Slytherin Tears

36. You Love Her

Lena Jeramey

"Where are you taking me?" Jaden pulls my arm to stand at the entrance of The Great Hall. "Jaden, we already had breakfast." I groan, just wanting to cuddle or something.

He softly chuckles, "This is the place where we met-" he looks around, moving to the exact spot we both stood. "Now, here is where we first met."

I felt my cheeks go pink, slightly laughing at his nervousness, "Mhm, I remember that." I tease.

He smiles, locking hand with hand, "You were so nervous as so am I right now." he looks down, hiding his red cheeks before looking back at me, "And after everything that's happened to the both of us," he points at his scars on his face that won't go away, "we always stayed together."

He pulls a flower from behind his robe, knowing he did magic, "So, Lena Jeramey." he clears his throat, "Will you encounter me on this special night, and be my princess to the ball?"

I couldn't contain my smile, already blushing red. His nervousness made it better, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

He smiles. Pulling me by my back, closer to him. Feeling the softness from his kiss, while I place my hands on his cheeks. The feeling of everything being perfect. Way too perfect.

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Rowan Bailey

I wait for Lena, already being way too long. We're supposed to be dress shopping right now, but when is she ever not late?

I look at the dresses from the window. From floral, sparkly, and plain. Every dress was different but so special.

I wanted the perfect one, already having the perfect date. I still couldn't stop but smile at what he said 'his dream girl'. It's what I hear his voice say on repeat in my head.

I wanted nothing more but to say 'I love you' to him, but it's too soon, right? I've said it before, but never meant it this way. I mean, we're still not dating. As much as I would want to, I know he wants to be the one to ask.

I jump at the sound of a voice next to me, making it be Leo, "That one would look good on you." he points at a red dress with small floral detailing.

I nod, not looking at him; not giving him satisfaction. My arms crossed, feeling my nails dig in my arms.

He chuckles, coming closer down to my ear, "Don't tell me you're ignoring me?"

I clench my jaw, wanting him gone already.

"And don't tell me you'll be going with Draco," he chuckles, but I still don't give him a reaction, making him stop to look at me again, "Are you?" he asks.

"Why were you at the Malfoy's?" I ask, still not looking at him, "I've been there almost every day of my life, so why is it I saw you that night?"

"My father."

I frown my eyebrows, "Huffman?" never hearing that last name before.

He scoffs as if I'm stupid, "That's not my real last name."

I look at him. Blue eye's meeting with mine. Brown light hair, slightly messy. Lips, smirking.

"What is your real last name, then?"