Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

40. the seventh year ball.

"Never put a ginger in green. I look like a bloody leprechaun," is the first thing Fred Weasley says to me when he meets me halfway between Gryffindor Tower and Slytherin Dungeon.

I chuckle, so glad I picked a date with a sense of humor. If he had said something like, 'you look pretty' I might have punched him in the teeth.

But he's acting exactly how I wanted.

Fred loses points with me, though, when he extends a bent arm to me, for me to grab. I glare teasingly at him, but I wrap my arm under his, letting him tuck it in.

The weather this evening seems to be some kind of cosmic justice.

It's raining, and when Fred and I pass through the corridor by the courtyard, bright green lightning bolts crack across the night sky, followed only a few seconds later by a clap of thunder. The rain pounds on the roof of the castle as we walk, and the sound is soon mixed together with music and laughter.

I take a deep, silent breath. Then Fred guides me around the corner, my tulle skirt brushing the wall.

We are immediately bombarded by a crowd of seventh years, all dressed in gowns and tuxes and standing outside of the Great Hall as Professor Mcgonagall tries to get them to stand in a straight line.

"Now, there will be many important people waiting to meet you all, so behave!" Mcgonagall says, and Fred chuckles when she grabs George by the collar of his tux, yanking him and his date into line behind Ron and Hermione.

"You know, my brother is supposedly here," Fred says, walking us over to the edge of the crowd.

"Fred. . . two of your brothers are right there," I tease, leaning to the side a little.

"Well spotted," he scoffs. "I meant Charlie."

I look up at him, excited, and he just chuckles at me.

"I'll introduce you, don't worry," Fred says, smiling down at me. I purse my smiling lips, excited to meet someone that I could potentially be working alongside this summer.

Onyx is further on in the crowd, and she nudges Blaise when she sees me. They both look so happy and excited, and his dark blue bowtie and vest match her gown quite fabulously.

Fred waves back at them before I can, positively whirling his hand back and forth and extending his neck to greet my Slytherin friends over the crowd. I can't help but laugh at him, and the confused laughter of my friends, and I give Onyx and Blaise a little wave before they're shoved in line behind Crabbe and Milicent.

Mcgonagall seems to be breaking us up by desired profession. She's grouped all of the potential Aurors at the front, placed the other wanna-be Ministry workers behind them. It's a little difficult, obviously, because most of the couples don't have the same career ambitions. But Mcgonagall is consulting a rather long sheet of parchment, the order of the procession already decided.

I think it's funny that Potter, who took Luna Lovegood as his date since I guess he couldn't take Ginny, is leading the procession.

"Oh that's a bloody mistake, that one," Fred laughs, leaning in to gossip into my ear and diverting my attention from watching Theo and Daphne step into line. "She'll scare all the ministry folk away, talking about nargles or some shit."

"Don't talk shit about Luna Lovegood!" I exclaim, meeting his gaze and laughing at him. "She's really-"

"Ah! There you are!"

Mcgonagall's voice catches my attention, and soon my smile has dropped.

Because Mcgonagall is gripping Draco's suit sleeve, shoving him into line. He stumbles and my breath hitches. He's got Pansy fucking Parkinson on his arm, looking exquisite in a trumpet style silver gown but otherwise seeming extremely livid.