• gryffιndor • under heavy editing

10. Expectations and Reality

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

We all make our way to the Gryffindor portrait and enter. We bring snacks and drinks and just have fun. When we were starting to settle down, the Fat Lady was yelling at someone.

I walked towards the portrait to check who's outside, and see Malfoy. Great, just what I needed.. He's not wearing the Quidditch robes anymore and he looks angry.

"L/N, I need to have a word with you." he says coldly. I sigh quietly, trying to not offend him. My feet walk out of the portrait hole and meet Malfoy's grey orbs.

I suddenly fall silent, feeling captured inside a snake's grip, unable to get away. He pushes me and my back hits the cold wall. "Why did you say such thing in Quidditch?" he asks, searching for an answer.

I swallow. "You played dirty in a stupid way, so I played dirty in a smart way." I express my comment. He mumbles something like; "You have no idea what you've done." or that's what I just heard.

He steps closer to me, his hard gaze fixed on me. "Do you understand how much damage you've created?" his voice dangerously calm. My gaze hardens, but I don't answer back.

"Swallowed your tongue now
L/N?" he takes a step closer. There's a knot in my stomach and I silently pray for Fred to help me, like the big brother he pretends to be.

The portrait opens again and Ginny walks out, but doesn't notice us, because she turned the other way, opposite of us. I and Draco look at her back, while she increases her distance.

Malfoy returns his attention on me and I cross my arms. "Say, L/N, I have a question for you." he says, his attitude suddenly fading away and now an evil smirk is playing on his lips.

My mind races, as my breath is getting heavier. "What do you want?" I hiss. "Will you be my date at the Yule Ball?" he asks, while Fred and George step out of the portrait.

My cheeks heat up, as I feel very uncomfortable, having my best friend and crush watching me talk to Malfoy.

"Malfoy.." says George with gritting teeth. My heart aches, seeing him so much angry. I look back and forth between the two males. Malfoy has the smirk still on his lips, looking proud and George glares at him like a lion ready to tear him apart.

I step in front of George, with a soft glare. He looks down in my
E/C orbs and his expression softens. I glare inside the portrait, to see the Golden Trio, watching the whole thing.

Hermione looks at me, instantly realising my request. He takes George and Fred inside, giving me privacy.

"Look, Draco.. I would answer now, if I had thought about it. But give me some time to decide.. No disrespect, but give me some time. The Yule Ball is in three days." I explain. I secretly want George to ask me, but in case he doesn't, I'll go with Malfoy..

He nods, heading towards the dungeons. I sigh, tears threatening to fall, as my mind races.. What if George won't ask me..?

I enter the portrait and hear hushed arguing. I don't show myself, but stay hidden behind the corner.

"Do you realise why?!" says Hermione in a scolding tone. "I don't! Why don't you explain Hermione?" George answers, giving emphasis to her name.

"If you don't ask her to the Yule Ball, then the chance between the two of you will disappear into thin air!" she explains. My eyes widen.