Drapple

Zoella

I awkwardly got out from behind the chair and stood by Zoe, who was looking at me with her eyebrows raised.

"So are you going to tell me why you're hiding behind an armchair with brown hair and in a Hufflepuff robe?" she demanded.

"No?" I replied. It came out as a question instead of a statement.

"Draco," Zoe said in a warning tone.

"Fine," I sighed. "I was trying to disguise myself as a Hufflepuff student."

Zoe looked at me from head to toe and sighed. "Draco," she said. "Surely you know that that is the worse disguise in the history of disguises."

I shrugged, a little offended. "I was trying to steal my love back from Cedric."

Zoe looked at me evenly and then nodded a bit. "Ah, yes," she said. "That seems like a noble task. Cedric is, to put it simply, a douche."

"But then you caught me," I continued, tears beginning to brim at my eyes.

"Oh, Draco," Zoe said sympathetically and then after a bit, "What if I were to help you?"

"Help me?" I repeated blankly.

"Yes, Draco," Zoe said in annoyance. "Help you."

"But how?" I wondered aloud.

"Follow me," Zoe said and I walked with her to her dorm.

It had bright, polkadot wallpaper and four beds in either corner. Zoe had strewn fairy lights around her bed. For some reason there was a camera and tripod set up in front of her bed.

"I'm a beauty guru on this Muggle site called YouTube, you see," Zoe explained as she pulled out her trunk from under her bed.

I nodded, though I had no idea what on Earth she was talking about.

She opened the trunk, exposing all her make up. "I think I can make you look totally different."

"So ... You want to put make up on me?"

"Unless you don't want your apple back."

"Alright, yes," I said.

Zoe told me to sit on her bed, which I did.

She then spent the next half hour doing my make up, then handed me a mirror. I studied myself and was shocked at what I saw--I looked like a rather mousy girl, not the great and powerful Draco.

"Th--thank you," I stuttered.

Zoe nodded, looking quite serious as she did. "Ain't no thing," she replied, packing up her make up.

We both walked back down to the common room, when suddenly the door opened and a string of Hufflepuffs walked through.

Trying to be casual, I sat on an armchair and watched the throng. A few minutes later, someone who looked very familiar passed me.

Intently, I stared at him, watching him recount kissing someone.

After he had demonstrated on his hand, he bid his friends goodbye and walked up to his dorm.

I quickly stood up--it was time.