The rest of the term starts to fly by without my notice.
And soon Onyx is dragging me to Gladrags at the end of April on our Hogsmede weekend.
"What about this one?" Onyx asks me, holding out a deep red ball gown.
"You'll look good. But red is not Zabini's color," I reply.
"Damn it, you're right," Onyx says with a chuckle.
I toy with the dresses on the hangers, lost in thought for quite a while.
"You are coming, aren't you?" Onyx asks, rather nervously, seeing my lost expression. She's had to drag me to every single party, every single event, for the past few weeks.
I scoff. "I wouldn't miss the Seventh Year Ball, O. We've been talking about it since bloody first year."
It's less of a ball and more of a mixer, really.
Only seventh years are invited, and it's the equivalent to Muggle prom. Except the school invites important people, such as contacts from the Ministry, high ups from Gringotts, and other well known job opportunists. The representatives scout for graduating seventh years and we get a chance to kiss ass, hoping that someone will give us a job after school.
It's been known to be fun, too. They bring in the Weird Sisters, we all get dressed up in ball gowns and tuxes, and everyone couples up like it's the damn Yule Ball all over again.
Onyx and Blaise are going together and I'm so fucking happy for them.
It's not happening until the end of term, but we only have less than two months left, anyway.
Like I said, time is flying by.
"Evan, look at this one!" Onyx exclaims.
I turn and she's holding up an emerald green ball gown.
I smile knowingly at her. I wanted to wear green to the Yule Ball, but Parkinson convinced me not to.
Speaking of Parkinson. . .
She's in the store with us, but she's all the way at the other end of the aisles with Daphne. She keeps giving me these odd looks when she thinks I'm not paying attention.
Maybe Draco told his new girlfriend about us?
Well, I don't know if she's his new girlfriend. But for the past several weeks, they've been together constantly.
They eat meals together, sit next to each other in class, hang out in the common room. Draco doesn't even talk to me, Onyx, Blaise, and Theo anymore. Maybe that's why him and Pansy get along so well, because she never talks to us anymore, either.
It bothered me at first. Horrendously. Seeing them together.
But after March faded into April and things started to fade back to normal, I've accepted defeat. After all, the whole point of this, the reason for every calculated move I've made, was to move on.
If only Draco would actually do it.
"Try it on," Onyx says, thrusting the dress into my arms. I smile at her and take the dress, along with several others, to the dressing rooms.
And Pansy must not know I'm in there, or maybe she does, because her and Daphne chat in the changing room right next to mine.
"Oh, you've got to get that one, Pans. Silver looks so good on you," Daphne says.
"Matches his eyes, doesn't it?"
I freeze in the middle of stepping into the tulle skirt.
And just like that, all of the progress from the past few weeks comes crashing down and I have to physically stop myself from bursting out and kicking Parkinson's goddamn teeth in.
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