As he slid quietly into a chair at one of the large oak tables in the library, Draco asked a question to the mound of bushy brown hair that covered the face of the person who was reading "Hogwarts: A History" for about the two hundredth time.
"How about it, mudblood, wanna go to the ball with me?" He drawled, making the question sound a little more sarcastic than he meant to.
"Your jokes just get better and better, don't they malfoy?" Said hermione Granger, as she looked up from reading her book and stared into his steely grey eyes.
"Well, it's not like anyone would actually want to go with a goody two-shoes mudblood like you, Granger, and you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes either. So I decided to be the gentleman that I am, and offer you the chance to save yourself from ridicule by coming with me." He swept his hair back, making sure every single strand was in place, but his hand was shaking slightly.
"How much of a gentleman you are really ceases to amaze me Malfoy." She said with a cold stare, "But it just so happens that I'd never be seen dead even touching you, let alone dancing with you. And, I'm already going with someone."
She picked up her stack of books, and, slinging her bag over her shoulder, flounced out of the library.
He remained at the table, stunned at what had just transpired. Draco Malfoy had just been turned down? Of course, it wasn't as though he had actually expected her to take the bait, it was just a cruel joke, but Draco dreaded what would have to happen next. The only decent looking girl in Slytherin was Pansy Parkinson, and she looked a bit like a rat that had been dropped in acid and then resurrected. He resigned himself to fate, and trudged his way back to the common room, all the while the searing pain of rejection burning a hole in his chest.
As the oak doors to the great hall opened, Draco struggled to keep from itching himself as Pansy Parkinson's frilly robes rubbed against his hand and gave him the sensation that he was taking a roll of sandpaper to the ball. "What did she do, get the house elves to soak it in a vat of starch for a few weeks?" He thought to himself as they walked at the front of the Slytherin crowd, and he tried to look as if he was enjoying himself.
On the way in, Draco discovered Granger's 'mystery' partner. She was on the arm of Viktor Krum, and she looked a lot different to her usual self. Her hair was sleek and pulled back, and her robes were simple yet elegant, the complete opposite of Pansy's over-the-top frills and pink. He looked her in the eye, as if asking her why she had chosen him. He was an honorary Slytherin, after all, and it was no better or worse than if she HAD gone with Draco. She stared back at him, and for once he felt the pain he had inflicted on everyone else for the past three and a half years. He therefore turned his attention to Krum, and his eyes burnt icily into Krum's, challenging him. No Malfoy was EVER left in the lurch (and forced to go to a ball with a girl who looked like she should be a dessert).
"How about it, mudblood, wanna go to the ball with me?" He drawled, making the question sound a little more sarcastic than he meant to.
"Your jokes just get better and better, don't they malfoy?" Said hermione Granger, as she looked up from reading her book and stared into his steely grey eyes.
"Well, it's not like anyone would actually want to go with a goody two-shoes mudblood like you, Granger, and you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes either. So I decided to be the gentleman that I am, and offer you the chance to save yourself from ridicule by coming with me." He swept his hair back, making sure every single strand was in place, but his hand was shaking slightly.
"How much of a gentleman you are really ceases to amaze me Malfoy." She said with a cold stare, "But it just so happens that I'd never be seen dead even touching you, let alone dancing with you. And, I'm already going with someone."
She picked up her stack of books, and, slinging her bag over her shoulder, flounced out of the library.
He remained at the table, stunned at what had just transpired. Draco Malfoy had just been turned down? Of course, it wasn't as though he had actually expected her to take the bait, it was just a cruel joke, but Draco dreaded what would have to happen next. The only decent looking girl in Slytherin was Pansy Parkinson, and she looked a bit like a rat that had been dropped in acid and then resurrected. He resigned himself to fate, and trudged his way back to the common room, all the while the searing pain of rejection burning a hole in his chest.
As the oak doors to the great hall opened, Draco struggled to keep from itching himself as Pansy Parkinson's frilly robes rubbed against his hand and gave him the sensation that he was taking a roll of sandpaper to the ball. "What did she do, get the house elves to soak it in a vat of starch for a few weeks?" He thought to himself as they walked at the front of the Slytherin crowd, and he tried to look as if he was enjoying himself.
On the way in, Draco discovered Granger's 'mystery' partner. She was on the arm of Viktor Krum, and she looked a lot different to her usual self. Her hair was sleek and pulled back, and her robes were simple yet elegant, the complete opposite of Pansy's over-the-top frills and pink. He looked her in the eye, as if asking her why she had chosen him. He was an honorary Slytherin, after all, and it was no better or worse than if she HAD gone with Draco. She stared back at him, and for once he felt the pain he had inflicted on everyone else for the past three and a half years. He therefore turned his attention to Krum, and his eyes burnt icily into Krum's, challenging him. No Malfoy was EVER left in the lurch (and forced to go to a ball with a girl who looked like she should be a dessert).