Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

four

—Shopping and Chess—

Over the next couple weeks, the Triwizard Champions were chosen and they fought dragons.

I know. Crazy.

Of course Harry Potter just had to be special and was thrown in. How he did it, I don't know, but he claimed not to have done it. Not like anyone believes him.

No matter though. The ball was getting closer and closer and I still had nothing to wear.

I kept asking my dad to take me to a muggle shop to buy a nice outfit but he kept putting it off.

This ends now.

You may wonder why I would want to go to a muggle shop and I say: because they have more comfortable clothing I guess. I honestly just didn't want to go through any wizard shops that are always packed and you can't walk around without elbowing someone or having someone elbow you.

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon around one o'clock and I stomped into his classroom that he fortunately happened to be occupying.

"You're taking me to find something to wear to the ball. End of story. Let's go," I said.

He finished what he was writing and slowly looked up at me.

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around like that?" he asked.

I smirked, not showing the slight fear I felt, and said, "Your hormonal teenage daughter that is in need for some nice clothes for the ball."

"Why don'y you just write to your mother?" he said, bored.

"Psht! She'll just send me some frilly pink dress that barely covers my bum and six inch heals!"

He cringed at 'barely covers my bum,' and nodded. "Point taken. I'll take you. Let me finish this real fast. Go grab your cloak," he said waving me off.

We walked to Hogsmeade and apparated to a muggle shop in an empty dressing room.

We almost ran out of the store we landed in when we realized what they sold. It happened to be a lingerie shop...

After walking a few blocks, we came across a large dress shop that was filled with almost any dress imaginable.

As soon as I stepped foot in the shop, I started sifting through the dresses while my dad just stood there.

"Are you going to stand there or help me?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "What's your size?"

I shrugged and he raised a brow.

"What? I don't like dresses so I don't own any. Just eye it. If it looks like it'll fit, grab it."

"Any specific colours?"

"Nah. Whatever you think will look nice.

After absolute ages of searching, I found a blue dress with diamonds across the chest and a black one with long sleeves.

"Find anything?" I called.

"Just one!" I heard. He brought it over to me and held it up looking as though he has just been contaminated, but the dress itself was beautiful.

It was emerald green and was a type of lacy material. It also had a black belt around the waist and long sleeves that went three quarters down the arm.

I made an 'ooh' sound, snatched it, and ran to the dressing room.

I tried on the blue one first and let me just say that it looked absolutely, positively, horrid.

"I look bloody awful!" I shrieked.

"Let me see," he said as though he doubted that I actually looked bad.

I stepped out but his expression was unreadable.

"Blue never was your best colour," he said.

"Thank you for your honesty," I sighed, happy that he wasn't one of those men who told a girl that she looked good in everything. No matter what anyone says, there are some things that some girls just shouldn't wear.

I tried on the black dress next and it looked quite nice but not perfect. I stepped out a second time and twirled then said, "What about this one?"

He shrugged, "Looks nice."

"I need more female friends," is all I said and slammed the door behind me after walking back into the small chamber.

The emerald dress fit perfectly. It outlined my curves but was also modest. Just how I liked all my clothes. It fell down to by knees and reached up to my collar bone.

I loved it and even though I didn't see Draco in a romantic way, I was sure I'd blow him away in this. That being said, get your mind out of the gutter.

I squealed and leaped out of the changing room.

"This is the one I'm going to wear. Nice pick," I gushed, twirling.

He didn't say anything and I frowned.

"Do you not like it."

"No. I like it but Mr. Malfoy will also like it," he grumbled.

"I don't plan on doing anything but dancing. Jeez," I said, before turning into the dressing room to change back into the clothes I traveled there with.

I but the other dresses on the rack for the ones you don't want and dragged my dad to the counter.

—

Later that night, I sat in the common room with Draco, beating his ass at wizard chess.

"Did you finish the Charms essay?" I asked him, setting up the board.

"Hah. That's not due till after the break. I've got time," he laughed, picking up a couple pieces.

"Well when you do it the last minute, don't come to me and expect to copy."

"Fine. Hey, do you think Potter will survive the next task. I heard it's got something to do with the Black Lake," he said and started searching for a couple missing pieces.

"Hah. I'm surprised he even survived the Horntail. He isn't going to survive what's in there," I said, throwing the Knights and Pawns at him.

"I bet Krum is going to win," he said, moving a pawn after setting the pieces in place.

"I'll put all my money on Diggory," I said.

"That Hufflepuff?" he asked, motioning for me to make my move.

"I'm thinking and yes. He's really smart. He knows enough defensive spells to get through anything thrown at him," I said, also moving a Pawn.

"So does Krum."

"Krum doesn't go to Hogwarts. I like to support my school. Supporting Krum would be equivalent to supporting Ravenclaw at a quidditch match."

"Then why not Potter," he teased.

"Potter doesn't deserve to be in it. He wants attention. I hope he doesn't make it out of that lake."

"Those are dark thoughts, Issa," he said, staring at the chess board.

"I'm just sick of his shit. So, okay. He survived Voldemort's attack fourteen years ago. So great. It's kinda old now," I sighed.

He nodded, "I agree."

"Do you really want to finish this game? I'm super tired. I need sleep," I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Not really, even though we just started. Go ahead, I'll put the game away," he said helping me stand up.

I stepped forward and pulled him into a hug.

"Ninight."

Another poorly written, short, filler chapter but the next one isn't poorly written, short, or a filler so read on friends...