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sorry i'm slow with the updates so this is a long one as an apology
the only warning in this is that gregory goyle tries to make advances towards you. sorry :)
yes, yet another one direction inspired imagine.
BRUH AND WHY DOES TOM GO LIVE EVERY TIME I WRITE PLZ
tonight was another big party that fred and george weasley are hosting. all of the houses were invited and you couldn't be more excited to go. you love dressing up for any occasion, but especially these parties. they were held at weasley & weasley for 5th years and up. the ones at the twins' shop took place in the summer and during the school year they were held almost anywhere that the boys thought they could get away with.
tonight you were feeling extra good about yourself, so you went to the back of you closet and pulled out a dress you have never felt confident enough to wear. it was a long sleeved, off the shoulder, short sparkly black dress that went down to about the middle of your thighs and hugged your body perfectly. you straightened your hair and did your makeup. you walked past you mirror, and you weren't going to lie, you looked good.
you met up with your best friend, hermione, and made your way to the party. hermione was wearing a tight black skirt with a long sleeved cropped red shirt. her hair was straightened and she was wearing just a bit of makeup as well. it was safe to say that you were both feeling yourselves.
you make your way into the shop and are greeted by fred and george.
"hello ladies," they say in unison.
"ron and harry are just over there," george continues nodding his head in their direction.
"don't enjoy yourselves too much." fred says sending a wink your way.
you and hermione join ron and harry over at the makeshift bar that had been set up. somehow all of the twins' inventory was put away just for that night and back out the next day. you had no idea where it went, but after all, they are wizards.
"hi boys!" hermione says, greeting the two.
"he-" ron says turning around but unexpectedly chokes on air at the sight of how pretty hermione looked. they weren't dating and even at the mere mention of them maybe being together from either you or harry was enough to make them "gag", but you all knew that they had a thing for each other. your friend group was always good at figuring out who liked who. for example, the day that cho chang asked the trolley lady for pumpkin pasties ron, hermione, and yourself all looked at each other with a knowing smile after you saw the way that harry looked at her.
suddenly the party grew quiet. only the sound of the loud music and whispers littered over the shop. the four of you turn around to see what caused the sudden cloud of quietness to take over the once buzzing party. you look towards the door and low and behold, it's malfoy and his posse. yes, all houses were invited to the weasley's party but it was on rare occasion that groups of slytherins showed up, and when they did nothing but trouble came from it. harry got up to go talk to fred and george about something, more than likely to get them to kick the new partiers out.
you roll you eyes and divert your attention back to the bar in front of you. on the outside you looked annoyed as all get out but on the inside your belly was fluttering with butterflies. as much as you hated to admit it you liked draco, a lot. there was just something about the way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way he looked. it was captivating.
"this should be interesting." ron says turning back to the same direction you were facing. once it is figured out that they're not leaving the party slowly goes back to its energetic state.
