Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

10.

Hermione's dorm was warm and smelt like a mixture oak and lavender. It was beautifully organised, everything was placed so precise. The Gryffindors bed was made, her pillows had been fluffed. She had a candle lit in the corner, emphasising the smell of the lavender; also adding a cosy feel in the room. This girl had her life together.

I sat myself down onto her silky red bed, watching her in excitement.

"Right, I knew you wouldn't have a dress for tonight as you only just found out" she starts to say, "Which actually, was the plan" I look at her in confusion. "I wanted to surprise you with this dress" she smiles at me, her eyes filled with glory.
She whips out this elegant, gorgeous green dress. It was long and silky, and slightly sparkly. It was a plunge chest cut, and it looked like it would flaunt my figure perfectly, wrapping itself around me like a Christmas present. It had a cut off back, reaching to just the end of my spine, covering the rest of my lower back and legs. It had a sexy feel to it. I stared at her in shock.

"Oh my. Hermione, it's beautiful, I can't believe you got this for me!" I squeal at her, pouncing myself off her bed, messing up her tidy well-made sheets, and squeezing her tight with a hug.

She squeezed me tightly back. "You said you wanted to play Malfoy at his own game, so...I thought this would be brilliant. Once he sees you in this dress, he simply will not be able to resist you, Y/N!" she gleams.

I imagine the look on Malfoy's face when he sees me. I daydream of his jaw dropping slightly, his posture weakening at the sight of me, his jaw tightening and his legs moving around awkwardly, unsure of what to do around me. I want that effect on him, I want to memorise this boy. I want to be unforgettable. Hermione wanted this for me too, she secretly knew I felt something for Malfoy, no matter how rough he treated me; although she didn't think I deserved him, she liked to see him in awe at her friend, making him swoon, because after all, she cares.

The following hours we spent doing our makeup, whilst playing Muggle songs through Hermione's speaker. She blasted girly music. We occasionally grabbed our hairbrushes and used them as microphones, singing sillily to the songs, like we was performing our own Muggle concert.

I loved spending time with Hermione, I could easily class her as my best friend. It was really nice knowing I had a girl friend, someone I could turn to, because I don't have anyone like that in Slytherin. Hermione made me feel like the best version of myself, the kind aspects of me fluttered out when I was around her, she lets me believe in myself; that I am enough.

Hermione's makeup was outstanding. She had contoured her cheeks just the right amount, highlighted perfectly too. Her eyelashes stood out the most, they made her hazel eyes pop. It was strange seeing Hermione all dressed up. I was so used to seeing her in uniform everyday, no makeup, scruffy hair, usually very tired and worn out from all the homework she'd been up to. She had put her hair up into a high ponytail, which actually suited her and her bushy-like hair.  She decided to wear a flirty baby pink skin tight dress, which wasn't like her at all. If you'd said to me in first year that I would witness Granger in a skin tight dress, I would've simply laughed in your face. She wore these cute little white heels, not too tall at all, but they complimented her feet and legs very well. Overall, her outfit was stunning to me, and she looked like a fucking badass.

Hermione forgot to mention to me that she also purchased me some heels. She dug them out of her closet and revealed them.

Oh. My. Gosh.

They were everything and more. The heels were tall and thin. They were covered in glitter, and were a gorgeous midnight black. They reminded me of a clear night at Hogwarts, with the stars in the sky. My mother always calls me her star, because she says that I glow so bright, and that nothing can get in my way, that I am my own light in this massive Galaxy.

"Hermione, I love these so much, thank you, you have no idea how grateful I am for all of this" I boasted, with my palms connecting to my cheeks in joy.

I slipped into my silky dress and dazzling shoes and admired myself for a second in the mirror. I thought I looked amazing, not even going to lie and try and sound humble.
I had done my makeup very Slytherin-like, as Hermione described anyway. I decorated my eyes with winged eyeliner, to try and radiate a sexy vibe, and I also slid a nude lip-gloss on, making my lips appear plump and shiny.

After that, we was ready for the party. We quickly took a shot of Vodka out of a bottle Hermione had stole from Oliver Wood. We both knew we looked good, and we was so ready to have a good time. We needed it.

As we shut Hermione's door to leave, you should've heard our heels clink down the corridor floor, hurrying to the motive that awaits us.

A:N - I really enjoyed writing this Chapter :)) let me know what you thought.
Thank you so much to everyone who has read this so far!!
There's a lot more to come x