Slytherin's Head Boy
Draco Malfoy was plotting revenge. He had had it in for Harry Potter since their First Year at Hogwarts. Draco had hoped that Harry would be sent away from Hogwarts. If they wouldn't do it, Draco would. He wasn't going to kill Harry, (A/N: we'll see about that.) but he wanted him gone.
"Crabbe, Goyle, we are going to go do some research about our friend Harry. I have no doubt that we'll have no trouble finding him in a book."
Crabbe and Goyle hurried after Malfoy sniggering, on their way to the library.
"Hermione, you're brilliant!" Harry commented after she had aced another Transfiguration final. Hermione and Ron were running after him, sown a hall, on their way to the Gryffindor common room.
" Tirwolf Gall." Ron muttered to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
" How did you both do?" Hermione asked.
" B+" said Harry
"B-" complained Ron.
"Ron, honestly, its quite easy really."
Ron looked embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione turned red as well.
They all sat down in the common room, and chatted a bit more.
Hermione picked up a flyer that had been given out by McGonagall.
She eyed a notice attached.
"There's a Ball on Friday." Hermione was looking at Ron.
He knew why. Last year, Hermione had gone to the Yule Ball with a famous Quidditch player. Ron had wanted to go with Hermione, and had felt bad.
" Hermione," Ron's voice quivered.
"Yes." She answered.
" Do you wanna go with me?" Ron had been waiting a year to say that.
"Well, I know you wanted to last year and you asked me second this year."
"What? Second? Who's the lucky first?"
"Well, It's kind of odd."
"Odder than Ron?" asked Harry.
"Well, it was Draco."
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