Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince
Chapter 10 The Good Ol' Malfoy Charm
Draco's POV
I decided to pick up the shoes she left in desperation to get away from me. I think I actually scared her away. I mean, I know a lot of people are afraid of me, but I guess I never made the connection that I actually scared people. I honestly didn't mean to scare Mysterious Beauty; I can hardly call her mine now. Maybe I should have waited just a bit longer. I wish I'd caught more than just a glimpse of the side of her face. But, now that I think about it –about her- there was something familiar about those eyes… A mix of honey and cinnamon? No, more like chocolate…Merlin, I don't know how to describe them. I don't know exactly how to describe her that well at all. Only that she really was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of beautiful things…
I miniaturize the shoes and stick them in my pocket. Then I head over to Blaise to apologize. I wonder if anyone performed the counter-curse yet. Sure enough, there he is; sitting not too far from where we'd fought. Well, Draco, now's the time to practice your humility.
"Erm, hello, Zabini." Well that was a nice start…
"Hm. Malfoy." He says this as if we only have some sort of weak acquaintanceship. Oh, come on, Zabini! I was only trying to win a bet!
"I…er, wanted to…" Well, this is harder than expected. But then again, since when does Draco Malfoy need to apologize to people? "…I just wanted to say…" I let out a sigh of frustration. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" His face finally loosens up a bit as a smirk that could rival mine - could, not that it does - spreads across his face. What am I saying? Of course he's going to make me say it.
"Damn straight, homie," Oh, Merlin. Not the muggle-speak again.
Another sigh of frustration. "Alright, I'm sorry, okay?" I practically hiss it out; don't want others to hear the all-powerful Draco Malfoy actually say the word 'sorry' and be sincere in saying it.
"Yeah, I guess it's a'ight." What?
"It's…what?"
"It means we're okay, friend." Friend. Good.
"Good." I let out another sigh, but this one is of relief.
"So, how was it?" Huh?
"How was what, Zabini?" He rolls his eyes, as if the answer is obvious to everyone else but me. Hey, since when do I, of all people, get left out of things? I mean, come on, that has got to be a first.
"Well you obviously won the bet…I mean, the girl," he raises his eyebrows at me repeatedly. Really, and I was just starting to forget about her…Who am I kidding? No I wasn't. Don't think I could ever forget her…But how am I going to explain this to Blaise? To everyone, for that matter? I know! I'll just use the old Malfoy family trick – lie. Mixed with my family's other famous trait; charm, I should be able to convince everyone that I actually did win the bet…Oh, this is going to be fun. I just hope Mysterious Beauty doesn't find out…
"Well…you know how it is…wait, that's right, you don't! Haha! Because I won!"
"Alright, alright, enough gloating, mate. Go on, do tell how it was. Rather fast if you ask me, though…" Ooh, I can work with that…
"Well, I AM a Malfoy, after all. Blessed with the gift to please more women faster. Actually, I don't think she could quite keep up." That's it, Draco, just lay it on nice and thick.
"Well, yeah, but only twenty minutes, mate?" A crowd of guys, who I notice were the ones gawking at My Mysterious Beauty as she crossed the room with me, have gathered around to hear the juicy, and fake, details.
"Hey, it's me, isn't it?" This earns me knowing nods from the guys, whose faces look like they should know something but don't and are trying to hide it by nodding. That's always the safe way to go. I glance across the hall and see Father standing up from a bent-over position in front of the fireplace. He looks his usual relaxed self, but with a twinge of delight and uncertainty. Wonder what's wrong. I think I'll go find out. "If you'll excuse me, boys, I believe I have some business to attend to. I walk over to my father to ask if anything's wrong.
"Father, is something the matter?" I ask, putting on my best sweet-and-innocent five-year-old look.
Mind your own business, boy. And we'll be leaving in a bout an hour." I nod and turn back to ballroom. Well, an hour should be enough time to get a couple of actual shags in. Now, to find Pansy…