Little Miss Diggory || A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 65

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The clock seemed to tick louder by the minute. Layla felt as though her ears would explode. She couldn't read, or write or do anything. All the girl could think about was him. She had barely spoken to anyone other than Ron and her siblings. She didn't want to bring the mood down.

Bill was set to get married to Fleur. And everyone seemed to be buzzing for the soon to be a couple. Don't get me wrong, as was Layla, but there was so much else on her mind. And she could only keep a smile on her face for so long. It had been a long break, and Layla was beginning to grow tired.

"Layla," Ginny glanced at the girl, worried. "Are you alright?" She was hesitant when she spoke. It seemed she was trying to avoid upsetting her. Everyone was doing that with her now. It was starting to get on Layla's nerves. Why did they treat her as if she was going to break? Layla had been through enough, she thought. She had learnt how to deal with it.

But everyone knew that this goodbye had shaken Layla.

They wouldn't even risk upsetting her.

"As good as they come," Layla replied after a moment, getting up from her seat and closing the book. Whenever someone asked or commented on her sad appearance, she had found a way to lighten the mood by making a sarcastic comment or joking. Most of the time, people got the hint and moved on. Ron, on the other hand, hadn't. But Layla didn't mind him. Ron was a surprisingly good listener and had grown close to her. Ron had also confirmed Layla's theory in return. He did have a thing for Hermione.

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After Layla's narrow escape from Ginny's questioning, she had decided to go for a walk. It was starting to grow cold outside, and the sun was beginning to set. But as she made her way back to the house, she was stopped by a distraught Charlie Weasley. Did he seem nervous or frantic? Layla wasn't sure.

"Layla," he said, pointing like a maniac. She looked at him, slightly scared. "Look, I don't know if it's you I should be asking... But... Ah, fuck it!" Layla gaped. Charlie wasn't one for foul language, so she was sure something was wrong. "I want to ask if I can propose to Jemma. I know it sounds insane. We've only been dating for half a year. But- I've fallen for Jemma, God I would even go as far to say I loved her more than my dragons. She gets me and- And if something happens, and one of us don't make it, I need to do this. And I checked with Bill and Fleur, not wanting to step over their big day, they said it was ok."

For the first time in a long while, Layla grinned for real. She was overjoyed for her older sister. Of course, Layla would say yes. Charlie had been a good thing for Jemma as she had been for him. They fit together.

Layla hugged Charlie tightly, catching him slightly of guard. He had expected Layla to be hesitant, but he much preferred this.

"Yes," Layla beamed. "Of course!"

They both were jumping up and down excitedly. It was a sort of future siblings in law moment. After about five minutes of pure joy from the both of them, Charlie spoke up. "Oh, and we need to go get Harry. Hermione and Daniel are back at the house."

Daniel? Layla smiled warmly before heading back to the house, looking forward to seeing her best friend. And when they arrived back, Daniel was twice as excited. The two lay in a heap on the floor for a moment. After Daniel bowled the girl over with a hug. They were both giggling furiously.

After a few moments of constant, inaudible chatter, they were both caught up with each other's lives, and people began to arrive. They had some plan to get Harry without anyone suspecting a thing. They warned us it would be dangerous, so of course, Layla volunteered herself. They mentioned we would have to use Polyjuice, a potion that had always intrigued Layla. So it seemed like a great chance.

Cormac and Charlie would stay behind, despite their protests. And that put Layla at ease. So when they lifted off the ground, brooms and all only one person occupied Layla's mind.

Draco.