Obliviate {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter 11 | Part two

Mature Warning: This chapter contains underage drinking, which I am in NO WAY promoting! Just a heads up ;)


"Are you sure it isn't too much? I can't afford to embarrass myself, not tonight!" Hermione's stressed voice whispered across the dim lighted hallway as we made our way down to the room of requirements. Not a single soul can be found anywhere in sight throughout the deserted corridors. It seems like everyone's already at the party.

I gazed over to Hermione, shaking my head for the twentieth time since we walked out the bedroom door. "You look hot, Hermione! Hotter than ever! Now calm down, and stop pulling your skirt down, we can't see your underwear, you're fine!" I slapped her hand away from the hem of her dress.

Back in the dormitory, she asked me to do her makeup, handing me over every single fluffy brush she owned. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to let my creativity flow, and ended up giving her a rather bold look, much more extra than the usual light makeup she normally goes for. I gave her a red lip to match her dress, eyeshadow, mascara, you name it. Truthfully, I thought she'd be annoyed once she saw what I had done with her face, but to my surprise, she seemed delighted at the reflection staring back at her. So pleased, actually, that she asked me to spell away a couple of inches off the bottom of her dress to make it drip down just above her knees. It's nothing too scandalous to the naked eye, but to the ones who know Hermione, it's like watching a miracle come to life.

"Do you think he'll like it? What if he thinks I'm showing off too much? What if he gets grossed out?" She asked, worriedly, going back to tugging down the ends of her dress. I let out a sigh, stopping dead in my tracks. I can't let her go in there like the nervous, insecure wreck she is right now. It's a party for god's sake, it's meant for us to enjoy ourselves, not worry about boys.

"Hermione, look at me" I grabbed her arms, looking straight into her insecure eyes. "Who cares what Ron thinks? You look hot! Hotter than me, hotter than every single girl inside that party. But it doesn't matter what people think, it only matter what you think. No boy's opinion about your body will ever be more relevant than your own" I said, squeezing her shoulders as I spoke.

"So screw Ron! Be the hot, amazing girl you are for yourself and only yourself, okay?" I added, slightly shaking her to make my words sank in. I watched as a small smile grew across Hermione's now relieved face. She let out a breath, nodding her head in agreement.

"Yeah...yeah okay, you're right" She said, mostly to herself as I let go of her shoulders.

"Alright, good" I said, smiling proudly at her, before gazing over at the end of the corridor. All we have to do is turn left, and there it will be; the door to the room of requirements.

Being the hypocrite I am, I bit my lip, feeling rather nervous before gazing back at Hermione. I've never been to a party before, I have no clue what to expect. If it's anything like they are in the movies, it should be fun, right? Though, there's always that one scene where everything goes wrong and a girl gets kidnapped or murdered...

I cleared my throat, trying to sound as casual as possible before asking "Now...do I look alright?"

She let out a laugh, rolling her eyes at me as I smiled.

On my defense, we didn't put as much effort on myself as we did on her. Actually, we put no effort on my appearance at all. The main focus here was Hermione, who took almost an hour to finish getting ready. After that we had absolutely no time to do the same to me, and so I just picked the first dress I saw in my wardrobe and slipped it on without even looking at myself in the mirror. Quite a big mistake, really, since this is the first time I've ever worn this dress before. It feels tight on my waist and chest, but rather loose on the bottom. The length does worry me a bit though, given the fact it's way shorter than Hermione's dress, reaching my mid thighs. It's definitely small on me, I should've gotten a medium.