The last Hollingworth - a Hogwarts Story

Classy lady

Almost the whole school had came back from winter break.
Pansy and I got ready for the New Year's party the Gryffindors threw.

„Bloody hell they have to stop buying me this shit"

I sighed as I looked in the mirror.
I was dressed in a silver dress.
It wasn't as short as the other ones the boys bought me but it hat awfully much cleavage.
Pansy roled her eyes and laughed.

„I will talk to Mattheo. But don't worry you look so pretty"

„Yeah like a whore"

I huffed.

„No one will notice. It will be hella crowded"

„Hopefully"

We went down.
I death stared Blaise and Theo for their flirty grins.

„Cara Mia look at you"

„Shut up Theo. I look hilarious"

„No no don't say that. You're beautiful"

„Ugh shut up"

I waved him off and tried to ignore it.
Pansy did her best to get my mind off of this topic.

The party was amazing.
Pansy was right it was really crowded.
After several hours I made my way out of the Gryffindor Common room into the hallway.
I was panting a little.

I had just escaped Cormac Maclaggen.
He got way too touchy and as he looked away for a second I took the chance to slip out.

I walked a couple of steps and leaned onto a cold wall.

„Why do you look like a hooker?"

Toms voice came out of nowhere.
I flinched and turned around.
He came around a corner eying me up and down.

„God Tom. You can't scare me like that"

„I asked you a question"

I raised my eyebrows.
This was really not what I needed right now.

„Well maybe ask your brother"

I said cold.

„What? What do you mean?"

He seemed genuinely confused.

„Did he never told you? The guys buy my dresses. I'm poor as fuck."

„And that's what they buy you? You feel comfortable in that?"

He said with a face of pure disgust.

„Well not directly but I have no much choices do I?"

I sighed and looked away.
I wasn't in the mood to get insulted.

„These uncultured idiots. They waste your beauty"

he huffed annoyed.
I didn't looked back but I cold feel my face blush.

„If they buy you another dress you're not comfortable wearing then tell me. I will buy you a proper one"

„What? No. I can't let you buy me a dress"

„Why not? You let them buy you dresses."

„That's something...different?"

„No discussions. You'll tell me if you feel uncomfortable. And I buy you a proper dress."

His brown eyes pierced me.
It was deeply intimidating.

„Alright"

I mumbled clearly uncomfortable.