5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#37. Yule Ball: Michael Pt. 1

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Over the years the two of you grew close. Very close. You had the friendship where everyone assumed you were dating-which you wouldn't mind, truth be told. You two went to Hogsmeade every weekend together and attended most of the Quidditch matches as well. And in the best friend cliché you fell for Michael. You loved the way his hair turned colors with each passing emotion. You loved how dorky he was. You loved him. Michael was blind to this, however. He couldn't see the way you looked at him. So when McGonagall announced the Yule Ball, you were the last person on his mind. There were a lot of pretty girls at Hogwarts, sure, but those Beauxbatons girls, well they were a league all their own.

So began what was known about Hogwarts for years to come as the most horrendous event ever to occur. Finding dates was quite possibly the most challenging thing the Hogwarts students experienced- and that's including O.W.L.s. Michael never thought to ask you. Not when each other girl turned him down and you were there cheering him up. Not when it was just the two of you alone in the common room. Not ever.

This pattern continued and you felt stupid for even thinking he could want to go with you, let alone love you. You gave up on him asking and on anyone asking for that matter. You would be content sleeping while everyone else danced the night away and had the time of their young teenage lives. That was, until, a young Slytherin your age was smitten by you. Sure you were a Gryffindor, but you weren't a Muggle-born and that's all that mattered to Draco Malfoy.

He followed you into the library, watching you silently. His grey eyes in awe of your every feature as you pulled the books you needed and retreated to a table in the corner. Michael was supposed to meet you, but he was off chasing Hermione. Draco watched silently for a moment before going in. He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down. You were too sweet to get mad at him for not asking. "Hello Y/N."

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up from your potions essay. "Draco." You greeted, you didn't have anything against him. It was Harry after all who got this essay assigned in the first place.

"That's the nicest any Gryffindor's ever been to me before." You only shrugged. "Well small talk isn't why I'm here. I was wondering if I was too late."

"Too late?" You repeated confused. Draco nodded.

"Too late on asking you to the Yule Ball." Draco looked sincerely at you.

You scoffed. "Please Draco, how much did Hood bet for you to do this." You could have cried. You weren't something to play with.

"Nothing, I swear. He talks about you all the time, and so I've been watching you. I really like you. I want to take you. That is...unless Clifford already asked." And that was the nerve Draco pinched.

You shook your head trying not to burst into tears right there. Draco leaned across the table, holding your face in his cold hand. "Give me a chance, Y/N. Please."

What did you have to lose? Michael wasn't going to ask anyway. So you did the unthinkable. You said yes.

As the ball drew closer, you and Draco often met in the library when you got the chance just to talk. He wasn't bad, really. He was quite charming in his core. It was on your way to one of these meetings when Michael stopped you in the common room. He hadn't thought of asking you, you were Y/N Y/L/N his best friend. But Calum kept suggesting it in potions, almost begging for him to. It was a good idea now that he thought about it.

You looked tiredly at Michael. "Yeah?" He held onto one of your hands, a small smile on his face.

"Well, since neither of us have dates, why don't we go to the Yule Ball together?" You looked around, the only other people in the common room was the Golden Trio, you didn't' want to embarrass him too much.

"Mikey, I, I'm not a last choice. Despite what you might think. Someone's already asked me and I agreed to go with him."

You couldn't bear to look at Michael, his hair was a deep teal: jealousy and sadness. "Mike, I-"

He shook his head, "No, it's fine. I'll just, um, see you later. Yeah." He practically ran up the boys dormitory stairs leaving you heartbroken and the Golden Trio frowning.