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"God damn it!" Elizabeth cursed as she paced she and Pansy's room. Lilia was sat on the edge of the ginger girls bed watching her stress.
"You need to calm down."
"How am I supposed to calm down? Snape fucking sucks! I can't believe he made this decision for me. I'm going to the Yule Ball with fucking Malfoy!" Liz retorted in disbelief, "I'm going to be sick."
"You're being dramatic." Lilia assured her, "He's really not that bad."
"He is. He's inside my fucking brain. He really is that bad."
Going to the Ball with Potter means I'm not getting laid tonight. Fuck that. Draco's voice was sudden and echoed inside her mind.
Can't you just shut the fuck up for one minute?
Sod off.
You first.
"LIZ!" Lilia snapped in front of her face, "What are you two talking about? I can see the reactions on your face."
"He's just being a git, like fucking always." Liz turned around and stared at herself in the mirror, "I guess it's time to go."
Lilia stood, "I guess so. I'll see you later, I've gotta go find my date. Have fun with yours!" She said before leaving the room.
Elizabeth sighed and looked at herself in the mirror once more, I wonder how many comments Malfoy's gonna make about how unattractive I am tonight.
Shut up. He replied almost instantly, Just stop talking Potter.
I'm not talking, I'm thinking.
The two fell to silence after that. She grabbed her sneakers and slipped them on before heading out the door.
Where the fuck are you? You're late and now I'm waiting, Malfoy sneered.
Shut your trap I'm coming.
When she found him, he was standing outside the great hall doors with a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't notice her, he was too busy staring at the ceiling.
"Malfoy." Liz stammered. He averted his eyes to her, scanning up and down her slim figure.
Screw me, Malfoy thought.
"Potter." He said aloud, "Come on now, we're going to be late." He pointed at the other champions and their dates who were all grouped at the other side of the room.
Liz just rolled her eyes at the blonde and walked over to her brother, "Do me a favor."
Harry replied, "What's up?"
"Kill me."
The Yule Ball was nothing like Elizabeth hoped it would be. She hoped it would be beautiful and exciting. Instead it was exhausting and stressful.
