salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

slug club ball

Electra's dress is above ^^

"What about this one?"

"Yeah, yeah. Looks great on you,"

"Well, what about this one?" Electra emerged, for the millionth time, out of the changing room curtains in a new dress. Each one she'd tried on, she'd gotten the same vague response from Draco. Consisting of; "Nice", "Great", "Good" or "Pretty". But this dress that Electra had tried on was completely different from the rest; it wasn't tight, short or black and she was sure that this would catch his attention.

The two of them were in a dress store at Hogsmeade, Electra had dragged Draco dress shopping that weekend for the Slug Club Ball, despite Draco's pestering about how it was until the end of the month and she didn't need to go all out for it; especially for Ron Weasley.

"What about this one," she stepped out in a yellow, lace midi dress. The top half of the dress hugged her body nicely, accentuated her waist and cupped her breasts nicely. The skirt of the dress flowed down to her mid shins, the pale, yellow lace contrasted against her dark skin.

"Yeah, looks grea-" Draco began, before actually looking up from his knees and seeing the dress. His face dropped when he saw it. "What on earth are you wearing?" She looked down, twirling and twiddling with the skirt.

"Don't you like it?" she asked looking back up, his face remained in a confused and shocked state.

"Of course not! Look at it!" his arms flung out at her and he looked at her like she was stupid. She turned to look in the full length mirror, her small and skinny figure stared back at her; She thought she looked great. She scrunched her bare footed toes in the carpet awkwardly.

"I like it." she replied simply, Draco's figure appeared behind her in the mirror. She looked at him through the mirror and he looked at her back.

"Urm...it's bright yellow!"

"And?"

"Well...well, you don't wear yellow! You wear black! Sometimes you were dark green... or purple!" he added in realisation, pointing to her deep plum coloured blouse she was wearing before, it now laid on the chair. "I mean, your nipples are basically out!" he cried once more, not letting her get a word in. She peered down at the top, the lace had a nude slip underneath so her nipples weren't visible. Draco was just trying to make excuses now.

"I mean, what would you even wear with that?! Your boots?" he cried again, not letting her get a word in.

"Well...no, I'd get some sandals. Some heels maybe-"

"Sandals?! You don't wear sandals!" he shook his head and laughed as if she had gone mad.

"I know Draco, but I wanted to try something different! All the other dresses I tried on were the same black, purple, velvet materials. This dress is bright and lacey and... pretty. I never dress pretty," she concluded, Draco's face was in its usual dead, straight, emotionless form. He then left the small fitting room without a word, leaving Electra stood awkwardly in the dress.

She got changed, clutching the dress in her arms and close to her chest. As she came out of the fitting rooms she saw Draco leaning agents to cashier desk, his face remained the same. She stood awkwardly for a while and then began to walk over to wear she had found the dress to put back where she found it, when Draco grabbed the dress out of her arms and put it down in front of the cashier. Electra's eyes widened in surprise and Draco noticed this.

"Well this is the one you wanted, isn't it?" he said dumbly to here. She nodded hastily and allowed a small smile on her face. She began to open her bag to get out her purse, but Draco beat her to it and tossed some coins onto the desk.