Hello there, hasn't it been a while? *lowers head in shame*
A lot of things have been going on, but, even the loss of documents, images, data and other important assorted media haven't stopped me; because here I am again, filling your heads with useless, poorly written fanfiction.
This story in specific will only have a few short chapters, but it will be sweet, of that I can guarantee you, and since it's all written too, there are no excuses not to post it, though I will not do it all at once.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters in any way; it belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling and ever so splendid Warner Brothers studios that make those delicious films. I limit myself to borrowing Jo's amazing characters from time to time.
Chapter 1:
Draco thought about how brilliant his plan would be in all ironical purposes, it was beautiful to say the least, truthfully uncanny and beyond anything a simple Griffindork could ever expect to conjure; if anything this plan would show everybody just how much of an amazing Slytherin he really was.
It was simple but effective; all Draco had to do was invite Harry Potter to the Yule Ball.
Yes, it's exactly that, Draco Malfoy was inviting Harry Potter to the Yule Ball.
A few days earlier he heard, or rather, overheard a conversation in which Harry stated he had not found a date to the Ball, Draco was mostly surprised, because regardless of the whole Diggory mess Harry Potter was still the Boy Who Lived; all glory, deserving or not, seemed to have lured the female public towards its presence, though this year no effect of such nature could be noticed.
Harry was dateless. Draco was dateless.
They should stick together as lonely blokes and shock the entire school body, and its visitors.
He thought of many ways in which he could carry on with his plan, an owl could be easily misunderstood as a prank, a note would most certainly be taken as a joke, someone else doing the dirty work for him would give Harry and his friends a good laugh...he had to do it himself, in person, that was the only, better option.
Obviously, it was easier said than done.