Must Be Nice

Cecile Carter was a very realistic person. She knew she was a very attractive girl. Saying it didn’t make her a conceited person, it was just how it was. Why should she deny it? Men fell over themselves to land a date with her. She didn’t have to do anything to deserve this attention; she didn’t go to Hogwarts, and she wasn’t famous. She was just Cecee… and she loved it.

It always baffled her when attractive people didn’t recognize how good they looked. Like her best female friend Hermione Granger. Hermione was a natural beauty and was totally oblivious to it. Okay, maybe she wasn’t completely oblivious but the way she was acting lately one would never know it. Ever since she broke up with that idiot Ronald Weasely she had been moping around like it was all her fault. She was the one that had broken up with him but he had broken her in ways that Cecile couldn’t even understand. Hermione was beginning to come into herself but her self confidence still had a ways to go. Ron Weasely would get his one day, she just had to sit and wait.

At the moment Cecee was stretching out her legs in the family room of the apartment she shared with Hermione on campus. She was just finished working out some choreography with Blaise and she was exhausted. Her face broke into a small smile as she thought about Blaise. He was one of the few guys that were immune to her charms. It was just as well, he was one of her closest friends and she didn’t want to lose that for anything. It had never been easy for Cecee to make male friends and she was keeping the ones she did manage to make. As she though about the two men in her life her smile broadened. She certainly did well for herself in male friend department. One, in addition to being a student was a full time male model; while the other spent his time being a successful business man.

Cecee was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the apartment door shutting. She turned to see Hermione toss her gym bag in her bedroom and continue towards the couch she was currently stretching near.

“I’m going to go ahead and guess that your session with Draco didn’t go well,” Cecee asked as Hermione lay facedown on the couch.

Hermione turned her head to face her. “I am exhausted, physically and emotionally. He refuses to say more than a few words to me at a time. I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, putting together choreography is hard enough but having to choose music and lyrics too, is just crazy. We’ll have to work on this everyday just to finish within a month. I don’t know why Nina would put us together; she must’ve known that we couldn’t work together!” Hermione looked as if she was going to cry.

Cecee rolled her eyes. Hermione had a tendency to get upset wherever Draco was involved. “Hermione, dear, I think you are being a little dramatic,” she said.

“A little dramatic? Do you know what it is like to be speaking to someone and have them only give you one-word, or maybe two, if I’m lucky, answers? And then that is only part of the time! The rest of the time it is as if he isn’t even listening to what I’m saying because he won’t even answer my questions. But I know he is because he’s looking right at me!”

Cecee furrowed her brow. Draco didn’t normally act like that, but then Draco and Hermione’s relationship wasn’t exactly normal. Maybe she would have to have a talk with him for the millionth time. “Maybe he’s still angry about what you did to him.”

Hermione sat up abruptly on the couch. “Yeah, maybe, expect for the fact that I didn’t do shit to him! He was the one to completely cut me out of his life without an explanation or anything!” She leaned back onto the couch resignedly. “I can’t believe you are taking his side on this.”

Cecee stopped stretching and tucked her legs under her. She hated seeing her friend upset, especially when it was another friend that made her that way. “I don’t have enough information to choose sides, Hermione. I mean, what did you do to try and get him to speak to you again?”

Hermione looked confused. “What do you mean? I hadn’t seen him for months and the first time I see him he turns his back on me. Why should I have done anything? He was acting like an ass and I wasn’t going to beg him to talk to me. I just thought he would get over it and move on.”

Cecee looked at her for a moment trying to figure out the best way to put what she had to say. “Well it seems to me that you didn’t really value his friendship every much if you didn’t even care enough to see what was bothering him. Maybe it was for the best.”

Hermione jumped up from the couch, eyes filled with anger. “Fuck you Cecile. You know nothing about my friendship with Draco or what’s best with me.” With that said she stormed into her room and slammed the door.

Cecee sighed running her hands through her hair. Luckily, she wasn’t offended by what Hermione said in the least. In the heat of the moment people tend to say things that they didn’t mean. This happened between her and Hermione often enough. In a few hours everything would be ok again.

She stood up feeling her back crack a few times. First, she would take a shower and then, she would go talk to Blaise.

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