It's about shifting, this is about my personal desired reality. No i haven't yet shifted there(but i will soon)
This is just what i believe will happen. The main character will just go by my name cause (y/n) has traumatized me <3
enjoy though
Me and Pansy had quickly bought dresses the next evening. Clover had taken us to Hogsmeade and voiced in her opinions on our dress choices. We were going to ask Cillian but he probably would've been like a strict dad.
Pansy picked out a nice slim, short black dress with lacey puffy sleeves.
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I had picked out a spaghetti string green dress, one with the little slit up my thigh.
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So on party night Pansy, Hermione, and I were in my dorm getting ready. Pansy working on hair, Hermione putting on her dress, and me putting on my makeup. Hermione's dress was a deep red that went just above her knees, though hugging her skin tightly. We all switched rotations till we all had everything done and ready. By now we could already hear everyone in the common room as well as the loud music, so we all walked out and went to join the party.
And omg let me tell you. It was a party. Music was blasting from everywhere, there were the older students serving drinks. Lines of tables on the sides of food and drinks, a dance floor in the middle. It was straight out of a movie. We went for the food and drink tables to start the evening before looking for the guys. It wasnt too hard to find them, Mattheo had the same idea and dragged the guys over to the food table before they began drinking the alcohol.
We did all sorts of things that night. Danced, sang karaoke, drank, danced more, and I saw Pansy go off with some guy while Ron and Harry took Hermione back to the Gryffindor dorms.
Mattheo and Blaise went to their dorm while me and Draco went to my dorm cause honestly we both got a bit carried away. He was definitely more sober than I was but still tipsy at minimum.
"Remind me to never let you dance ever again" I laughed as I tossed my heels off and layed on tbe bed. He layed down next to me laughing as well.
"MY dancing wasnt the problem, yours was quite questionable though"
"I had the BEST moves out there and the besr singing" I rolled my eyes. We both just layed there together, staring up at my cieling. I heard him fall asleep, his breath slowing, soft snores with everh couple breaths.
I turned to my side facing away from him, closing my eyes ready to fall asleep.
