Only two weeks until the yule ball and Harry still hasn't found a date.
"Do you know who're going to ask, Harry?" Ron, Harry's best friend asked. Harry was just about to reply when a certain Malfoy interrupted.
"Poor Potter." Draco taunted. "Alone as always."
"Shove off Malfoy!" Ron scorned at Draco. "C'mon Harry." Ron grabbed Harry by the shoulder and went over to Quidditch practice.
"Don't let him get to you Harry." Dean said. Ron had told all his mates the situation with Draco. "He doesn't even have a date either."
"And you're not alone," Seamus cut in, "You have us!"
Harry smiled at the last comment.
"We're gonna get goin" Ron said, "Are you coming with us?"
"Sure." Harry said as he got up and walked out of the tent with his friends.
"Oops." Harry said, realizing he forgot something. "I forgot my broom. Be right back."
Harry rushed back into the tent. As he was grabbing his broom he fount a note. It read:
Dear Potter,
Meet me after practice or you will regret it!
- D
'Who's D' Harry thought. 'Dean?'
"See you guys later." Harry said, waving to his friends.
"You sure you don't want to go to Hogsmeade with us?" Ron asked his good ol' friend.
"Nah, I got a lot of studying to do." Harry lied. He was secretly going to meet this mystery man.
"So you came." Draco said, showing himself to Harry.
"You're D?!" Harry asked. He was so shocked he could barely think.
"Yep. Sure am." Draco replied. "Well then, can we get this over with?"
"Okay." Harry said, crossing his arms.
"Okay... Well, this is embarrassing." Draco started to fiddle with his hands.
"C'mon, spit it out!" Harry soon became impatient.
"Here it goes," Draco said, looking up. "Will you go to the dance with me?"
I know this is short but I had this idea for a while so her it goes.
