A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!
Evie POV
Walking back into the castle, I could almost taste the fluster of magic that buzzed and whizzed through the air, creating a shimmering sphere that coated the entire complex, shooting nearly three feet higher than the Astronomy tower itself. It was fascinating, to say the least.
Everyone was excited; boys, girls, ghosts, professors. All of them were chattering, like a bunch of pre-schoolers, and it was mesmerizing to watch. The biggest exasperation with the students as a whole was that they didn't have dates. The Ball itself was an accumulation of all of the years; from first to eighth, and it was going to be a travesty.
I could already see it happening.
Something had to go wrong tonight, and I had a foreboding feeling that it was going to result in some horseshit happening to me. It always fucking did in the end, anyway.
I hadn't even decided on the dress I was going to wear, honestly. I could pick one of the three that Ci-Ci have me, but I didn't want to wear any of them. They were too pretty for me to waste on such a trivial night, but I didn't really have anything else to wear, and it was driving me crazy.
The pastel yellow dress complimented my frame, whereas the navy one made my skin glow from the inside out. I found that the pale peach might have been my favorite, though, as it was just so innocent looking. It made my eyes brighter, and my skin feel and seem clearer, so if I were to wear any of them, it would be that one.
For the eighth time in the last half an hour, I stole a quick look at the aforementioned dress that sat prettily in my closet, and I felt a sharp rap on my shoulder alert me to Pansy's annoyance. She cried, exasperatedly, "Come on! I need you to help me with my hair, please, Evie! This is serious!"
I grinned to myself, and turned on my spot on the bed, and crossed my legs, a little. I asked, fingering my wand in my hand, "How do you want it?"
She pursed her slightly glossy lips, and said, thoughtfully, "Up in a bun, with those thin, pearl pins along here and here in sequential order."
"Alright," I said, absentmindedly, wondering how in the world this girl was trusting me enough to take a wand to her head. "Let's give it a go."
Silently, I waved my wand, the tip angled to face her scalp, and I imagined the magic occur before it actually did. The thick colorless smog flew from the tip of my wand and caressed her hair, before pulling and tugging at her ash blonde strands, into the style that she wanted. A few moments later, the assembly of pure energy dissipated in the air and Pansy shrieked in joy at her reflection.
"I love it, I love it!"
Dully, I replied, "I gathered. Don't you have a dress to be, you know, wearing?"
She scoffed, and rolled her eyes in my direction before answering, seriously, "We've got an hour left.. Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
I chuckled, quietly, and said, "I guess," and slipped off of the bed and into the bathroom for a quick shower, a fresh pair of elegant black underwear in one hand and a towel I the other.
Once I was finished, I brushed my teeth, and washed my face clear of any grime that collected throughout the day. I rubbed a glob of lotion onto my skin, and slipped on the underwear; an uncomfortable black thong and a strapless brassiere. I pulled on a robe, and tied it in a pretty bow at my right hand side, and padded back into my bedroom.
After the treatment earlier this afternoon, my hair was thicker and easier to handle. I pulled it over one of my shoulders, and pulled a comb through the ends, catching on next-to-no knots and I walked over to my closet, and pulled it open, and asked, "Which dress should I wear?"
She glanced up and squealed, shrilly, "These are gorgeous!"
She ran her fingers over the material of the dresses, and said, "I wish I had some of these! Blaise's mother has amazing taste."
There was about five minutes of general silence, before she made her decision. And it made my smile grow even larger. She said, with certainty, "This one."
"Great choice," I sighed, cheerily, "Can you do my hair and makeup for me?"
"Sure, doll."
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Draco POV
Blaise and I ended up having to get dressed in the Slytherin dungeons because Pansy forced us out of own our quarters, because Evelyn and her need their 'girl' time. I scoffed, lightly, at the thought, but we let them, because, well, Evie deserved some time to spend on herself.
This Halloween Ball was going to be the end of my sanity, I swear. It was irksome, to say the least.
I didn't like having to socialise with the caricature scum that called Hogwarts their home. It was a pathetic waste of my valuable time that I could, in theory, be spending with the love of my life.
Because the Ball was obligatory for all students, we had to attend, especially considering we are rather well-known, somewhat popular students. Evie was quickly becoming the school's new shiny toy, and I didn't like the attention she was on the receiving end of from a few of the more primitive pupils I was forced to call House mates.
They knew, though, that if one of them lay a hand on her, I would be the end of them and their family name. I was a ruthless Malfoy, through and through, and if they thought that they would get away with anything, they were sorely mistaken.
Both Blaise and I were donning similar outfits. Mine; a tailored fit, black twill suit, with a two button fastening along my middle, and the breast pocket had a ivory handkerchief poking out, slightly, and the tie was a deep red, and covered with systematic, white, small polka dots along it.
Blaise, on the other hand, was decked out in pure obsidian, his bow tie perfectly straight and his suit jacket fitting his form flawlessly, and the jacket of his suit tailored to suit his broad, physically robust form.
Instead of slicking back my hair, like my father would probably prefer, I left it out naturally, the way Evie loved, and Blaise did the same, his dark locks falling into his indigo eyes, giving him an eerily magnificent aesthetic.
His cheekbones were softer than my own sharper angular features, however he looked equally as assertive and powerful. I wondered, idly, if Evelyn would like what we were wearing.
Clasping my hands together, I chewed on my bottom lip, and asked, apprehensively, "Why is she taking so long?," from my spot reclined against a column at the base of the Grand Staircase.
We had been waiting for Pansy and Evie for the last fifteen minutes, and every passing second, I was getting more and more antsy. Blaise, on the other hand, was practically calm incarnate. He didn't even seem phased by her apt lateness, and he had always been a stickler for punctuality. He was worse than I was when it came to being on time. He grinned, lazily, his indigo eyes flashing under the dull lighting, and he drawled, "She's with Pansy, you know how she gets sometimes."
Theo chuckled, and stepped out of the darkness, and said, "Don't I know it."
He was dressed in a smart, form-fitting deep navy amalgamation of cloth and material, a crisp white shirt, and a pale blue tie noosed around his neck. We could hear the pulsating music from the Great Hall's open entrance, and I groaned, at the sound of pure happiness that echoed from the area. Theo groaned, "Those kids are going to be the death of me, tonight."
"Well I would hope not, babe," Pansy's delicate lilt echoed through the air, filled with mirth. "I'd hate to waste such a delectable outfit."
All three of us craned our necks upwards to look for the ash blonde lady, and I couldn't help but smirk at her attire.
She looked great, as per usual.
Her hair tied up in an elegant bun, and a pretty cream dress with a keyhole neck and a beaded waistline. She angled her body to the side, and I could see a knee-high split up her leg. I could almost hear Theo's heart stutter in his chest at the sight of his girl, and he whooshed straight past us, ignoring everything else but her.
She walked down the stairs, and met him halfway, and they did that typical romantic, love-y dove-y, couple kiss, where he span her on the spot, his arms wrapped around her petite waist.
"You look beautiful, love," he sighed, and Blaise and I glanced away, trying not to interject in on their special moment together.
"Damn.. Can I get a little bit of love?," I heard Evie's sarcastic, yet adorable voice ask, and as I turned to her, I couldn't hold back the deep, feral groan that vibrated from the more carnal part of my being, the more aggressive and possessive piece of me that I try to keep tamed, for Evelyn's sake more than my own.
She was breathtaking.