blurred lines [draco x reader]

22 ౨ৎ | as friends

Their faces fell in collective shock as you finished explaining that Draco asking Pansy to the Yule Ball wasn't a mistake. The silence that followed was deafening. No one dared to speak. The confusion in the room was palpable.

Hermione paced back and forth, her mind racing as she tried to piece together an explanation. But every path led her to the same, gut-wrenching conclusion, that he had just used you.

"So let me get this straight," she said, finally turning to face you. "It's been nearly three months. He's sent you gifts, walked you to every class, and let's not forget all the hooking up—"

"Hermione, please," you cut her off, a tired sigh escaping your lips.

"No! I can't just brush this off. It's... vile. I refuse to believe anyone could actually be that cruel."

Harry remained silent, his gaze glued to the floor. He didn't speak, but his expression said it all—he couldn't bring himself to reassure you that it wasn't true. He knew Draco's nature too well to believe otherwise.

The heavy atmosphere was shattered when the door creaked open, and Neville hesitantly poked his head in. His wide eyes scanned the room, taking in the somber faces as though he'd walked into a funeral.

"Uh... everything okay?" he asked tentatively.

"Out," Ron snapped.

Neville muttered a quick apology and disappeared, closing the door softly behind him.

You took a deep breath and turned to face them. "I'll be okay. This isn't the first time I've had to deal with a broken heart. It just needs time. I think I'll just lay low for a while, stick to my dorm... avoid everything for a bit."

"But what about the ball?" Hermione pressed.

"I'm not going,"

That was all it took for all three of them to spring to their feet. "You are not skipping the ball!", they shouted in unison.

You scoffed, throwing your hands up in frustration. "And what, show up just to see them together? Yes, that sounds like a dream come true!"

Ron crossed his arms, shaking his head. "You can't let them win," he said firmly. "So what if he's with Pansy now? In three months, he'll have broken her heart too."

"Ron!" Hermione hissed, elbowing him.

He shrugged, "I'm just saying."

Hermione turned back to you, "Ron's not wrong—about not letting them win, I mean. Just because Draco's a complete idiot doesn't mean you should miss out on the dance. You've been looking forward to it."

Harry nodded, finally speaking up. "You deserve a night to enjoy yourself. Don't let him take that from you."

Their words lingered in the air, leaving you torn between your pain and their encouragement.

"Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't go alone," you admitted, staring at the floor. "The ball is in two days—it's hopeless."

"And you don't have to go alone," Harry added. "I'm sure there's someone who would love to take you. Someone who actually deserves your time. And at the very least, it'll remind Draco what he's lost."

Ron smirked, "Now that would be a sight to see."

***

Pansy was right—going to the ball alone would be a bit humiliating. But you kept putting it off. The idea of asking someone just didn't feel right. You couldn't picture yourself enjoying the night with someone else while your thoughts were still tangled up with Draco.