".," the obnoxious alarm sounded.
Camille reached over and pushed the snooze button, and rolled over to go back to bed. After about four or five times of ignoring the alarm, she finally woke up.
"I hate mornings," she mumbled to no one in particular. Camille's grandmother had been a muggle, and technically that made her a half-blood. Whenever she went to visit them they had muggle gizmos lying around, and she had gotten used to using them.
"Day one," she said, while getting ready. Picking some random clothing from her closet, she apparated to Diagon Alley. Camille, who had never been good with directions, got hopelessly lost and arrived a good forty-five minutes late.
The rest of the girls, who were dressed in posh clothes, gave the youngest girl disapproving looks.
Camille took a look around to see who else had been give the 'marvelous' opportunity to be a bridesmaid. Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Caroline Newman, Astoria's best mate, were all present.
"Finally!" Astoria scolded as she walked in from the dressing room; her cheeks red.
"Sorry, I got…uh…lost," she replied stuttering. Camille felt quite like a naughty child who had gotten caught with their hand in the pastry jar.
"Well hurry up next time! We were all waiting for you so we could try on dresses," the crazy bride snapped.
After a gruesome four hours Astoria had picked the bridesmaid dresses. Astoria, who wanted to make sure she wouldn't be outshined on her big day, had picked the ugliest dresses imaginable. The dresses were emerald green, and poufy. It came down to Ellie's thigh, and was strapless. The sour expression on the rest of the girls' faces showed they had a similar distaste for the dress.
"Well that's all for today girls. Don't forget to be here on Friday to help me pick out my dress," Astoria reminded them; staring daggers at Ellie.
"Well, bye Camille," she said in a dismissing tone. With that Astoria linked arms with the rest of the girls, and they walked off to some other store. As they were walking off, Ellie swore she heard her name being mentioned.
"Bitches," she cursed, and sent a rude hand gesture their way. Camille walked to the Three Broomsticks, deciding that she'd rather be there than home alone with her ice cream cartons.
She sat down at the bar, and flashed her ID quickly. Since the coming of age in America, where Camille was born, was different than it was in England, Ellie wouldn't get her father's money till she was 21; next year.
"A glass of firewhisky, please," she said to Madame Rosemerta, who was getting quite a few looks from the men at the other table. "If only Draco looked at me like that," she thought; sighing loudly, and chugging down her drink.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice came from the doorway. She was not in the mood for this.
"What do you want Blaise?" Camille asked the tanned boy standing in front of her. The two had never gotten along. Probably, because she and Blaise had to share Draco's attention span.
"Can't I just ask how my old friend, Camille, is doing?" he asked sarcastically.
"No. Now bugger off, I'm busy," she retorted. Camille knew she shouldn't act like a five-year old, but this boy was irritating.
"Good one. Now care to tell me why you're binge drinking at 1:30 in the afternoon?" he asked with a winning smirk on his face.
Blaise was the only one who knew about Camille's enormous crush on Draco, and surprisingly he had never told him. Who knew that Draco's best mate could keep a secret? For whatever reason, most of their conversations turned into arguments, which turned into hexing each other, which turned into a visit to the hospital wing.
Camille ignored his question and went back to her drink. Blaise pulled out a chair, and sat down right next to her.
"Can you take a hint?" Camille asked with a scowl.
"I thought since none of your fellow bridesmaids were talking to you—" he started to say.
"I don't care about them, and I don't care about you," Camille yelled. Her face red, and her blood boiling.
"Calm yourself, besides I'm glad I bumped into you. The Malfoy's are having a party to show off their new daughter-in-law and you need to be there,"
"Great, spending a night with Astoria, she's the best," I muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, forget about her. We all know she's annoying. She's a Greengrass,"
"Then why'd Draco choose her?" I questioned honestly.
"Because you never told him how you felt," he said with so much simplicity that there was an underlying "duh" in his tone.
"He liked me?" I asked cautiously.
"Obviously, I think you were the only person in Hogwarts to not know,"
"Great, so if I tell him now then I'm a home wrecker, and if I don't tell him then I'll never know what could have been," she thought.
Well? Liked it? Hated it? Let me know! I'm working on the next chapter right now and it should be out soon. Although don't cry if it doesn't. My teachers feel we have no lives, and my mother currently thinks I'm working on my English paper. Oops. Anyways. Review! Love you guys.
