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"Draaacooo," a sharp voice that instantly gave Draco a headache called out. He had been sitting in relative peace and quiet in the dungeon common room, having ordered first year students out of his favorite seat next to the window that gave a view of the lake.
He didn't bother to look up from his Transfiguration textbook.
"What do you want Pansy."
"Nice way to greet your date, Draco Malfoy." Pansy said the word date as though it were in the same league as "girlfriend," "fiancé," or "wife." Draco presumed that in her mind, it was the same. He continued to look at the words in front of him, knowing that Pansy would just pretend that he cared and go on talking. She didn't disappoint.
"I have a sample fabric piece of my gown for you. I just came back from my fitting at Diagon Alley and want to make sure you know the exact shade of my dress, so that we match." She held out the piece of silk that came from the scraps of her Yule Ball gown, patiently waiting for Draco to take it.
Which he did, snatching it quickly with hardly a glance towards it.
"I'll be sure to send it Mother, so she knows what to order." He drawled out, his tone dismissing her away.
He heard a slight huff, followed by loud footsteps stomping on the stone steps that led to the entrance of Slytherin girl dormitories.
Knowing that Pansy had left him alone, Draco took a moment to look at the piece of silk she'd given him. The color of her gown was festive apparently; in his hand was a shade of bright red. Sighing, he stuffed it into the pocket of his robe.
He really wished Blaise hadn't goaded him into asking Pansy to the ball. But still, gold was gold. Mother would be upset if she noticed 20 pieces of it suddenly missing from his private vault. Blaise's mother didn't notice how much her son kept in his vault, she being so wealthy. 20 gold pieces would hardly be cause for alarm for a woman like Mrs.. Gordern? Draco thought that could be her newest last name, though he would have to ask Blaise for confirmation.
For all the lavish spending, Narcissa Malfoy kept a shrewd eye on the family accounts. She definitely would notice if 20 pieces of gold were gone and she hadn't authorized the spending.
"Hey mate," Blaise came in the common room just then. He strode confidently over to Draco, settling down in one of the leather arm chairs. The green light of the lake cast a soft glow over his face.
"I have a date." He announced, smirking.
"Who'd you trick?" Draco asked, placing his textbook down on the mahogany coffee table between them. Homework could wait.
"Janessa Covery." Blaise said, obviously pleased with himself.
"The sixth year Ravenclaw?" Draco couldn't help but be impressed. Janessa Covery played on the house quidditch team, and as a result had a stunning body that she liked to show off with short skirts.
"The very one. Apparently she and that idiot Hufflepuff – Harris I think – broke up last week. So I knew she'd be desperate for a date." Blaise's smirk grew bigger. "I was right."
"Well done mate." Draco couldn't help but be jealous of his friend's luck. He would be damned though if he let that show.
"Also, I heard an interesting rumor about your favorite Gryffindor." Blaise said after a minute. Draco raised his eyebrow, waiting.
"Montague asked her to the Yule Ball. I overheard him talking to Viktor Krum and some of their Durmstrang friends about it."
Draco processed this.
"Why he would want to take a third year is beyond me." He said, suspicious of the Durmstrang student's motives.
"Mate, have you looked at Ginny Weasley recently? She's growing up rather nicely." Blaise shrugged, not really caring about whom the Italian boy chose to ask.
"She's barely thirteen." Draco replied, taking a deep breath.
Blaise looked at him oddly for a second, before shaking his head slightly and deciding to not comment. Truthfully he never understood the friendship between Draco and Ginny, or the weird jealous but protective vibe Draco failed at hiding when it came to the red head. He thought it wiser to not question his friend about it.
"Right then, I'm going up to the dorm. I think a nap is in order before dinner." Blaise stood up and headed off, leaving Draco alone once more.