Under a Moonlit Sky
Draco awoke to the sound of Goyle snoring early in the morning. He was sorely tempted to hex him right then and there, but figured it wouldn't do much. He rolled over and grumbled into his pillow, praying that Goyle would stop. After 10 minutes of unanswered prayers, Draco threw back his covered and headed very grumpily to the showers.
"Thank God its Saturday" he mumbled to himself while stepping into the warm shower.
Today was Saturday, less than a week away to Winter Ball. He assumed he was taking Pansy, as usual. He had been half-listening to her go on about her robes and such. Draco smirked to himself, he couldn't wait to see her robes.
He turned the water off, and grabbed his forest-green towel and proceeded to ready himself for breakfast.
20 minutes later, Draco walked through his dorm., to see if his cronies Crabbe and Goyle were ready. Two large snores that probably could have been heard in China, told him no.
"Lazy gits" Draco muttered, and headed down to breakfast alone.
He walked swiftly through The Great Hall, over to The Slytherin Table and sat next to Pansy.
"Hey Pansy" He said to her, giving her his famous smirk.
Pansy, who had been chatting a million miles an hour about her Ball robes, stopped and rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh. Hi Draco" he replied, and continued chatting to Blaise Zabini.
"Excited about going to the Ball with me?" He smirked again.
Pansy glared at him.
"I'm not going with you." She said coolly. "I'm going with Adrian. He's more mature than you"
Draco's mouth fell open. And as if on cue, Adrian himself walked in and sat on the other side of Pansy. She gave him a final smirk and turned around.
Pink with anger, Draco stood up and stormed back up to his Dorm.
When he reached his dorm, he found that Crabbe and Goyle had finally risen, and were stuffing their faces with cakes and sweets that Draco had given them a week ago. Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write furiously.
"What are you writing Draco?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"Names" He replied shortly.
"Of?" Asked Goyle.
"Girls I can ask to the ball" Draco replied getting more irritated by the minute.
"I thought you were going with Pansy" Said Crabbe.
"She's going with Adrian" Draco spat.
"Oh" Replied Crabbe and went back to eating.
Draco looked down at his list of names.
"Not much of a selection" he muttered.
"Don't go then" Said Crabbe, with his mouth full of cake.
"Crabbe, how thick is your head? If I don't turn up, what will people think of me?" he sneered.
"Go with Granger. She hasn't got a date" Said Goyle proudly, like he had achieved something.
Draco began to snigger, but he realized she was probably in the same situation as him.
"Isn't Potty or Weasel taking her?" He asked
"No. I heard that Potter is going with Lavender Brown, and Weasel with Parvati Patil" Said Goyle.
"Id only go with Granger if it was a last resort" Draco sneered.
A/n-What did you think? This chapter is kinda short, but they will grow, I promise. R/r please!
Draco awoke to the sound of Goyle snoring early in the morning. He was sorely tempted to hex him right then and there, but figured it wouldn't do much. He rolled over and grumbled into his pillow, praying that Goyle would stop. After 10 minutes of unanswered prayers, Draco threw back his covered and headed very grumpily to the showers.
"Thank God its Saturday" he mumbled to himself while stepping into the warm shower.
Today was Saturday, less than a week away to Winter Ball. He assumed he was taking Pansy, as usual. He had been half-listening to her go on about her robes and such. Draco smirked to himself, he couldn't wait to see her robes.
He turned the water off, and grabbed his forest-green towel and proceeded to ready himself for breakfast.
20 minutes later, Draco walked through his dorm., to see if his cronies Crabbe and Goyle were ready. Two large snores that probably could have been heard in China, told him no.
"Lazy gits" Draco muttered, and headed down to breakfast alone.
He walked swiftly through The Great Hall, over to The Slytherin Table and sat next to Pansy.
"Hey Pansy" He said to her, giving her his famous smirk.
Pansy, who had been chatting a million miles an hour about her Ball robes, stopped and rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh. Hi Draco" he replied, and continued chatting to Blaise Zabini.
"Excited about going to the Ball with me?" He smirked again.
Pansy glared at him.
"I'm not going with you." She said coolly. "I'm going with Adrian. He's more mature than you"
Draco's mouth fell open. And as if on cue, Adrian himself walked in and sat on the other side of Pansy. She gave him a final smirk and turned around.
Pink with anger, Draco stood up and stormed back up to his Dorm.
When he reached his dorm, he found that Crabbe and Goyle had finally risen, and were stuffing their faces with cakes and sweets that Draco had given them a week ago. Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write furiously.
"What are you writing Draco?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"Names" He replied shortly.
"Of?" Asked Goyle.
"Girls I can ask to the ball" Draco replied getting more irritated by the minute.
"I thought you were going with Pansy" Said Crabbe.
"She's going with Adrian" Draco spat.
"Oh" Replied Crabbe and went back to eating.
Draco looked down at his list of names.
"Not much of a selection" he muttered.
"Don't go then" Said Crabbe, with his mouth full of cake.
"Crabbe, how thick is your head? If I don't turn up, what will people think of me?" he sneered.
"Go with Granger. She hasn't got a date" Said Goyle proudly, like he had achieved something.
Draco began to snigger, but he realized she was probably in the same situation as him.
"Isn't Potty or Weasel taking her?" He asked
"No. I heard that Potter is going with Lavender Brown, and Weasel with Parvati Patil" Said Goyle.
"Id only go with Granger if it was a last resort" Draco sneered.
A/n-What did you think? This chapter is kinda short, but they will grow, I promise. R/r please!