White droplets of snow dangled gently on to Hogwarts Castle. The Christmas joy could be felt in the air, as the ghosts chanted jolly carols around the corridors. Draco sat in the Great Hall, which glistened brightly with silvery decorations. He could see Professor Flitwick decorating the gigantic tree, humming an elegant tune as he lifted his wand. Draco was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year along with Blaise and a few other slytherins. Almost the whole school was staying because of The Yule Ball. Draco didn't have a date yet. Blaise was taking Pansy Parkinson, who was Draco's 1st choice. Who could he possibly ask? He pondered on the thought until Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in laughing hysterically, followed by Seamus and Dean.
"Way to go Harry, you've got a smashing date for the Yule Ball!" exclaimed Dean Thomas. Series of hands patted Harry on his skinny shoulder.
"Hermione, have you got a date yet?" asked Ron, smirking. Hermione slapped her book close. Ron stepped back, realising Hermione was less interested in the conversation.
"Losers, "muttered Draco under his breath. Potter had a date already and that bugged Draco, as he was better looking in his opinion. Something caught his eye. It was Hermione. Her curly hair rolled down her pretty face. She wore beautiful hazel eyes and whenever she smiled, her shiny white teeth revealed. Mudblood.
"Shall we set off Malfoy?" interrupted Blaise, rubbing his hands near the crackling fire. "Yeah just a minute, you go get ready and I'll be there," said Draco and walked slyly across the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Hermione. Hermione scanned her Standard Book of Spells, whilst stuffing cereal in her mouth, taking no notice of Draco. "Morning Weaselbee, Potter and", he paused as his daring eyes caught Hermione's hazel ones. Why was he falling for a mudblood, he thought. "-and Granger", he finally said at last. "What do you want Malfoy?" snapped Harry. Draco caught sight of Ron who was in some sort of daze. He was gazing at Hermione. "What's wrong Weasley? Dreaming of a bigger and better house for you and the other Weaslepots?" said Draco cruelly, as he shattered Ron's contact with Hermione. A loud snigger from the Slytherins behind , caused Ron to get up. "Shove off Malfoy, why are you even here? Got no friends?" replied Ron. "I need Granger over here to come with me," sneered Draco. Hermione paused, as her spoon full of cereal stopped halfway. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks, as Harry noticed Ron's chubby hands clench into fists. "You want me to come with you? What could you possibly want from me?" asked Hermione. "I'm in no mood for questions Granger," said Draco through gritted teeth. Granger won't budge; I'll just have to make her, thought Draco. He suddenly gripped Hermione's arm, as her Standard Book of Spells landed onto the floor, and led her forcefully out of the Hall. "Oi, Leave her alone you git!" bellowed Ron behind them. They reached the deserted courtyard, covered in a soft blanket of snow. "Draco! Let me go!" cried Hermione, trying to squeeze her arm out. "Would you just shut up for once?!" moaned Draco, pulling her closer. Once the crowd of Ravenclaw's finished their homework conversation, Draco took a deep breath. "Right, go to the Yule Ball with me Granger," said Draco. All at once, Hermione stopped struggling, as his words spat straight out at her. She gazed at Draco's manly face as the snow dripped from the edge of his hair. "W-what?" stuttered Hermione. "I SAID, go to the Yule Ball with me!" said Draco, clearly showing that he didn't like to repeat himself. The cold wind howled gently in the courtyard, blowing both their hair out of place. He was indeed quite handsome, thought Hermione. His hair was smoothly styled; he was incredibly charming yet wicked. On top of that, she still didn't have a date and they Ball was two days away. No one had asked her yet, so she instantly replied. "O-okay," replied Hermione nervously, without giving it a second thought. Draco let go off his grip and smiled. Slowly, he walked towards her, as she stumbled backwards. He placed his thumb on the edge of her rosy lip. "You've got a milk stain on your lip," he whispered gently against her ear, and he strut away proudly into the misty fog. Hermione couldn't help but smile helplessly, as warm sensation lit up her body. Draco Malfoy is taking her to the Yule Ball? Never in a million years! Hermione turned round to go tell Harry and Ron, but found Ron lurking in the rainfall of snow. He didn't look to happy. "Pathetic, "he said and walked away. Hermione ran after him, her smile fading from her face. "Ron! Ron! If you'd just listen!" screamed Hermione. Ron turned round as fast a spinning door. "How could you 'mione? How could you go to the ball with the ENEMY?" shouted Ron angrily. Silence filled the windy air. A tear trickled softly down her check. She didn't know what to say. Not once she thought that it was Draco Malfoy, a vile human being. "I thought so."
"Ron I didn't know what to do, I didn't have a date! "She explained. Ron interrupted. "I was going to ask you!" "What?" she asked in shock. "It doesn't matter now does it Hermione. You go on and have a great time with old Draco!" Ron said nastily.
"Ron-,"just before she could stop him, he stomped away into a noisy crowd of Gryffindors.
