Not a First Name Basis
As long as I’ve been alive, I’ve always been pretty successful when it comes to the ladies-department. I am not quite sure why though, I have a decent face…But when it comes down to my body…Ugh. I feel bad for whomever my Father forces me to marry. Can’t be easy to produce an heir when your husband is a fatass. The only reassurance I have is time. I have three years to lose fifty pounds, three years to do enough skincare to look a little above average, three years to be happy with the way I look.
Father is always extremely encouraging when it comes to my looks, but I can tell in his eyes that he thinks I could do better. You see, most Malfoys’ are overwhelmingly handsome and fit. My dad is pushing fifty and he still has a six-pack! While he’s got attractive abs, I’ve got wimpy flabs. It’s disappointing. Father has asked me on several occasions to attend our gym with him, but I always decline—Feeling too intimidated. I don’t want him to find out just how weak I am. I couldn’t even beat Pansy at arm-wrestling. Do you understand how utterly humiliating that is? It’s bad.
This year Harry Potter has looked more fit than ever. It’s completely unfair. I have run around the manor more times than I can count, and he’s probably been off chasing centipedes…Or whatever he does in his free-time. His hair is also at the most delicious length, just the right amount of messy. And I’m not saying this in a gay way, I’m just observing. Oh, and of-bloody-course he had to get accepted into the tournament this year. Stupid Potter. At least we get a dance this year though. Oh God…We have a dance this year! I’m going to have to wear form-fitting clothing. Oh. God. I haven’t worn anything tight in the slightest since second year. If anybody says anything about my body, I’m going to have to hex them, end of story. Oh, but I truly hope they don’t.
Okay…So I have until Yule to slim down a bit. That leaves me about four months. Fuck. I guess I have a few hours until curfew, I suppose I could run some laps around the Quidditch Pitch. I might have to eat an energy bar though, I’m kind of dizzy at the moment. It won’t defeat the purpose of working out if it’s healthy, right? You know what, I’m not going to take that chance.
When I get outside, I walk directly into the finest man I have ever laid eyes on. Fuck, he must be from Beauxbetons.
“Watch where you’re going.” I softly mutter.
“Say that again when you aren’t drooling.” That evil man laughs.
“Excuse me—I’ve got things to do, places to be.” I roll my eyes. If he’s going to be a dick, I refuse to let his looks blind me. But God, I wish I had his body.
“Rude!” He laughs, “I’m Raphael, what about you?”He asks in a thick french accent.
“I’m Malfoy, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I had places to be.”
“Oh, I didn’t doubt that. But maybe I could join you? I haven’t really met anybody interesting here until now. And Malfoy you say? Do you happen to have a first name with that?” Raphael smirks. Ha! The audacity!
“No, I don’t actually. And I hardly believe you’d enjoy accompanying me on a run, I’m pretty fast, you know.” I reply with a smirk of my own.
“Okay, Malfoy,” He says my name with such delicacy, “I’m sure I can keep up.” He steps closer to me.
“Fine. Come along if you must. But try not to distract me—Fitness is important to me.” I retort.
He looks me up and down, “I can tell,” I flush, I should have never mentioned working out to him, now he’s making fun of me.
“Hey, no, Malfoy! I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I mean it! You look good!” He tries to convince me as I’m walking away.
“You aren’t allowed to join me anymore. Leave me alone.” I say, trying to repress my tears.
“Malfoy! I’m serious! I was flirting with you. You’re cute! I’m sorry if I assumed wrong in thinking you were gay. I’m cool with just being friends. Why don’t we go on a run? Come onnnnn. It’s miserable staying here without any friends.”
I stop walking away when I hear what he said. He thought I was gay?? He was flirting?? Is this what my life has come to?? I’m going to have to say something now. Shit. “Um. Okay,” Is all I come up with.