ETHALINE FLORENCE MALFOY, twin of Draco Malfoy and the second choice finds comfort in a certain raven haired boy the Malfoy family despises after Death Eaters invade the Quidditch Tournament.
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On Friday afternoon, Ethaline went up to her room to change into formal clothing. She chose a backless silver dress that wrapped around her waist and let her hair down naturally only twisting the sides.
Ethaline was a little nervous to say the least.
She hadn't spoken to Harry since there two word exchange days ago and before that they spent weeks without talking. His absence was evident in her life, she seemed to lack the gleefulness she once carried when she went about her day, knowing that at the end of it she could curl up in his arms and inhale his sweet scent.
Ethalien found it even harder to find a companion to share her secrets or sarcastic jokes with someone. Harry always, always dished them back towards her but Henry—in fear of disappointing or crossing a line, didn't do anything but smile.
She had friends yes, but sometimes they felt more like her troops.
Cassie and Lizzie, as sweet as they were, lacked what she looked for in a friend. She didn't see much of her old friend group, which was a little surprising but she set it aside. In fact, she hadn't seen much of Draco since their very public fight.
Whether Ethaline knew it or not, that day she established that she would go to any length to prove her superiority and need to protect her friends and family by whatever means.
Nevertheless, Ethaline was determined not to show what she was feeling. She had to admit that the act of publicly hurting Draco was a bit much, she couldn't control that as much as she tried but now she held her head high and made her way down the stairs, locking the door behind her.
Just as she walked down the last step, someone made themselves known.
"What are you doing here?" Ethaline asked annoyed.
Harry couldn't help but smirk a little, "And leave you to walk in on your own?"
"I don't need you," Ethaline said strongly, walking past him, "And if I needed a date I'd get one, you know that, so why are you really here?" She asked.
Harry went after her, "I need your help." He said as he scanned her figure, his lips parting lightly as he felt his chest tighten. She looked beautiful—stunning. Drop dead...gorgeous, he thought, still finding the words fell short of what he thought was indescribable.
Ethaline felt his gaze on hers, light blush forming on her face before she returned to an unreadable expression, "And what's that Potter?"
