"I can't believe it!"
Emma and Blaise can't stop laughing from the bottom of their lungs, Crabbe and Goyle in a similar state. The humor comes from nothing else but imagining how ridiculous Hermione and Harriet will be going to the ball. It's the most absurd thing they've seen all day.
"They're so desperate," says Emma, blowing air into her hand.
"How could I not be? Nobody wants to see that bird's nest," says Blaise, ironically. "We can make some jokes. Not even Tom would notice."
"We could throw away the fertilizer in the greenhouse," suggests Crabbe.
"What do you think?" he asks, taking Drakonys by the arms. He gives a gentle shake. "Should we- Drakonys? Hello?"
The blonde gets up from her seat and slowly retreats to her room. In her mind she keeps repeating the same thing over and over:
"If she had chosen me from the beginning, I would have been the one to accompany her to the ball."
She enters the bedroom, climbs into her bed and draws the curtains. She hugs the pillow and continues to wander in that alternative reality. Harriet waiting for her at the Slytherin entrance, wearing a ball gown and her hair in a high ponytail. Just there with a shy expression. Holding her hand, helping her up the stairs and maintaining a nervous, but tender, tremble.
"You look beautiful today."
Upon arriving, showing off to everyone that she is her date. Starting the ball and telling her "just look at me and try not to step on the dress" to joke a little, receiving a nervous laugh from her. Spending the whole night talking, without letting go of her arm, without letting go of her hand.
All that could have been the reality...
One that Harriet did not choose.
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"With Hermione?"
Tom's question comes out so incredulously that Regulus thinks for a mere moment, that he actually cares. Tom hides his confusion. Harriet didn't say anything about it. The subject has been relatively ignored in general. Why invite Hermione? Eventually someone was going to invite her. It doesn't make sense that it won't happen. Although at this point and with the ball so close, it was most likely done by people desperate for not having a partner.
Being one in her own right.
"Yeah. I don't know if that's more pathetic or going with Ron Weasley" Regulus mocks, taking a seat. "Two women should be forbidden from going together. It's ridiculous" Tom doesn't have time to comment on the subject. It's funny that Regulus is the one who complains about that. "At least there's an awareness that no one would invite two little things like them. They retreated into themselves."
"Ummmm."
"It's pathetic anyway," Theodore says. Tom holds the cup of hot drink that the other hands him. "Don't let anyone invite you."
"It could happen. Now it won't." Daphne says with her hand on her cheek.
"No one, absolutely no one, would want to have them as a couple. It's common sense."
In the whole conversation, she didn't say anything.
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He stacks the books and prepares to place them in their respective spaces. His mind wanders to how he didn't expect Harriet to do what she did. It came out suddenly. Just an impulse. She's impulsive by nature, but it's not something that was seen coming. Not by Hermione at least. She knows that she has a certain bias in her favor and yet, who would have thought that this would happen?
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• Romeo, Juliet & Cinderella • | Tomrry
Fanfiction"We are opposites, but we are one and the same.... No one could be for me and no one can be for you. We only have each other. Everyone can hate you and they can't change you. You are mine. And it makes me so desperate, I'd kill you to avoid seeing y...
