would mind 'like that'.

"Fine, alright fine." He raised his hands in defense, turned around, and walked back into his room. He left his door open so I walked in, standing right next to the door. He walked over to his dresser and searched through the drawers.

"There's still nothing red in here, Y/n. I looked four times already." He turned back around to face me.

"Fine alright, then the black shirt will do, but lose the jersey," I pointed. He looked down at the shirt then back up at me.

"What? You don't like it?" he smirked again. I knew the answer he wanted. And I knew he liked teasing me.

"Not the point."