I updated, finally, and I don't own Harry Potter.

Hope, when you read the 1st name of your date, you're going to hate me or love me

Chapter 12

"Hope Blinne," called McGonagall.

Hope stepped out of the line of every girl in Hogwarts and stuck her hand in the large hat that stood next to McGonagall. As she pulled out the bit of parchment, she visibly relaxed. "Er, Ian Jerold," she read.

A tall, handsome third year stepped out of the boys' line. He had dark hair and deep blue eyes. He escorted Hope to the area where a group of couples stood nervously with their date for the ball.

It was October 16, the day where we are randomly assigned a date for the ball. Out of "the goodness of their hearts," the Ministry allowed the girls to pick their partners, by drawing a name from a hat. It wasn't really fair because you could get a guy who had bad acne or something (like Louis Mitchell, I feel bad for Bethany Allen).

I forced my thoughts back to the "Coupling." Blah, blah, blah. Don't know them, don't care.

"Hermione Granger"

Hermione stepped out of line and reached into the hat. "Ron Weasely." A bright red Ron escorted an equally red Hermione to the "couple" area.

I started to ignore Professor McGonagall after that and started to dwell on the possibilities for me. Malfoy was still in. Damn. So was John. Double damn. I didn't want to think about the hell I would go through if either came out of the hat for me.

"Kylie Mason."

Kylie Mason! Crap, that's me. Are we that far in the alphabet already? Who did Kaitlyn get? What the hell?

Thinking that I had heard wrong, I remained where I was until some seventh year Gryffindor shoved me out of line.

I stuck my hand into the hat and felt for a piece of parchment. There wasn't any. Confused, I reached further into the bag and grabbed the only thing that was in there and pulled it out and read the name of my date. I started to hypervenalate as the world started to spin. No, out of all the guys in Hogwarts how the hell did I get him??!?!?!?!?!

Draco Malfoy stepped out of the line.