After my little cry session in the arms of my brother and my best friends, Hermione and I decided to go get ready to wow Fred. We were walking silently while I was wiping the last of my tears when we ran into Draco again.
"Hey Holly, I saw what happened in there. I was going to come to see if you were okay earlier but you seemed like you were having a moment." Draco comforts. I don't say anything but throw my arms around him and hug him tightly, the tears threatening to spill again. He sighs into my shoulder, and Hermione rubs my back comfortingly. "I promise you'll get him, okay?" I pull away and he kisses my forehead and wipes my tears.
"See you tonight, for real this time." I joke.
"See you tonight." Hermione and I part ways with Draco, and she immediately grabs my arm.
"He so has a crush on you!" She squeals. I roll my eyes.
"I know, 'Mione. He knows how I feel about Fred and he knows I only want to be friends." I explain. She shrugs. We make it back to the dormitories and I take the longest, and hottest shower I have ever taken. Not to mention I did it with the lights off and my favourite sad songs bellowing throughout the bathroom. I was lying down in the tub letting the water pour over me when my music suddenly stopped, and the lights flicked on.
"Holly you need to get out of the shower. Its been an hour." Hermione says strictly. I whine as she magically stops the shower and pulls the curtains back from behind the door. I groan.
"Hermione! I'm cold!" I whine even louder. She waves her wand and I'm suddenly standing on the bathroom mat. She said the Hot-Air charm incantation proudly, completely drying me off and warming me up at the same time. She waved her wand again, and a house rob wrapped itself around my body. Hermione stomped in the washroom when it was safe to do so, dragging me out into the main part of the dorm and sitting me on the bed.
"Pull it together, woman!" She lectured. "You're not going to make Fredrick jealous by moaning out your sad songs in the shower!" I chuckle at the word moan, and she gives me a 'seriously?' look. "You're exactly like the boys." She pinches her fingers to the bridge of her nose.
"How much time do we have left to get ready?" I ask. Hermione seems happy by my sudden interest in getting ready.
"Three hours. Why?"
"Perfect. I have time for a nap!" I say happily, snuggling under my covers.
"NO!" Hermione's voice bellows throughout the room. The covers fly off me and she grabs me by the robe, dragging me rather harshly to the bathroom. "If you won't get ready yourself, I'll do it for you." She says determinedly. I laugh.
"Oh come on, Hermione, you can't force-" Hermione cuts me off by magically tying ropes around my body that tie to the floor, so I can't move. I struggle for a few seconds, trying to get out of Hermione's magical grip.
"Actually, I can. Let's start with hair, shall we?" Hermione claps her hands together, a hair curler and brush appearing. I groan. This is the last thing I wanted to be doing right now.
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"Holly, you look stunning!" Lavender beams at me. I yawn slightly. Hermione allowed me to nap while she worked on my appearance. Let me tell you, it was so hard to fall asleep standing up.
"Why thank you, Lavender. I'm still waking up so my appearance really hasn't had a tole on me yet. I peered in the mirror, my appearance shocking me. Hermione somehow managed to get me out of my robe and put me in my dress without waking me up and she tied it perfectly to flatter my body. I put my hand over my mouth in shock. "Hermione, I look beautiful, thank you!" I praise.
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Never Second Best
FanfictionHolly Potter was the older sister of Harry Potter. Voldemort never tried to kill her. He didn't even pose a threat to her. She presumes he doesn't even know she exists. Which also means, most of the wizarding world doesn't know who she is. Naturally...
