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A Disgrace Upon Both
On The Ball
"I can't believe she did it again!" Hermione exclaimed, angrily tossing the latest issue of The Daily Prophet aside. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were having breakfast in the Great Hall. I took a quick glimpse at the article written by Rita Skeeter. She described Hermione to be have an interesting love affair with both Harry and Viktor Krum. Shame she didn't have the ability I had to keep my name out of the paper.
"Nice picture of though," I complimented. She shot me a threatening glance, and I went back to eating my breakfast. It was obvious she wasn't in a good mood. "Well it could be worse," I said chewing on a piece of bacon.
"How? She made me look like a two timing, fame hag!" She yelled.
"Well when you look at it that way," I muttered under my breath.
"Package for you Mr. Weasley," A small First Year boy appeared handing Ron a wrapped box.
"Thank you Nigel," Ron said putting it on the table.
Nigel turned to look at me. "You're the girl who have me that cursed lollipop!" He said madly.
"It wasn't cursed, it was just an Acid Lollipop," I sighed insipidly.
"It burnt a hole through my tongue and I had to go to the Hospital Wing," He said annoyed. Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry let out a chuckle. "Do you have anymore?" He asked changing his facial expression into curiosity.
"4 Sickles each," I said. He nodded his head and searched his pockets for money, Hermione looking at me appalled.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Ron scorned holding up an ugly, carmine dress robe with scarlet fur at the end of each hemming. "Mom sent me a dress," He said.
We all started to laugh. "Well it does match your eyes, is there a bonnet?" Harry asked searching inside the box. "Ah ha!" Harry grinned holding up the matching attire to the robe.
"Ginny these are for you," Ron said to his little sister who sat a few seats down from us.
"I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly," She said scrunching her face.
"They're not for Ginny, they're for you," Hermione giggled and everyone around us started to burst out in laughter.
After the embarrassingly funny breakfast, we all made our way to our classes. I had Divination first so I had headed in a different direction from the group. A devious grin grew on my face when I saw none other that my personal slave.
"Ah Malfoy, I'm actually delighted to see you for once," I smirked walking up to him.
"What do you want?" He spat.
"Did you forget the little bet we mad?" I said.
"That bet was just a joke," He scoffed slumping his hands into his pockets and looking away.
"The minute you shook my hand you accepted to a legal, magical binding agreement," I said smugly raising my head up to his, looking into his eyes.
He stood in his spot thinking, hesitating to react. "Fine!" He finally snapped.
"First take off that badge," I said eyeing the 'POTTER STINKS' badge.
"This?" He exclaimed pointing at his chest.
"Are you deaf?" I belittled.
He let out an irritated grumble and fidgeted with the pin. "There. Happy?" He scowled putting the badge in his pocket.
"Very," I said sternly. "Follow me then," I chimed and lead him to our first class. As we walked he dawdled behind, caviling to himself. "Carry my books," I said.
"No," He answered.
"That wasn't a question, it was an order," I said intimidatingly eyeing him up and down.
"Fine," He snapped snatching my book bag from me and he muttered something incoherent under his breath.
"How does it feel to attend to someone like a House Elf?" I asked.
"Pathetic," He hissed.
"Good, get use to it," I smirked. He gaped his mouth to retort but was interrupted.
"Alex!" Stanley appeared waving, walking down the corridor toward us.
"Hi Stanley," I smiled as dashing as I could and ignored Malfoy rolling his eyes.
"Have not seen you for while," Stanley chuckled then looked over to Malfoy who stood their impatiently and raised an eyebrow. "I thought two of you not friends?" He asked.
"We're not, he's just my slave for a month," I answered.
"Right," He said still left a bit dumbfounded. "I want to ask question," He said.
"Oh sure, what is it?" I asked.
"Would you..." He began, I could see a light tint of pink on his cheeks. "Go to Yule Ball with me?" He asked.
I could feel one of my heart strings pluck as soon as he said those words. My face felt like it was burning on fire and I was flabbergasted for words, left standing there speechless. I couldn't believe he actually asked me. I began to imagine us walking inside the dance with our arms linked together. Us dancing gracefully around the room to the enchanting, classical music. Then our eyes would meet affectionately and our faces would slowly grow closer-
"Would you just answer already!" Malfoy groaned.
I snapped out of my illusive daydream, my mind racing to search for an answer to his question. "S-Sure," I managed to stammer. Stanley smiled from ear to ear and nodded his head, then went off to his class.
"Eck," Malfoy groused and rolled his eyes as we continued our way to class.
"Do you have something to say m'boy?" I asked cocking up an eyebrow.
"Yes," He answered.
"Shoot," I replied.
"Why are you going with him? Or should I mean, why is he going with you?" He scoffed.
"Jealous because you haven't found a date yet?" I said with a cocky tone.
"As a matter of fact I have actually," He said.
"I don't think they'll let your pet dog Pansy inside the dance," I sneered.
"For your information it's not Pansy, it's Jacqueline Bonnet," He said smugly.
"Now why would she want to go with you?" I questioned.
"Because I'm devishly handsome," He smirked.
"If those are the new words for revoltingly repugnant," I jeered as we finally entered the class. We took our usual seats - well cushions, and sat in front a big crystal ball on our table.
"Today children we will study the particularly refined art of Crystal gazing to see into the future," Professor Trelawney said.
I could see Malfoy's head bulging through the crystal ball, eyeballing it intently. "I don't see a thing," He said bitterly sitting up straight.
"I think I can see a white swirl," I said wrinkling my nose to get a better look.
"That's not how it works," He said doubting my view.
"Well Mr. Seer, would you care to show me how it's done then?" I asked rolling my eyes.
He looked back down into the foggy ball. "I can see a murky cloud," He said perking back up.
"The whole thing is one round murky cloud to me," I said looking at the misty ball.
"You probably can't see anything 'cause it's so darn filthy," He grimaced and rubbed the ball with his the arm sleeve of his robe.
"Jeez, rub it hard enough and a Genie might just pop out and grant you three wishes," I mocked sarcastically. This only made him angrier causing him to actually rub the ball even harder. Because he was 'cleaning' it so much it began to tip off it's stand and rolled off the table to the front of the classroom. "Now look what you did," I said.
"Just shut up and help it grab it before-," He began but it was to late, the ball was already making it's way to the door. He jumped up and ran after it, recklessly pushing Trelawney out the way to the door. She let out a gasp of shock as I jumped up running after him.
"Sorry," I apologized on both our behalf's to her before I ran out the door. Fast little thing it was, it tumbled step by step down the spiral staircase. We both hurried our way down the flight of stairs, holding on to the railing chasing after it. I could see we were getting closer to it. "You get it-?" I asked. Malfoy suddenly slowed down causing me jump over him, we rolled down the last few steps of the staircase together, meshed as one ball. I landed on my back which sent me an aching pain down my spine and I could barely breathe from the weight on top of me. I looked up to meet the stone cold eyes of Malfoy, his face so close to mine I could feel his panting brush against my lips. I felt my heart skip a beat and my stomach flip, doing a complete 360. "Ew! Get off me!" I yelled in disgust pushing him away from me and sitting up straight.
Our classes had been shortened to practice dancing lessons to prepare us for the Yule Ball. The school was divided into it's four Houses. The Gryffindor girls stood on one side of the room giggling at the Gryffindor boys who stood at the opposite side. In between us was McGonagall and a massive olden day record player where Filch stood next to as his cat Mrs. Norris rested upon it.
"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since it's inception," McGonagall began. "On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for of WELL mannered frivolity," She emphasized. "As representatives of the host school I ask each and everyone of you to put your best effort forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost, a dance," She said as she sauntered around the room, eyeballing the students carefully. The girls began to squeal excitedly as the boys groaned in annoyance with one another. "Silence," McGonagall ordered and everyone instantly hushed down. "The House of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect for the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening to besmirched that name behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons," She said in a serious tone.
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons," I giggled quietly to Hermione.
"Now the dance is to make the body breath," McGonagall explained showing us by exhaling with her arms. "Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight," She said.
"It's called hormones," I whispered to Hermione and she rolled her eyes at my lack of immaturity.
"Inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance," McGonagall said looking at the boys catching Ron muttering something to Seamus.
"I'm sure Ron's lion is just burning to prance," I joked and a few girls around us who heard giggled.
"Mr. Weasley, will you join me please?" McGonagall smiled taking Ron by the hand. He shyly walked with her into the middle of the room as all the boys gave him a pat on the back of encouragement. "Now place you place your right hand on my waist," She instructed.
"Where?" Ron asked shocked widening his eyes.
"My waist," She repeated. He awkwardly took her hand his and placed his other on her hip. I couldn't help but whistle out a cat call at them.
"Oi!" He snapped but McGonagall quickly shifted his attention back to her.
"Mr. Filch if you please," McGongall asked. He nodded his head and placed the needle on the record disc. The classical music began to play in a scratchy dynamic as she counted to the beat, "One, two, three. One, two, three." I could see Ron wasn't enjoying the dancing as much as his twin brothers were who were slowly dancing to it adoringly. "Everyone to your feet," She said and the girls walked forward to dance. I let out a groan of hesitation, but Hermione pushed me forward to follow suit. "Boys on your feet!" McGonagall commanded. The boys rolled their eyes and walked over to partner up with the girls.
"May I?" George grinned? Bowing his head down before me, holding his hand out.
"You may," I chuckled, curtsying with my robe and taking his hand. He embraced me closely to his body and we began to swirl around the room, passing the other couples. I was still left in a bit of pain from the crystal ball incident from beforehand and I wondered why my heart beat pounded unevenly when Malfoy was near me. Why did my stomach feel weird afterwards? It was probably because of the sudden cut off of circulation I thought.
"Why you dance divinely," He complimented snapping me out of my thoughts.
"You're not so bad yourself," I giggled.
"And switch," McGonagall chimed. We both spilt from each other and took hold of the closest partner of the opposite sex near us. I managed to find myself partnered with Harry. He awkwardly led us around, trying as hard as he could to not step on my toes.
"Ow!" I exclaimed withdrawing my foot.
"Sorry," Harry apologized.
"It's okay," I sighed. I kept hoping up and down on one foot every time he stepped on my foot and apologized. "You're not very good at this are you?" I asked.
"Not really, no. How come you're so good at it?" He asked curiously.
"Harry you do forget who I am sometimes. I'm a Moore, so of course I know how to dance. Well at least waltz," I said rolling my eyes. "Ow!" I repeated after he treaded on my foot, again. "I've got plenty years of experience, especially when I had to always dance with Malfoy at our parents' parties," I grumbled.
Before Harry could say anything more McGonagall ordered, "And switch." We both turned around and hastily searched for another partner.
"It would be my pleasure to honor you with this dance Miss Moore," The other red headed twin bowed formally.
"Why the pleasures all mine Mr. Weasley," I replied taking his hand. I was glad we were using last names since I had no idea which Weasley twin I was dancing with, whether it was the same one or not.'
"Have you found a dance for the ball yet?" He asked.
"Why yes actually, a sweet boy from Durmstrang asked me today," I answered.
"Well that's a shame, I was hoping you would grace me with your presence on that evening," He sighed.
"Indeed. But I shall save a dance just for you," I said.
"The first?" He grinned.
"Of course," I smiled.
"Switch," McGonagall said once more. I turned around once again and searched for a partner. I found myself in the hands of Neville Longbottom. Out all the boys he was actually the best. I was surprised at how skillful he was.
"Wow Neville you're really good," I said.
"Thanks. I use to practice with my grandmother," He smiled shlyly.
"And switch one last time," McGonagall said. I turned around and managed to partner up with Seamus Finnigan. As we dance he was constantly looking downwards. Is he trying to look down my robe? I thought furrowing my eyebrows.
"Eyes where I can see them Finnigan," I snapped.
"But I have two left feet," He explained.
"I'm sure you're not as bad as Harry," I rolled my eyes.
"I have two left feet," He repeated. "Literally," He added.
I glanced down at this shoes and he actually had another left foot where his right should be. I looked up to see the Weasley twins laughing, one of them had their wand out.
"You guys, cut it out," I giggled.
After the dance practice we were all sent to the Great Hall for a free study lesson. Hermione and I sat quietly writing notes out, opposite Ron and Harry who were discussing about how to get dates.
"This is mad, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates," Ron muttered to Harry. Professor Snape drawled past overhearing the conversation and whacked him on the back of the head. "Well, us and Neville," He sneered.
"Actually he's got a date," I piped up from my book.
"Now I'm really depressed," Ron mumbled. Fred slipped a note over to him, he read it and asked, "Who you going with?"
I snatched the note from his hand.
GET A MOVE ON OR ALL THE GOOD ONES WILL HAVE GONE!
I rolled my eyes at the note. It was annoying how the boys saw the girls as some sort of item. But then again, they wouldn't want to be stuck left with someone like Pansy Parkinson. It kind of made me feel a bit egotistical since I've already been asked twice now. Must mean I was one of the good ones I thought and smiled to myself.
I watched as Fred chucked a scrunched up piece of parchment at Angelina Johnson who turned around looking annoyed with him. 'Would you like to go to the dance with me?' He mouthed showing her through his small dance movements in his seat. Her expression changed from irritated to a gleeful smile and she nodded her head. Fred winked back at his little brother who sat their in disbelief and I noticed Harry had observed the situation thoroughly.
"Do you want to go the ball with me? As friends?" Harry asked looking at me. Wow, three times in one day that has to be a record. I felt rather flattered.
"Sorry," I said looking apologetic. "I'm already going with Stanley," I said.
"Oh good for you then," He smiled sincerely. He was always such a light hearted boy.
"Great, we're already done one," Ron moaned.
"You shouldn't view girls as a material object," I protested.
"You're only say that cause your all covered for the dance," He said. He turned around to Hermione and said, "Well Hermione, you're a girl."
She gazed up from her book with and pique look on her face. Harry shook Ron's arm and shot him a warningly glance. "Well spotted," She said sarcastically. Snape startled me by coming up from behind and whacking Ron and Harry over their heads with a book.
"Come on, it's one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl it's just sad," Ron replied. Harry and I sat dubiously at his poignant attempt to ask her to the dance. I slapped my forehead embarrassed for the boy and covered my eyes knowing what was to come from Hermione.
"I won't be going alone believe it or not someone's asked me!" She snapped and started to gather her things. "And I said yes!" She hissed and crammed all her things into her bag before storming off furiously. I was shocked since she never told me she had a date.
"Bloody hell," Ron exasperated. "She's lyin' right?" He asked leaning forward over to me. As the two boys started to strategize their plan to find dates I spotted Snape standing behind them, tugging his sleeves upwards to prepare to hit them again. "Agreed?" Ron asked Harry.
"Agreed," Harry repeated. Snape grabbed their heads and slammed them forcefully back down into their books. They let out a groan of pain and I rolled my eyes getting back to my studies.
Author's Note: Yes I updated quite quickly today, since it's school holidays for me I've got a lot of time on my hands. Thanks again for the alerts and favorites! Also if anyone has any recommendations for Alex's character in the YouTube video please let me know! I was hoping to find someone like that girl from 'John Tucker Must Die' and 'Prom Night', but I can't use her because someone's already down that for an Oliver Wood fanfic (that's where I got the idea from lol).