"Zabini, this is a Muggle venue, you tricked me!" I turned to face the liar, but he just sniggered. Pansy sighed and Theo looked uncomfortable.
"Relax, it's not like it's going to hurt you," Blaise shook his head.
"I don't know Blaisey-days, I heard that Muggles carry all sorts of diseases," Pansy replied.
"So do wizards Pans, I keep telling you, Chicken Pox are usual," Blaise said.
"You're not expecting me to touch the ball are you?" I asked, "Because that's disgusting,"
"And you have to wear borrowed shoes," Blaise smirked.
"No." I snapped, wrinkling my nose, "I will not do something as poor as borrowing shoes from a Muggle establishment,"
"Dray, relax," Pansy tried to soothe, but no. It was gross; I don't want to get sick from someone else's foot sweat.
"Come on, you promised," Blaise said, and he had me there, I bet him if he could fit 12 marshmallows in his mouth I'd do whatever he wanted for a day.
In my defence I thought he'd chicken out or die trying. Nevertheless here I am.
So just for today, I, Draco Malfoy, like bowling.
