His Rose. // Blaise Zabini

yule ball.

A/N: Sadly, yesterday we lost an amazing and beautiful human being. Helen McCrory. May she rest in wonderful peace and make many unbreakable vows with Alan Rickman. Wands up folks /*

Sorry for the sad a/n but yea. We love you forever and always, Helen. 😔❤️

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Rose Malfoy

I stared at my dress as it hung on the back of the door. Scarlett sat at the vanity in my room, dressed in her amazingly fitting black suit, doing her hair in an updo with some hair from the front hanging down.

I tied my hair up in a ponytail, taking my dress off the hook and taking it into the bathroom, taking off my clothes, and stepping into my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, looking at the deep v-neck it had.

The door opened and Scarlett walked in, a smile on her face as she motioned her finger for me to turn so she could zip me up.

I turned and she zipped the dress, her taking my hair from my ponytail. "There. You look absolutely gorgeous."

I looked in the mirror again, messing with my hair and wondering what I should do. Scarlett looked at me, her head to the side while she thought. "We need something cute, but easy to take out so it can't be fully up... Oh!"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, sitting me in the chair and grabbing her bobby pins and curling iron that she brought over, and started her work on my hair.

"Scar," I spoke, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Hmm?" she hummed with bobby pins in her mouth.

"I'm glad we're doing this- me and you time. I've missed you." I admitted, looking away and grabbing some jewelry, and putting it on.

She smiled and nodded, taking my hair and pinning it back. "Me too. We've both been distant and busy being in love."

I nodded. It was true. We were both with our lovers and never with each other one on one anymore.

"There you are," She said, putting her things on the vanity and smiling. She put her hands on my shoulders.

I turned my head to get a better look at the back. I had a few strands of hair hanging down in the front well I had a few front pieces pinned back, the rest of my hair hanging down.

It was stunning. Scarlett had a thing for hair. She was absolutely amazing at it and she loved to do it.

"Thank you" I smiled turning and looking at her. A question hit me, something I've been thinking of for a while. "How did you know that Pansy loved you back? Like, before you told her you did."

"Well," She sat on my bed, looking at me. "The look in her eyes. The way she would say my name and the way that her touch sent me into fucking infinity" She chuckled, looking down "I really don't know, though. It was I shoot my shot and risk it or I just didn't. And I did because it felt right. She felt right."

I took in her words, knowing what she meant with the look in the eyes because I see it in Blaises. I knew what she meant, by the way he said my name too. It just seemed to flow off his tongue and it was perfect.

"Have you guys said it yet?" She asked.

I furrowed my brows at her, a slight smile on my lips "Would I have asked you the bloody question if we did?" I chuckled, shaking my head "But no. We haven't."

"Why?"

There's something I haven't thought about. Why I haven't said it to him.

Was it the fear of rejection? Was it fear of moving too fast? Was it because Draco doesn't know yet?