Obliviate {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter 11 | Part one

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! I was in the process of writing the rollercoaster that is Chapter 11, before I realized it's going to be way too long to fit into one update. So, I decided to cut the chapter into parts. I was supposed to upload everything tomorrow, but it seems like today's your lucky day. Here's a tiny little introduction to the chapter, which I only uploaded earlier to make the other part less than 10,000 words lmao. Anyways I'm done rambling, hope you enjoy! (Also, it's very short, I know, but don't worry, you'll get more tomorrow)

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"-I can't believe them! God! How could they do such a reckless thing on such short notice and not even ask us about it first?! It's like they don't care about Harry's training! The third task is two days from now! TWO! Neither Harry or Cedric can afford to waste their time partying!-" Hermione's angry voice bounced against the dormitory's four walls, her red face scrunched in anger as she brought her hands up to her frizzy hair.

Based on what Harry told me, Hermione didn't take long to find out about the party. In fact, she heard about it only a couple of minutes after breakfast, the sea of purple flyers being too hard to ignore. She was angry at the twins for throwing a party two nights before the third task, therefore taking away a whole night of training for Harry and Cedric.

However, while under the idea that Harry was going to miss the party to continue training for the upcoming task, Hermione stayed mostly calm throughout her small outburst. Of course, her calmness wasn't one to last long, for which it was quickly terminated by Harry's bold announcement stating he was indeed going to the party after all, feeling the need to take a little break from training. If this wasn't infuriating enough for our frizzy haired friend, Ron proceeded to back his best friend up on his decision.

That was when she truly lost it.

And now here we are, back in our dormitory, minutes before the party is set to start. I can hear the giggling of girls passing by our dorm out in the hallway as they make their way down to the room of requirements. I, however, have lost all hope of going to the party, for how am I supposed to tell her I'm also going to the party without getting punched in the face? No event will ever be worth such a painful price.

Clearly intimidated by Hermione's outraged state, I sat quietly on my bed, watching worriedly as she paced back and forth around the dorm.

"-You know what?! Screw them! If they don't want to take this seriously, then neither will I! They're both perfectly equipped to make their own the decisions, and if they choose to make the wrong one, then so be it!-" Hermione continued to walk circles around the room, throwing her hands around in a frenetic manner. Her shadow mimicked her movements against the wall, as the small gush of air created by Hermione's pacing made the golden flame of candlelight sway from side to side. I observed her distantly, feeling myself grow dizzy from watching her walk around the room in circles for an hour straight. There's no way she'll stop shouting for at least another two hours.

Thankfully, I was quickly proven wrong when a sudden knock on our door diverted her attention. Straight away, the room went quiet, as Hermione's feet came to a halt. Our heads snapped towards the door, and after a moment of silence, Hermione rushed towards the doorknob, swinging it open.

My eyes went wide, as a very cleaned up Ron came to view. He wore a light blue buttoned up shirt, which he unusually went out of his way to tuck into his pants. His hair was nicely brushed forward, and even from across the room I could smell his decent scented cologne. He looks unusually handsome, and judging by the fact that Hermione stayed still, practically gaping at the sight in front of her, it's evident she thinks so too.