amnesia | d.m.

chapter 12

a/n: this was one of my fave chapters to write!! i had fun with the dialogue hehe(:
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The morning before the Yule Ball was possibly the most unnerving. As I stared at my lilac colored dress I began to feel self conscious. Was it too much? Definitely not. Or maybe it was too flowy? The straps were about the width of two fingers but I still felt slightly exposed on my back and collarbones. The dress was mostly plain and simple except for the glitter scattering the remainder of the bottom half of the dress. It had been magically fitted to my size but I was still nervous to put it on.

I noticed Pansy enter the room making me flick my wand and tuck the dress away quickly in the small closet. Her eyes scanned the room as if she was searching for something then landed on me instead.

"Edwards. What are you doing up here?"

"Just a little nervous about tonight," I admitted. Pansy rolled her eyes as she walked and sat on her bed across from me.

"Tell me about it," she said making me look at her in surprise.

"You're nervous?" I chuckled.

"Yes." she snapped. "Believe it or not, I am. Malfoy may have asked me to the Yule Ball, but I'm still nervous. Nervous but excited, though." She grinned. I couldn't decide whether she hated me or not. I forced a smile on my face in response. I hadn't spoken to Malfoy since that day on the bridge. It was odd because ever since that day, he barely acknowledged me. Instead, he walked around with Pansy. Well, more like flaunted.

I hated to say it but I was slightly bothered. What happened to the Malfoy who enjoyed teasing me whenever I walked into the Common Room? It was almost as if ever since that day, we had a slight newfound respect for each other. Was it respect? Or awkwardness? I didn't feel like I hated him anymore though we barely shared a single word between each other.

I still saw him boss his friends around or occasionally spit something at Harry during Potions when I was away doing something else. It was this constant battle between bad or good. Was Malfoy like his father? Or was he just putting his usual guard up to cover up his own insecurities within himself?

It was strange but I didn't bother approaching him for anything, afraid that what we had between us right now would fade. I knew that I was more far along than receiving jabs of insults anymore, I knew I had cracked him open that day. I just didn't know how to do it again.

I also didn't know why it bothered me so much. Or why I even thought about it so much. Why did it bother me? I didn't care about him. Not like I cared about Terence. I spent most of my time with Terence nowadays. Though today in particular, we had agreed to not see each other until tonight. Something about the jitters of attending our first ball and seeing one another all decked up.

"Yes. I'm excited to dance. Professor McGonagall's lessons definitely paid off." I agreed.

Pansy snorted at my comment. "Sure, if the boys participated. You should've seen Malfoy, sitting there like a bump on a log the entire time." She groaned.

How could I forget? There wasn't a single boy in Slytherin who had volunteered at practicing during the dance lessons so the girls had ended up practicing with each other. Even Terence sunk down in his seat slightly when I ushered him to come practice with me. Unlucky for them, it was required to ask a girl to the Yule Ball.

Lately I had been so focused on studying for OWLs that I hadn't taken notice into who everyone's date was for the Yule Ball. That was definitely one thing I was looking forward to tonight.

"Right. We'll see how well they perform tonight."

"Knowing them, they've probably put a spell on their shoes to make them dance with grace," Pansy muttered with sarcasm dripping in her tone. A laugh escaped my lips making her shoot me a look of amusement.