Thank God for Gryffindors

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"What do you need?" She asks him, hoping not to be caught talking to the likes of him.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Why should I do you a favor?"

"Because of this." She gasps.

"You wouldn't dare!" He raises his eyebrows at her.

"You know I would."

With a bitter sigh she gives in and asks, "Well? What do you need?"

"Tell Rose to go to the Final Year Ball with me."

"You know that's not gonna work."

With a sigh he says, "You know how I feel about her."

"So does everyone except for, ironically, the smartest girl in our year, daughter of Hermione Weasley, smartest witch of her age."

The both of them are out of ideas when it hits her, not literarily (I hope, that, my dear padawans, would be awkward.) "I got it! Truth-or-Dare!"

"Erm... What?"

"I can dare her to go to the ball with the first person who asks her!"

"Why can't you just dare her to go with me?"

"Because that would be too obvious!" She says with a roll of her eyes. "You better get her first though. Not some idiot like McLaggen."

"You think I'm better than McLaggen? That's so sweet!"

She glares at him and says, "Anyone is better than McLaggen."

"Don't worry. I'll get her before McLaggen does." After all, he's a Malfoy, and Malfoys always get what they want.

"So Rose, Truth-or-Dare?" Rise sends her a questioning look.

"Well that was... Random."

"JUST ANSWER THE BLOODY QUESTION!"

"Gosh calm down woman! Dare!"

"I dare you to go to the ball with the first person that asks you starting now."

"Erm... Okay... It's getting late you should probably head back to Gryffindor Tower."

She rolls her eyes. Such a Goody-Two-Shoes.

In the corridor she ends of running into some idiot.

"Did you do it?"

"Yes Malfoy, I did. You better get your Slytherin butt back to the Heads dormitories. Knowing Rosie, she's probably getting ready for bed." With that, the youngest Malfoy sprints away to the witch he's had a crush on since he was eleven.

When Scorpius got to the Head Common Room he found The red headed girl he was always thinking about on the couch in her Chudley Cannons pajamas reading Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality.

"The Cannons, eh?"

"What?" Scorpius gestures to her apparel, "Oh," She says looking down, "My dad's a huge fan. Obsessed since he was little. Don't tell him I said this, but they aren't very good."

"Can I asked you a question?"

"Nope," Rose says, popping the 'P'.

"Well Rose I been thinking-"

"That's a first." Scorpius decides to ignore that.

"That maybe you could go to the Ball with me?"

WHAT! NOOOOOO! BLOODY HELL, I HAVE TO GO TO THE BALL WITH HIM?!

Rose huffs but then says, "Fine!" Only because I have to, Rose thinks bitterly.

Operation Get-Rose-to-Like-and-Go-Out-With-Me is in action!

"So Al. You got a date to the Ball?" Scorpius asks his fellow Slytherin and best friend.

"Nah. I got someone in mind though. How about you?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

The blonde Slytherin smirks, "Your cousin."

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter! I really enjoyed writing this. (Even if it is crap.) PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO FIX!

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