Sorry, sorry. I know it's been a while, but I've been losing my motivation to write. I promise I'll try hard to finish though.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but Allyson Dixie, who is of my own creation.
Albus POV:
I was still fuming over my stupid brother and his stupid suggestive comments. But then I looked over at Allyson, and immediately felt bad. I should be letting her have fun, not forcing her to deal with my whining. I could rant to Scorp later.
"Want to dance?" I asked her. She nodded with a slight blush still evident on her cheeks. I smirked, and led her out.
I taught her something Mum had taught me, an elaborate waltz. We danced for a while, before I left to get us a few drinks.
Scorpius was there, too, leaning against the long table with the concessions.
"Where's Rose?" I asked him.
"McGonagall wanted her to take care of the cat fight that two Third-Year girls got into. Dunno why they don't just use there wands," he flashed me the signature Malfoy smirk, "You look happy."
"Yeah," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Lady Allyson's awesome."
"And to think!" Scorp laughed, mirth sparkling in his eyes, "That all of this started with a bet to get her to like you."
I laughed with him, before grabbing two cups filled with punch and turned around to walk back to the dance floor.
And standing in front of me, blocking my way was Allyson Dixie.
"Hey!" I smiled, holding out one of the cups towards her.
"A bet?" her voice was shaky, and only then did I notice the tears filling her eyes.
A sinking feeling was in my stomach. She had overheard our conversation, but she had heard the wrong things. She wouldn't understand! I looked back. Scorpius was gone, probably to go meet Rose.
"Wait, Lady Allyson! I-"
"I'm sorry, Albus," she cut me off, "But I've really got to go."
And before I could say anything, before I could protest, she was gone.
Yeah, I know it's a really short chapter, but the conflict is introduced.