The party was in full swing on Halloween
night. The pumpkin juice was tasty and the
twins were contemplating ways to set the prank of the century into action. Then it donned on Fred, and he quickly spouted it
off to George, within seconds they were prancing on Draco. As the students of Hogwarts all danced around, George purposely
landed into Draco causing him to splash his pumpkin juice all over poor Fred. (Ahh a wet Fred.. YUMMMY.)
Oh Draco, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. And Look all of your pumpkin juice splashed onto the floor and all over Fred. Let me go fix you another drink. George took the glass, wich proved to be Fred's cue to grab Hermione for a dance. George slipped the purple liquid in with a fresh cold glass of pumpkin juice before handing it back to Draco. here you go ole chap, Sorry for the inconvenience. Draco merely sneered back ah he grabbed the glass from George's outstretched hands.
Draco took one heavy drink, only to stand face to face with Hermione herself. You stupid mud blood what are you doing here? Why not find your boyfriend Weasley and get the hell out of my sight. (Ooh evil malfoy, yum)
You're a nasty twit Malfoy! And how many times do I have to tell you that Ron is NOT my boyfriend. (That's telling him Hermione! You go Girl! Hehe)
hey you mean even Weasels have taste? Draco would have said something more, but he
suddenly felt light headed, his stomach was doing flip-flops, his pulse began to race. When he looked up, there standing before him was a
totally new Hermione. Her brown hair was no
longer frizzy and horrendous, but curly and beautiful. Her eyes were the color of chocolate, and he wanted to sit and bask in the
wonder that was Hermione. (I'm sorry I know that's a little rich even for me,
but hey I'm the author I can do that =P)
Yes Draco Weasels have taste.. I mean We, Ron and I are not together and have never been together. Anger bubbled up reaching her eyes in a millisecond and for the first time, Draco felt it hurt him as much as it hurt her.
The music changed to a slow song, and as Hermione turned curtly on her heel to walk away, Draco's hand touched her arm. Her brown hair whipped around as she turned hatefully to face him. What do you want now you freaking bugger?
Uh, Mione? Can, what I mean to say is.. Well, May I have this dance? Draco suddenly found himself dying to dance with her. A Look of utter horror and disdain passed over her features, a sneer adorned her lips and she scoffed at him.
You, Draco Malfoy Dance with ME? Sarcasm dripped off every spiteful word.
Um, yeah. He replied hopefully. Please it's only one dance?
I think not. With that she again turned on her heel and found her friends at the other side of the room. Once there she relived her tale, to a laughing table of Gryffindors. Fred and George sat at the center ready to own up to their accomplishment when out of nowhere Malfoy came creeping up. He held a bouquet full of Goldenrod and Roses the size of a picnic basket. His sneer was replaced by a wonderful smile. (Boy that thought is a bit unearthing isn't it?)
Hermione, these are for the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts.
Well I'd better go find her then. Fred stated over the sudden hush of the hall. Causing most of the students to chuckle. Hermione however gave a death glare, causing him to sit down almost at once.
I don't know what the hell you think your doing Malfoy, but I don't want your flowers. Take them and whatever incantation you put on them and get the hell away from me, before I kick your arse. She muttered in his ear, pushing him backwards as she sat back down to the table. A single snigger escaped from Harry's mouth, and soon the whole table was laughing.