The story of Y/n Weasley, twin of Ronald Weasley.
Y/n Weasley or known as Y/n Pine was abandoned by Molly, her mother because of her powers. Pyrokinesis, the power of controlling/manipulating fire. Y/n's first day in fourth year went through some un...
The Yule Ball was in a few days. It has been a week since me and Draco kissed. When Mattheo found out, he did not react. He just walked to the bathroom.
Petra has been looking like she would throw up for days now. She got pale and almost passed out. Pansy and I were really worried about her.
We needed to go outfit shopping. "I am okay enough to go," Petra assured. "I'm not risking it. Petra, stay here. Pansy, do you want to stay?" I asked.
"Of course, I will. I'm sorry, babe. I can make you some soup." Pansy walked out to go downstairs with me.
"I'm sorry I have to stay with her. I have already bought my dress. Can you pick it up for me?"
"I would love to! I can get Petra's as well."
"Can you get her some ice cream and maybe something gross? I think It's something she ate. I want her to throw up to get it out of her system." I've never seen Pansy so concerned
I was concerned. I was thinking of not going to the Ball if they weren't, but Petra told me and Pansy we had to go either way.
"Yeah, I'll get the kale dragon saliva smoothie from the doctor in town."
"Gross, she hates that I do as well! Good choice." Pansy confirmed.
I walked out, but I needed to go with someone to pick an outfit, so I needed opinions. Then Mattheo came out of the Common Room.
"Mattheo, can I have your help? Please, it's an emergency!
"Please tell me you didn't set the library on fire." He asked in a not-surprised tone.
"No, I didn't! I am just in a crisis, so I need you!"
I could tell when I said I needed him. His eyes widened, and he agreed. So we were finally at Hogsmeade, and Mattheo and I were in the dress shop.
"I don't need a dress. I thought you said this was an emergency!"
"It is. I haven't bought a dress yet. If I do not have one, I won't go."
Mattheo just rolled his eyes. The lady gave me a room to change in while Mattheo waited outside the door.
The first outfit was a lavender dress. It made me look very skinny but was way too tight. I walked out to show Mattheo.
"How is this one?" I asked. Mattheo looked up and shook his head.
"No, It looks way too tight. How can you breathe? I don't think Draco would want a wheezing date to the Ball."
"Ok, jeez, you could've said that nicer."
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I put on a black one. It was gorgeous. The beading was so pretty, but the V-neck was way too low and exposed a lot of my cleavage.
"Ok, Mattheo, this one?" Mattheo looked at me and laughed. "It's pretty, but what are you trying to look like, a fucking bitchy slut that wants attention?"
The next dress was the last one I had in the changing room. It was a dark blue mermaid-looking dress.
I hoped it was the one. I didn't know what to do if it wasn't. I walked out, tugging on it.
"Ok, Y/N, listen, do you like it?" I was surprised at how frustrated he sounded.
"I love it. It's cute, and my purple hair looks good with blue. I also think it fits fine." I stated then he lifted an eyebrow.
"Then why do you keep tugging at it?" Mattheo held his finger up. "Stay here. Let me get something."
I sat down, and five minutes later, he came in with a dress inside a cover. "You're a size medium, right?"
"Yeah? What are you doing?"
"Don't ask questions. Put this on and come out when you are ready." So I grabbed the dress and went to put it on. I couldn't reach the zipper, though.
"Mattheo! I need help with the zipper!" I yelled then he knocked on the door.
"Can I come in and help?" He asked politely, "Yes, please!" I turned around as he opened the door.
Mattheo zipped the dress. He zipped slowly, trying to be careful. I could tell he was staring at my neck. He took a few steps back as I turned around.
Mattheo started sweating. "Umm... yeah.... It works! I ... umm,"
I turned around to face the mirror. It was a lovely silver dress that fit perfectly and had a cute leg slit. "It does! I love it!! You have amazing taste, Mattheo."
I turned around to see Mattheo's mouth open wide. Then he shut it, rubbed his neck, and sat down swallowing hard. "Gorgeous." He whispers.
Y/n's dress
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