Revenge {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter 30

I've got to admit though, the pain in my chest has been slowly drifting away, for which I'm glad. I couldn't bare with it any longer, it made it so hard for me to get through my day. Sometimes it comes back, usually whenever I think too much about him...like I'm doing right now.

I heard Hermione gasp, snapping me out of my self destructive thoughts. I looked over to her, curious as to what caught her attention. She took out a beautiful blue dress, her eyes twinkling at the sight of it as a smile appeared on her face.

"It's beautiful" She breathed out, touching the soft shiny fabric with her fingers. I can tell by her reaction, that dress is the one for her.

"Go try it on" I encouraged her, smiling. She quickly nodded, before rushing towards the fitting rooms with the blue dress in hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at her excitement, before continuing to flip through the rack of dresses.

Just as I was about to move to another rack, my eyes caught sight of a particular gown. I furrowed my eyebrows in interest, taking the dress out of the rack and holding it up for a better view.

I felt my heart do a back flip as I scanned the beautiful gown up and down, a bright smile appearing on my face. Its rosé colored corset bodice hung from two thin spaghetti straps, followed by a floor length pleated tulle, which flowed gracefully as I moved the dress around. I smiled to myself, its perfect, absolutely perfect.

Without thinking it any further, I followed Hermione's steps into the fitting rooms, eager to see this dress on me.

There were at least five little cubicles, each divided with a purple cloth, facing towards a small waiting longe. It had two purple couches, divided with a small table sitting between them, along with a round purple carpet covering the wooden floor. It's a nice seating area for people to wait while their friend tries on clothes.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad, let me see" I heard an all two familiar voice say as I was about to walk inside an empty fitting room. I looked towards the direction of the voice, only to find Felix, his arms wrapped across his chest as he sat on the couch, facing towards the very last fitting room.

He hadn't noticed my presence yet, and so I quickly rushed inside the empty cubicle, closing the curtain behind me. I don't want to deal with Felix and his snarky remarks right now, not when I'm about to choose a dress for the Yule Ball. I've already got enough on my hands, I don't need him to add to the stress.

"See? It's too big on me" I heard Clover's voice say from outside, as I placed my tiny purse on the floor. So Clover's here too...I mean, that's not a surprise. Wherever Clover is, Felix follows, and viceversa.

I quickly slipped off my black turtleneck, before wiggling off my normal colored jeans and kicking off my black winter boots. I carefully took the dress off the hanger, slowly slipping it over my body. I don't know how fragile this dress is and I'd rather not break it while trying to put it on.

I heard Clover and Felix's muffled voices speak from outside, before Felix let out an annoyed groan. "Fine" He said, rather clearly. I tried not to chuckle at them as I tucked down the dress, they're always bickering like little children.

The dress fit perfectly, its fabric hugging my waist just right, along with its length. It reached the floor, which might get in the way as I walk, but I'm sure its nothing a pair of heels can't fix. I wonder if it looks as good as it fits.

There isn't a mirror inside the fitting room, so I eagerly walked out into the longe, desperate to see how the dress looks on me.

"Isabelle?" I heard Clover's voice say in surprise, only seconds after I walked out of the cubicle. I turned towards her, watching as she scanned me up and down in awe. She's wearing a beautiful golden gown, which looks absolutely stunning on her. I couldn't help but gape at the sight of her, how can a girl look so goddamn gorgeous without making any effort whatsoever?