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Draco was cursed. Today was the day he was finally going to confess his feelings to Potter, and it seemed that everything was conspiring to keep him from that goal.
It was the day of the 8 th year Halloween party. Draco had found out through the grapevine what Potter’s costume was going to be, and, in true dramatic fashion, had chosen his costume to match. He was going to use this very convenient opportunity to tell Potter that they made quite a pair. Or they belonged together. Or something. Draco was still working out the wording.
But while Draco had this exceedingly clever plan and was trying to get ready for tonight, everyone seemed to need his attention. Some lower years had gotten into a disagreement and wanted Draco to mediate. Professor McGonagall had summoned him for some last-minute Head Boy duties. Pansy wanted his opinion on her own outfit, but still ignored everything Draco advised. Even Blaise had asked his advice, but mainly wanted to show off his own exquisite attire.
As the evening drew nearer, Draco found himself running back to his dorms after yet another person demanded his time. He’d barely finished with them before realising he had almost no time to get dressed and ready himself. He ignored everyone else knocking on his door or calling his name and got himself primped and primed.
Minutes before the 8th year party was to begin, Draco was finished. He stared in the mirror, admiring himself. He looked immaculate as Bo Peep, the shepherdess from the Toy Story telly show that Thomas somehow got to play in the 8th year commons. Once Draco learned that Potter was going dressed as “the best Toy Story character”, which was obviously Woody, Draco knew he had to be Bo Peep, Woody’s love interest. It was just too perfect.
Draco walked out of the dorm, his dress taking up half the hallway with his ample petticoats. He used his shepherd staff to move aside anyone lingering in his way, like he really was herding sheep. He drew looks, of course, both scandalised and admiring, especially from the muggleborns who knew who he was.
Draco finally arrived at the party and looked for Potter, fully expecting to see a dashing Woody. Instead, he saw Potter dressed as a little green alien, with three eyes and one antenna atop his head, laughing across the room with Weasley, who was dressed as…Woody.
What. The. Fuck . Draco really was cursed.