Hermione Zabini

Chapter Eleven

Hermiones pov

Today is the day. I was woken by Frankie popping into my room but instead of dropping off a timetable, she laid down my dress along with some heels and a small hand clutch. 

A sinking feeling is permanent in my stomach. I feel sick. I heave myself out of bed and over to the dress, on it a note was pined. 

Serafina 

You are not required to go down to any meals because this time should be spent getting ready for the ball. Draco Malfoy will pick you up from your room at 6pm. Use your time wisely and please don't wander off. This is to stop any injuries from being prevented. 

Awesome the only books I have in this room are the pureblood ones. I guess Frankie wasn't told to act as my alarm as it is currently 11am. I had a sort of lie in. I still have a good few hours to kill.

I think I will read those books later. I stand up and make my way over to my door and leave. Instead of going to Blaise's like I would've before, I knocked on Draco's door. 

'Come in.' I hear him calls. I enter and he is sprawled out across his bed with a book in his hand and a green apple that had a single bite taken out of it sat next to him. He sits up and smiles when he sees me. 

After last night I think we have confirmed a friendship.

'Serafina... morning.' He says casually placing the book down. He motions for me to sit on the edge of his bed. 

I notice he has a wizarding robes hung up with a clothing sheet over them. I smile at the thought.

'Are you busy today?' I ask. Draco's grin grows wider. 

'Wanting to spend time with me are you? I mean, I don't blame you, I am exceptionally handsome.' He says cockily and I burst out laughing and elbow his stomach. That was hard, very hard. My cheeks turn pink and he seems to notice. 

'I am free, yes. Blaise has a meeting with some of Alessandria's family or something.' Draco speaks and everything freezes. 

'Do you think-

'-I really hope not.'

We sit in silence both consumed in our thoughts. I pray to Godric above that Blaise isn't meeting with The Dark Lord. 

*

I suppose I should get ready now. I have 30mins before Draco comes to meet me. I had already tied my hair into a eleaborate bun with a few curls hanging down. I apply light gray eyeshadow and black eyeliner under my eyes, the idea was to give my eyes definition but not make it look like I have been punched in both eyes. 

I am told that my eyes are my best feature. That I also need to lose a bit of weight. 

I then walk over to my wardrobe where my dress was hung in a bag. I unzipped it and pulled out the dress. It was beautiful and very expensive. I notice that mother must have made changes as on the top layer of lace sat a row of diamonds. I probably wouldn't assume they were diamonds but then again 'Zabini's only have the best.' I think that spoke for iteself. 

I slip into the dress and tighten the corset. There we go, perfect, I can hardly breathe and my bust is much higher than it should be. Perfect. 

I then put on the silver heels and looked in the mirror. I look pretty.

But I feel horrible. This isn't me. Not at all. Not the heels, the dress or even the hair or makeup. This body isn't mine and name isn't mine. I am not me!

I am panicking now and am struggling to breath. I must of let out a straggled cry because Draco burst into my room. He took one look at the sinking me and walks over and wraps both arms around me. For the second day in a row we sink to the ground and I collapse into his chest. The only difference between now and last night, is that I am desperately trying to hold it together.