"Alas! Venus is aligned with Jupiter," said Professor Trelawney. "You all know what that means." She paused to let the class answer. But no one even blinked. "Love is in the air, my children," she said, answering for them. Most of the class didn't seem to think of this as interesting, but almsot every girl squealed. Pansy, herself, looked at Draco with sparkling eyes.
Draco felt his insides churn. He turned his head away and busied himself with the smoke coming from the incense burning on Trelawney's table.
"Professor Dumbledore, himself, has acknowledged these signs and has seen to it to arrange a Ball this Boxing Day!" Now all of the girls were squealing. "Yes, yes, he had intended the Ball to be on Valentine's but I told him — after consulting with the planets, of course — that this Boxing Day was the absolute best time for love to blossom." She cast a look around the students. All the boys looked as if they were about to retch, while all the girls were practically beaming at the thought.
Draco found himself about to gag. Pansy was whispering away with her friends — all of whom were rather giggly. Every now and then she'd glance at him and give him a bit of a wave. No doubt she thinks she'd be going with him again. But he swore to himself that it'd be a cold day in hell when he'd go to a Ball with her again. He was clearly blackmailed, pressured, and desperate. Pansy had sworn she'd tell the whole Slytherin House that he had been sucking his thumb since he was four — how he found out, he'd never know. Crabbe and Goyle had both been giving him a hard time about it, seeing as how Draco was the only one given an offer out of the three of them. And — as much as he hated to admit it — she was the only one to ask him. Him being in Slytherin was bad enough — it was a fact: no one liked Slytherin. At all — but he also had a pretty big reputation for being — well, bad.
He slumped over the round table. He'd probably have to go stag this year. He sure didn't want to go home for the Holidays — though hearing his mom and father's yells were beginning to look a bit appealing as compared to being laughed at at the Ball.
Feeling even worse than he was before class started, he slowly started to bang his head against the table.
"Ahh, clearly Mr. Malfoy is experiencing the effects of Pluto's orbit." Trelawney glided towards him, her head shaking gloomily. "I can sense your essence is a unique link with Pluto," she continued. "Does bad luck seem to have tailed you, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco looked up at her. Was she not the old fraud he pegged her to be? "Ah yes," she said, continuing as if he had answered. "Yes, well, I am sorry to say, Mr. Malfoy, that it would not be leaving your side soon." Draco let out a small groan. "But fret not," she said, lifting up a bony finger, "for fair fortune will be yours towards the end of the year." She nodded all-knowingly. "Yes, expect a drastic change, Mr. Malfoy. And perhaps," she said, surveying him, "even a chance at love?"
Draco saw Pansy practically glowing at these words.
Draco felt his insides churn. He turned his head away and busied himself with the smoke coming from the incense burning on Trelawney's table.
"Professor Dumbledore, himself, has acknowledged these signs and has seen to it to arrange a Ball this Boxing Day!" Now all of the girls were squealing. "Yes, yes, he had intended the Ball to be on Valentine's but I told him — after consulting with the planets, of course — that this Boxing Day was the absolute best time for love to blossom." She cast a look around the students. All the boys looked as if they were about to retch, while all the girls were practically beaming at the thought.
Draco found himself about to gag. Pansy was whispering away with her friends — all of whom were rather giggly. Every now and then she'd glance at him and give him a bit of a wave. No doubt she thinks she'd be going with him again. But he swore to himself that it'd be a cold day in hell when he'd go to a Ball with her again. He was clearly blackmailed, pressured, and desperate. Pansy had sworn she'd tell the whole Slytherin House that he had been sucking his thumb since he was four — how he found out, he'd never know. Crabbe and Goyle had both been giving him a hard time about it, seeing as how Draco was the only one given an offer out of the three of them. And — as much as he hated to admit it — she was the only one to ask him. Him being in Slytherin was bad enough — it was a fact: no one liked Slytherin. At all — but he also had a pretty big reputation for being — well, bad.
He slumped over the round table. He'd probably have to go stag this year. He sure didn't want to go home for the Holidays — though hearing his mom and father's yells were beginning to look a bit appealing as compared to being laughed at at the Ball.
Feeling even worse than he was before class started, he slowly started to bang his head against the table.
"Ahh, clearly Mr. Malfoy is experiencing the effects of Pluto's orbit." Trelawney glided towards him, her head shaking gloomily. "I can sense your essence is a unique link with Pluto," she continued. "Does bad luck seem to have tailed you, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco looked up at her. Was she not the old fraud he pegged her to be? "Ah yes," she said, continuing as if he had answered. "Yes, well, I am sorry to say, Mr. Malfoy, that it would not be leaving your side soon." Draco let out a small groan. "But fret not," she said, lifting up a bony finger, "for fair fortune will be yours towards the end of the year." She nodded all-knowingly. "Yes, expect a drastic change, Mr. Malfoy. And perhaps," she said, surveying him, "even a chance at love?"
Draco saw Pansy practically glowing at these words.
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A/N: I'm not sure, but Boxing Day is on the 26th of December. If I'm mistaken, don't hesitate to tell me. I'd appreciate it. ^^