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Quote belongs to Clueless (Paramount, 1995)
Self-conscious (adj.)
Feeling undue awareness of of oneself, one's appearance, or one's actions.
Draco's tired silver eyes stared at the computer screen, trying to remember which events had made him feel so "embarrassed, uncomfortable, uneasy, and awkward", as the muggle website had put it. Draco recollected his thoughts. In the past 24 hours he had: a) asked his nemesis named Harry Potter to the dance in front of half the school (swearing at him in the process), and b) loudly asked the boy to address him by his first name.
Oh yeah, and after Harry had said yes he had gone down the corridors screaming about his spectacular gayness for all to hear.
But those things would have to wait. For now he wanted to make good use of the ten minutes he had to spare before breakfast started and relive the remaining marshmallowy, gooey feelings he had about Harry. He said yes, Draco repeated over and over again to himself. Years of teasing, harassment, and sabotage equalled a date to the Yule Ball. None of it made sense to Draco, but nevertheless he was content.
"Wake up pretty boy!" A scratchy voice shouted in his ear. Draco bolted upright, immediately wiping the dreamy smile from his countenance.
"Crabbe, what the hell?" Draco asked furiously. 'Pretty boy' was a standard nickname his so-called friends used for him. He usually didn't mind it. After all, it was a pretty accurate description of himself considering his meticulous grooming habits including using excessive amounts of hair gel and nearly losing it when a spot of dirt marred any one of his prized navy blue velvet button up coats or sweaters. But today the term seemed derogatory when put next to his newly solidified gay identity.
"Jeez, man. I was just tryin' to wake ya up for breakfast!" Crabbe replied, shaking his head. Draco's expression softened.
"Crabbe, I'm gay." he said. Crabbe stared at him for a moment, then laughed.
"Did ya hear that Goyle? Our Draco's a cakeboy! A disco dancin', Oscar Wilde readin', Streisand ticket holdin'-" Goyle yelled from the bathroom.
"Okay, Crabbe, we get it, he's gay! Quit tryin' quote those Muggle films!" Crabbe ignored him.
"Well, then ya really are a pretty boy!" Crabbe crowed as he slapped Draco on the back and hugged him. Draco smiled at the teasing comments.
"Loud and proud." he pronounced as he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.