Oblivion//Pansy X OC

P E R F E C T

Lucy Novak
5th year

I walk into my dorm hearing my roommate Pansy laughing with someone else.

I just got done studying in the library with Aurora. I was actually studying Aurora was huffing and puffing all annoyed with transfiguration.

Pansy was sitting on her bed with Draco Malfoy.

I closed the door behind me and started putting my books away.

School has always been very important to me... more so my parents. They expect perfect grades from me.

I'm a people pleaser so I practically kill myself trying to get perfect grades.

Conor is the 'perfect' boyfriend for me in my parents eyes.

For me I've never felt that way about him. I've known him since we were kids. I wouldn't even call us friends.

Our parents have been friends since before we were born and since we are both pureblood wizards they think we are perfect for each other.

I've tried to form a connection with Conor but we have nothing in common. He's attractive but not my type.

I don't even know what my type is since my parents picked my boyfriend/ future fucking husband for me.

I'll let you know right now that's not gonna happen. I've tried and tried but I don't love Conor and I never will.

Conor on the other hand also thinks we are perfect for each other but that's only because he doesn't have to work for me, at least that's what he thinks.

I take a quick shower before heading to bed.

Pansy is still on her bed with Draco.

Pansy has been my roommate since first year. I thought we would eventually become friends but it never happened.

I'd at least like to be friendly but Pansy rarely talks to me.

I apply some lotion before bed which Pansy rips out of my hands.

"Hmm." She hums squeezing a small portion of my lotion onto her hand and smelling it.

"Honey." Pansy mumbled to herself.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her but ignore Draco and her and went to bed.

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Every weekend my parents have a dinner party with Conor's parents.

I'm in my bedroom back home getting ready.

My mom bought me a short red dress. She picks out all of my dresses that I wear to dinners, events, business dinners, etc...

I look good I just wish I didn't. Conor won't keep his hands off of me if I'm wearing this.

I heard a knock on my door but before I could respond Conor walked in.

My eyes widened and I quickly against the strap to my dress.

"Sorry." He smiled, his eyes moving down my body. No you're not.

Lucy stop it. It's easier if you comply.

Conor closed my door behind him.

"You look sexy." Conor smirked his eyes lingering on my breasts.

I felt absolutely nothing but disgust when he touched my collarbones.

I've read hundreds of books and in every romance story the main characters feel some sort of spark when their lover touches them.