10. Try to plan the Halloween Ball. Emphasis on tried. (Oh, be quiet!)

A week after 'The Talk' (NOOO! Not that talk!) from McGonagall, she sent us an owl that told Weasley and me that we should start planning for the infamous Halloween Ball.

The reason I say 'infamous' is because every Halloween since the first Halloween Ball, something seriously bad happens that ends the ball early.

Prime examples being a troll attacking the famous Hermione Granger in her first year, the famous Beast of Slytherin Petrifying its first victim in fifty years in Mr. Potter's second year, a supposed convicted criminal (Sirius Black) attacking the Fat Lady (the portrait which is the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, unreliable if you ask me) in Mr. Potter's third year…. The list goes on.

But this year, Weasley was determined for the nine-hundred-and-fifty-year-old tradition to break.

Seriously, her exact words were: "Malfoy, this year will be the year Halloween is uninterrupted by some weird phenomenon, got it? Don't you dare mess this up!"

Jinx.

"-And we should probably put a minor physical shield charm here, just in case, and DEFINITELY reinforce the windows, according to past statistics, 62% of the accidents or not-accidents happened entered via window, it's too risky NOT to! And-"

"WEASLEY!" I screamed. Weasley froze, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glaring at me.

No, I most DEFINITELY did not petrify her!

…Ok, FINE. But you would've done the same thing in my position! Two hours of listening to a hyperventilating Weasley isn't healthy. Quite the opposite, actually.

It makes the calmest person in the universe turn into an irritated monster who's on the verge of hexing a certain red-head into oblivion and beyond.

Which is bad. I think.

"Weasley," I said calmly. I do have to keep up images, you know.

"It. Is. Going. To. Be. Fine," I said slowly, looking into her eyes. "In fact, people use the Halloween Ball to just have fun. And, there is a reason why the ball is nicknamed the 'Break-up Ball'."

With that, I left Weasley Petrified in the meeting room.

"Pass the potatoes, Scorp," said Zabini cheerfully.

I stared at him. "You sound way too much like Alex."

"That's kind of offensive, but I'll let it go this time," said Zabini. "Potatoes?"

I rolled my eyes and passed him the potatoes.

"Malfoy!"

"What?" I asked in irritation, turning around to face Weasley.

"It's Halloween today. Meet me here at six." She turned and went to join her Ravenclaw friends.

I looked at Zabini. "What's today's date?"

"October 31, Scorp. Good luck," he answered, laughing his head off.

I scowled.

"YOU FORGOT TO PLACE A PROTECTION CHARM HERE!" screeched Weasley for the… hmmm… thirty-second time.

I groaned. "Weasley, remember what I said a week ago? Halloween-"

Weasley cut me off. "I don't care, Malfoy! Hogwarts will remember me as the Head Girl who broke the nine-hundred-year old Halloween curse!

"You're way too obsessed with having a normal Halloween, Weasley," I said.

Weasley gave me the evil eye, but didn't say anything.

"So, hi everyone!" said Weasley cheerfully. "Welcome to Hogwarts' Halloween Ball!"

Everyone cheered.

"Malfoy and I did our best to give you a safe, uninterrupted dance, so have fun!" said Weasley, beaming.

Weasley was wearing a head-band with cream-colored cat ears attached to it with a cream-colored dress to match. I was the Grim Reaper, complete with the scythe.

Creative, no?

After about two hours, I actually thought that Weasley had pulled it off and had banished the 'curse'.

I was wrong.

BOOM.

Everyone froze. Weasley looked petrified.

Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. I gaped at the ceiling.

It was raining.

Which meant…

The light drizzle suddenly transformed into an all-out storm, complete with thunder and lightning.

Everyone stopped dancing and started screaming. The teachers desperately tried to restore order and failed.

"LONGBOTTOM! STOP HYPERVENTILATING! POTTER! STOP THROWING DUNGBOMBS AT YOUR BROTHER!" I shouted, kicking Weasley, attempting to snap her out of her trance.

James Potter scowled, but stopped tossing dungbombs at Al.

I kicked Weasley again. Weasley jumped slightly and punched me in the stomach.

"Ohh..." I moaned, sinking down to the floor. "Ugh, Weasley, did you really have to do that?"

Weasley glared at me. "Yes." She turned to the panicking students who were running around like headless chickens. "EVERYONE! FREEEEEEEEEZE!"

Everyone froze again, the only noise being the weird thunderstorm.

"EVERYONE! TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS! NOW!" shouted Weasley. Everyone started screaming and running to their respective common rooms.

"AND YOU!" screamed Weasley, shooting me an icy look. "We are going to have a… talk."

I shuddered and looked pitifully at Zabini.

Zabini waved like 'Your problem, not mine!' and ran off like the coward he was, leaving me to deal with a furious Rose Weasley.

On the bright side, I managed to survive and only ended up in the Hospital Wing with a few bruises and a black eye.

On the not so bright side, I was unconscious for a week and am currently very behind on my homework.

I glared at Alex, who was currently reading a book by my bed while I struggled through my homework.

"I hate you."

Alex just shrugged.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I hit a writer's block with this one... ugh..