Saccharine, a Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter Eight

Tw:Party shitt

Reagan Weasley

I'm tapping my pen on my paper over and over, again and again, looking down at the blank sheet of paper. The clock keeps ticking on some other side of the library, and I'm on the floor, surrounded by books.

Research. I click the pen open and write at the top of my paper slowly: Fawley family. A supposedly dead pureblood family. With a rather large vault and a manor. A manor that's quite destroyed, but that doesn't matter, seeing as though my newfound wealth could destroy the damn thing and rebuild it as a palace and still have so much to spare.

It was sickening. Literally. I think I'm sick. I lean back against a wall and let out a light sigh. I keep forgetting to blink, as I stare at the paper.

Reagan Weasley. Reagan Fawley. I'm supposed to be dead. What is happening? A pair of boots enter my field of vision and I look up to see Cedric Diggory. I stare at him blankly for a moment before turning back to my paper.

"Hello." He says, clearly expecting a different reaction to his presence, but unlike the rest of the female population in the building, I'm not fawning over the Hufflepuff boy.

I picked up a book about magical families in wizarding history and opened it to my bookmark I left there.

"Hm?" I offer, giving up on expecting him to just leave.

"I saw you sitting on the floor and wanted to know what you were up to," He says before leaning on one of the bookshelves. I look at him again and raise my eyebrows.

"Clearly, I'm working." I answer, squinting a bit to read the pin on his cloak. He turns red and flips his coat to hide it, but we both know what the pin was.

"U- Uh i did try to get Malfoy not to make them," He mumbles, hand reaching up to the back of his neck. I just stare at him before looking back down at the book, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Cedric, genuinely what do you want?" I ask, not looking up at him, just trying to get him to piss off.

"Well, there's a Slytherin party, and I'm allowed a plus one, and since Draco is hosting it, i thought it would be pretty funny if i brought you-"

"Seriously?" I say, looking up at him confused. He nods and shows no signs of lying.

"Deadly." At least i was sure he hated Malfoy as much as the rest of us. I shrugged and collected my books.

"Alright. Walk me to the Ravenclaw dorms, this has to look somewhat real." I say simply, before throwing my bag on my shoulder and beginning the walk.

"I'm wearing a yellow sweater, if you wanna match me, because…" He seemed so embarrassed I almost felt bad for him. So I smiled a bit and nodded.

"I'll wear a yellow dress, then," I say, and we keep walking. We make conversation and I begin to hate him a bit less. He's really not so bad, just stuck with being famous. Like Harry.

He agrees to meet me at the entrance to the Ravenclaw commons in an hour and I make my way to my dorm.

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"Okay, don't drink too much, um, ping me if you need me. And I'll chop Cedric's balls off if he messes with you." Willow says as they help me adjust my dress. It's a long yellow dress with flowers, and relatively casual. I'm in the mood to be comfortable and get completely smashed with all the info I had to digest from the last couple days.

"Yep!" I say, before stepping into my black loafers and leaving the Ravenclaw commons to meet with Cedric. I watch his eyes widen a bit and smile, "You ready to party?"