Accidentally Loving Malfoy

Chapter 16

A/N: I realized i titled last chapter wrong... oops.
ANYWAYS here you go!
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  Pansy squeals like a fangirl, Blaise looks satisfied, and Theo looks hurt. Though I can't bring myself to care about anyone other than Draco at this moment.
    All I can think about is Draco. His eyes, so perfectly gray and the way that when the sun hit them just right, they looked like a cloudy sky, still gazed into my own, a stunning shade of green.
    I can't look away. I don't want to look away. And it seems that Draco doesn't want to either, though the moment is broken when Pansy leaps over and grabs my arm, yanking me away to our dorm room, still squealing and giggling.

    "Rowan Sales, tell me everything, now!" Pansy exclaims as she slams our door shut. "Or should I just call you Mrs. Malfoy now?" she smirks.
    "I will literally jump off the astronomy tower if you don't shut the hell up."
    "Oh hush, you love me. Now spill!"
    And so I tell her everything.
    From every little story from when we were kids, up until now, anything I can remember, I tell her. I don't stop talking until we're fully dressed and prepared for the dance, later that night. It's the most I've ever talked and for once, I didn't mind.
    Pansy does my make-up and hair for me as I talk. She doesn't interrupt me, just lets me ramble on about insignificant memories.
This is the first time I've ever heard her so quiet.
    After a while, we're silent, Pansy brushing through my hair, lightly, me sitting and staring at the floor, unsure of what to do or say next.
    "Rowan?" Pansy says, softly.
    I look up into the mirror I'm in front of, looking at her through the glass. "Yeah?"
    Pansy pauses for a moment, looking down before back up at me. "You love him."
    I don't answer for a minute, my mind spinning with the words Pansy had spoken.
    I love Draco.
    Glancing down again, I fiddle with my hands. When I look back up, Pansy's eyes are searching my face, trying to gauge my reaction.
    I allow a small smile to surface, looking Pansy in the eyes as I finally admit it out loud.
    "I love him."

    We're finally fully prepared for the night at six-thirty and Pansy's back to her hyper, excited self. I'm laughing along with her because, for the first time in forever, I'm genuinely excited about tonight.
    Pansy's styled my hair in an elaborate braid that leaves most of my hair down. She accessorized with a simple small linked silver necklace. Glancing at my reflection, I was stunned. All prettied up I look like a complete stranger to myself, like a beautified version of me. I can't tear my gaze away.
    "Pansy, I-" I start to say, but she cuts me off.
    Pansy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, resting her chin on my shoulder. She'd gotten herself ready before helping me, so the two of us admired ourselves and each other.
    "You look beautiful, Ro." Pansy says softly, smiling.
    I return her smile and give her arm a squeeze. "So do you, Pans."
    "Are you excited?" she asks.
    I let out a little laugh. "I think so."
    Pansy sighs, squeezing me tight. "Tonight will be perfect, I promise."
    "Okay, Pansy," I say, for once completely believing her.