A/N: School is finished! Which means I WON'T BE BEHIND ON MY WRITING ANYMORE! YAY! Except for about a week in July, but no worries. Now I have a lot of time to write, which means that I might catch up to my ideas. And you won't have to wait that long!
Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, etc.
Chapter 8
HERMIONE GRANGER
So, who are you going to the Yule Ball with? I hear that you're not telling anyone.
-DM
Bugger off. I want my bracelet back.
-HG
We've been over this. I'm not giving it back. I can use it to bribe you into something.
-DM
Fine. Homework for a week.
-HG
You do that for fun. No.
How can you be so infuriating?
Because I am a Malfoy. And, like everyone says, we get what we want. SO TELL ME.
No.
I will find a way to know! See you in class. MWAHAHA!
I roll my eyes at this. Over the past month Malfoy hasn't annoyed me in person and hasn't been mean that much (Harry and Ron are confused) but in these letters he is really bugging me.
Remember, I have something to hold over your head, FERRET!
Shut up.
I will if you do.
This seems to shut him up.
"Great," I whisper to myself, almost sarcastically.
That was really hilarious, by the way. You made a cute ferret.
HEY! I shut up so you would! Respect that.
Respect you? The FERRET? No!
Fine. If you're going to do that then I'll see you in class.
Well, that was definitely weird. Usually Malfoy would jump at a chance to snap with a comeback. He really has been acting weird lately. Like he has a cloud over his head (and it's not about the ferret incident).
DRACO MALFOY
"Give it!" Granger says when she sees me walk into Snape's classroom.
"No!" I say "Remember the rules!"
"What rules? There are no rules!"
"The rules that say that I'll give you your precious bracelet back when you tell me who you're going to the yule ball with." I say, thinking of it on the spot. It turns out to be the best idea yet. I'll stick with that.
Grangers' eyebrows scrunch together and her mouth gets small. I almost think I've defeated her. Sadly, she recovers quickly.
"Where are the rules that say when you turn fourteen you stop acting like a baby, Malfoy!" she snaps
"With the rules that say that Hermione Granger should stop acting like her bracelet is the freaking oxygen she breathes." I retort
I wait for a response but nothing comes back at me. Instead Granger gets all quiet. Her hands start to shake because the grip she has on her books is so hard. She looks at her feet and takes a seat, ignoring me completely.
Girls are so confusing.
DRACO MALFOY
I hate to admit it but Granger looks somewhat nice tonight. Ok, more than somewhat, but I won't even acknowledge that she is to myself. And now, without the help of that bangle of hers, I know who her date is. And I also hate to admit that it irks me a bit. Where did Viktor Krum get the idea that I liked Granger?
"Dah-ray-co!" Pansy (the annoying pink thing hanging on my arm) whines, stretching out my name, "Dance with me!"
"Pah-an-sy!" I mock "No."
"Why not?" she wails
"Because I don't want to,"
"Why?"
"No, Pansy! Get that through your head."
Pansy pouts, "But Draco, come on! Just one little dance."
"Fine. Just one."
Pansy squeals and takes my hand, dragging me onto the dance floor. She puts my hand low on her waist and hers on my shoulder. I lift my hand to her lower ribs. She rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Hey," I say "Be glad I'm even dancing near you."
She just bats her eyelashes and gives me what she thinks must be a sly smile. It's not.
HERMIONE GRANGER
Viktor is a rubbish dancer. He is quite a gentleman, but I'm getting bored. Because guess what the Quidditch prodigy's favorite subject is? That's right. Viktor Krum. So that is what I've been hearing about all night, besides Ron's angry sighs and, while we're at it, a few whines from Parkinson about how Malfoy won't dance with her properly. Speaking of which, Malfoy looks like he is about to commit suicide right here at the Yule Ball. He seems to be a little more miserable than I am. Just a bit.
Not to say that Viktor isn't good company, he's just not the sharpest or most interesting and then there's the fact that he can't even say my name correctly. And the fact that Harry and Ron are going to be all up on my case about not telling them that I was going with Viktor.
I look over my partners shoulder, trying to find Harry and Ron in the crowd. They are sitting near a table of punch and snacks, looking about as miserable as I am. Or maybe up a bit in the misery, to Malfoys' level. I sigh.
"Hey," I say to Viktor
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm obliged to keep my friends out of boredom ruts. So…"
"Okay." He nods. It seems that when he isn't talking about nothing, Viktor isn't a man of many words.
He lets go of my hand and heads off to talk to some of his friends.
I sigh again and make my way through the crowd towards the drinks table. Harry and Ron are staring off in the direction of their dates, which seem to have left them. But I am absolutely sure that Parvati and Padma have a good reason.
As I start to make my way towards actual Harry and Ron I hear Pansy say to her date, "Even Granger and her date that isn't dancing with her look better than we do!"
But really almost anyone is going to be looking better than miserable Malfoy and his obnoxious pink Parkinson.
DRACO MALFOY
That comment makes me look up to see Granger right in front of us. The fact that the Mudblood looks better than Pansy and I makes me irritated.
I step forward a bit and stick my foot out…
My plan completely backfires because soon we are both on the ground, soaked in the juice that I was holding.
And Granger looks murderous.
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