As if this day couldn't get any worse I scream to myself internally whilst my exterior puts on a barely believable smile for my teacher. Being partnered with that absolute brat Scorpius Malfoy for an entire 6 weeks, just because his partner dumped him and left me to pick up the pieces. Sometimes I hate myself for being such a teacher's pet. When Amanda broke up with, what could have only been described as Scorpius 'Cheshire Cat' Malfoy, this morning over breakfast very loudly with a lot of sardonic simpering that her disciples all fell hook line and sinker for, and then proceeded to kick off about how he could absolutely not be her partner for the Christmas ball, the only choice Professor Longbottom had was to ask for volunteers to switch partners.

Let me explain; Amanda Morgan is the Hogwarts' equivalent of Regina George but no matter how many times people see that movie, girls still copy her hair and boys still salivate when she walks by. Wherever she goes she is followed by the stench of teenage hormones purely because she is gorgeous, the fact that her parents are a big deal and own an island or two in the South Pacific may also have something to do with it too. But anyway, my point is that people love her which is what led to the horribly awkward silence that filled the hall when Longbottom proposed the switch, one of my best friends, Poppy, actually physically and noticeably dug her finger nails into her partners arms and held me to her a bit tighter than necessary in a panic that she be randomly selected to be partners with 'the enemy' ie Malfoy. She isn't even that keen on her partner, Harris Evans, either which is saying how desperately she wanted to have nothing to do with Malfoy. Malfoy himself is a boy of many talents, he can go days without showering and show up wearing unwashed sweats and still look so beautiful; like an amazing chocolate cake, perfectly spongey and moist with just the right amount of warm chocolate fudge-y topping that makes you want to moan as you shovel it into your mouth as if it was your last ever meal. And don't even get me started on his cheekbones, I swear they are the work of Merlin himself, he is the male equivalent of Angelina Jolie in the cheekbone department. I give credit where credit is due and trust me, there has never been a more applicable scenario for that saying than Malfoy's chiseled cheeks. Another of his talents includes getting the entire student body to chant something ridiculous over breakfast, past examples include "we breed zebras", and "pass the peanut butter". It's sort of incredible. It starts out with him whispering under his breath, then his group of Slytherin pals join in, the the first years who think the whole thing is a riot, and after that there is no shutting them up so, in true sheep form you know what they say; if you can't beat them, join them. One time I swear even a few of the teachers were murmuring something about peanuts under their breath.

However, despite these two essential attributes that are so rare to find in men these days, there were a couple of deal breakers that also made up the enigma of Scorpius Malfoy. Which brings me to the reason for the dead air when Professor Longbottom asked about the switch. Malfoy cheated on Amanda. Like full on cheated, not just the innocuous part that to so many romantics and lovers is in no way innocuous, but instead like clothes off, carpet burns and giant hickeys. He didn't even like her as far as I can gather. I don't get it, I may not like Amanda but girl power baby, no one should ever have their heart broken so publicly and so young, and especially not in that fashion. So that is how Malfoy went from the number one score to around 39th in the school, I know what you're thinking that that's still a good place for such a miraculous scumbag, but unfortunately the girls at Hogwarts are incredibly fickle, he'll be back at number one before the summer holidays, and people will forget how horribly he treated the sixth year 'princess' and will commence talking about his cheekbones again. But right now that was not the general feeling.

I might add here, most of the Year 4 and 5 girls would normally have jumped at the chance to date Malfoy, let alone a 6 week chance to get their claws into him in constant close proximity, if you hadn't already grasped that fact. However similarly most of the Year 4 and 5 girls are straight up terrified of Amanda. They are so terrified in fact that they are all under the illusion that they want to be her, yes that's right, collectively if they could they would all just merge into one dumb blonde. Maybe I'm a little jealous, not of the broken heart of course, but I mean who wouldn't be green with envy; the girl constantly eats carbs and from what I've heard, the only actual exercise she does is the heavy make out sessions behind the study tables in the library with what seems like her constant string of boyfriends. Once I heard a rather disgusting rumour about one particular kiss taking place ON a study table. It honestly brought a bit of sick up to my throat. I'm not a prude before you go getting any ideas. But seriously where is the decorum? And who can just eat fries their entire life and still be a size 8 with not one spot in sight and perfectly shiny hair? It's not fair. And now I'm going to point out that as well as not being a prude, I'm also not vain but it's hard not to question her constant exterior perfection. Maybe Lindsay Lohan had it right when she gave Regina George those bars that made her gain weight. I'm not proud of that thought.

Anyway, back in the present; I stare at my feet, shuffling awkwardly as a rather put out but overall not as upset as he should be Kyle (my date, well technically now Amanda's date) walks across the Hall towards the wailing noise that is Amanda's whining, I think she said something about his hair not going with her dress so he'll have to dye it. I shoot him a sympathetic look from where I'm standing by Poppy and Al. Al catches my gaze, giving me a quizzical what the hell type of stare as he moves over into an empty space with his current girlfriend Melissa Longbottom, absolute darling of a girl, one of Roxy's closest friends and honorary Weasley/Potter. I smile as I try to remember everything is not about me and that I should be happy for Al, that for once in his 17 years he has actually picked a girl that could last more than the obligated 3 dates, I'm secretly hoping that the 3 date rule with Melissa will be more like at least 10 purely because I would hate to see Al get to a state of boredom that would consequently lead to her being chucked, she is such a sweet girl. Mental note: threaten Al that if he hurts her I will personally throw him into the Black Lake to have 3 dates with the squid.

I am sorry about ditching Kyle for the chance to get a bit of extra credit ie to have 'willing to work with someone she famously doesn't like or get on with' written on my report, however I'm a bit of a kiss ass and he knew that when he asked me to be his partner. Technically it's not my fault he got hurt, hey we can't all get the boy and have the perfect romantic night together and live happily ever after, some of us actually want the Head Girl badge next year and a decent career after that. I have to learn now that cooperating with people you have no wish to cooperate with is just a fact of life. Gosh I'm so wise. I'm the smart, sensible one people go to for sound advice and the occasional rant because she can take it because she is as passive as a dormouse. At least on the outside. There is only one actual thing that gets my blood boiling though, that gets me so riled up that I want to tear my own hair out and force feed it to that annoying first year who has a little too much skip in her step and always hums outside the library when I have a paper due the next day (woah, okay so maybe I have a little more rage than I realised). But back to the point, there is only one problem in my life that has the ability to make me feel sick with anger and I just agreed to dance with it. Although, currently I can feel my collected demeanor starting to slip as I take in the number of death stares I am currently on the receiving end of. Girls are the worst.

Ugh he is coming over, I can sense it, the air is getting thicker and there is a distinct smell of testosterone and arrogance in the vicinity.

"Hey Weaslebee, apparently you requested that I dance with you? No need to be so obvious, desperate is not a good look on you, but now your feelings are out I just wanted to say that although you're a Weasley and you're ugly, I can make a one time exception just for you purely so you can get it out of your system."

Oh for Merlin's sake. WHY did I agree to do this? I mean do I actually need any extra credit?

"How kind" I respond, my voice dripping with sarcasm and my heart rate speeding up ever so slightly, I can feel a faint blush appear on my cheeks and I internally curse the Weasley gene that turns you into a tomato against your wishes. "Come here and straighten your back, I will be damned if my good graces take a hit and I end up killing you because you screw this up for me."

He raises his eyebrows at me, "Well aren't you the dominatrix? No need to play hard to get though sweetheart, you aren't much of a catch so I'd just take me up on my offer if I was you, it'll be the best and probably the only chance you'll ever get at a pure 10."

I sigh, this was going to be a long, long hour. And to think I was actually looking forward to this dance. Ugh. The deal with this ball is every year for the year 4's and above and any parents who fancy it come to the school to celebrate and remember the battle of Hogwarts and all those who fell during the war. It's an important event with speeches and a fancy dinner, its black tie of course and it nearly always makes front page in the Daily Prophet. One year, when I'm some important figurehead at the Ministry, I want to make the keynote speech and I want my picture on the front of the paper. That is why Malfoy absolutely, one hundred percent cannot screw this up for me. Every year the opening dance changes, so every year for the 6 weeks in the run up to the ball we have dance lessons to ensure on the day everyone looks their best.

"Ow, Malfoy that was my foot you prick!" I exclaim as he pulled me out of my reverie with a clumsy stamp on my toes.

"Not my fault your clown feet are getting in the way of my awesome Weasley,"

I dig my nails into his hand, "stop using excuses as to why you're so incompetent you can't even remember three bloody steps Malfoy,"

"Oh the ugly red headed temper is showing it's face early tonight folks," he sneered as he attempted to yank his hand from mine.

"Shut up Malfoy, I volunteered to dance with you, not to kill you, carry on like this and you'll end up as nothing more than a pile of dust on the floor, I li-"

"You know Weasley, whatever stick you have up your arse, I'd remove it before sitting down, I've heard that can be quite painful,"

"Shove it Malfoy," I hiss at a higher than necessary decibel, "this dance is important to me and so help me if you screw this up the way you mess up everything else you touch I will cut off your favourite appendage and feed it to the monsters in the forbidden forest. You will not ruin my night because I gallantly offered to do what no one else was willing to even consider, you will dance, you will smile and you will be the perfect gentleman and if I have to kick you in the balls to make sure you behave then I guess I will take one for the team despite the fact that for any part of my body to have contact with your balls I would need to shower constantly for a week, however I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

He looked momentarily affronted before that self-important smirk began to reappear on his stupid face. So I did what any sane girl would do in my situation and I stayed true to my word. Safe to say he was still hobbling the next day and in the last 24 hours I've had 5 showers.


I haven't written anything in a while so I don't know how this is looking or whatever but I fancied giving it a go so here it is! I don't know whether I'll continue this, it'll more than likely depend on feedback ? Thanks for reading regardless and if it's terrible, I'm sorry, I'm rusty!