This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter eighteen

I wasn't going to try and dress all fancy or pretend to be someone I wasn't but since I made Hermione get my dress, I noticed we had different ideas of how the night was going to be like. Hermione got me this burgundy red dress. It had a slit going from my thigh down. She also got me golden heels, HEELS. Since I didn't look at what she had gotten me until just now, thirty minutes before the damned ball, I realized I was stuck with it. As I put the stupid dress that clung to me on I made it my all to glare at Hermione, who was already ready. "It looks good on you!" She says happily. I pulled the strapless part up more, hating my shoulders being bare the more I wore it. "Come on, it's one night." Hermione sighs when I wouldn't speak. She knew what I told her; simple, black, flowy. THIS WAS NONE OF THOSE THINGS. "Okay, fine. I didn't listen but you look hot!" Hermione pouts. I put the heels on and swirled my wand, my hair and makeup instantly being done. "I thought you weren't going all out?" She says, noticing my flawless makeup and hair. "Well, you got me the dress...I'm going to accept my stripper dress." I tell her. "It is not!" She gasps. I glare and go down the stairs, her following. "It is, I look like...like...a slut!" I exclaim and when I look away from her I realize everyone was staring, especially Fred. "You look amazing, not a slut." He tells me. My cheeks go red and I mutter a thank you as he takes my hand in his and leads me away. When we get to the dance floor, the night flew by. I didn't focus on my dress being too tight, or if Hermione is my sister, I didn't focus on Elliot giving me protective glances all night to get people from looking too long. I focused on Fred and I. As the night came to an end, I wanted to tell him. I felt he would understand but at the end of the night when we were standing in front of our dormitory stair case, I knew it wasn't possible. "I had a wonderful time." He tells me. I nod and agree. He leans in, and I lean in. As our lips met I knew they would always be familiar, and the dream was in my head once more.