When most of the Gryffindors went off to their classes, amused by this performance, Ginny Weasley was in no mood for fun. She looked puzzled somewhere to the side, but noticing the angry Dean rising from the table, she jumped up and ran after him, hoping to explain herself.
"And what was that?" a scowling Ron asked his friends as they walked to the Transfiguration class.
"Ginny is a beautiful and independent girl, Ron. You have to accept that she can already date whoever she wants," Hermione told him.
"Have you seen those Slytherin faces? What if it's one of them? Harry, what do you say?" said Ron.
Harry didn't hear his friend. Entering the classroom, he squinted at the corner where the Slytherins were sitting and immediately saw her.
Since the last time they saw each other, only one day had passed, and the guy was already looking forward to meeting and an occasion to talk to the girl. Harry sat down next to his friends, stealthily peeking at Aurora.
She was so graceful. So she turned to her bosom friend and laughed loudly in response to her, while taking out parchment and feathers from her bag, so she removed the golden-red strand from her forehead with pale fingers and tucked it behind her ear. Harry immediately imagined how soft and silky her hair must be.
Professor McGonagall's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as she began class. Between assignments, Harry kept glancing at Aurora, who was diligently concentrating on her Transfiguration, when suddenly the door to the classroom banged open and everyone turned to the noise.
"Mister Malfoy, do you really deign to honor us with your presence?" McGonagall asked him. "Well, come in, since you've already arrived. You will work out the beginning of the lesson individually."
Malfoy said nothing and flopped down into the first free seat beside him. Everyone was still staring at him until someone in the class burst out laughing. Harry had to wipe his glasses to see what they were laughing at.
Malfoy, who knows what the hell, wrapped himself in a red and gold Gryffindor scarf.
A wave of giggles swept through the class more and more, until everyone burst into laughter.
The professor barely reassured the students:
"Mister Malfoy, I am of course very pleased that you decided to show sympathy for my house in this way, but could you please remove your scarf. However, we are indoors and not outdoors."
Draco looked embarrassed and reluctantly pulled off his scarf.
"Here's an idiot! Is he color blind? Can't see colors?" Ron asked Harry, who was sitting next to him, to which he only shrugged.
Of course, Malfoy was kinky, but Harry didn't care. He looked back at the Slytherin he was interested in. She was saying something and nodding to her laughing friend, but at the same time she herself looked a little embarrassed and guilty. Harry admired the gentle blush that appeared on her pale skin and suddenly felt his heart, like a caught bird, fluttering wildly in his chest.
The bell rang and everyone began to gather to quickly rush out of the classroom. Harry hesitated, hoping to catch Aurora alone, when suddenly Malfoy approached their company.
"Weasley, I need to talk to you," he said in an important tone.
"Well, say it, there are no strangers," Ron answered him, not intending to get up from the table, defiantly chewing another breakfast bun he had taken with him, and nodded at Harry and Hermione.
There really was no one left in the class, except for them and two Slytherins — Aurora and her friend, who diligently pretended not to hear anything.
"All right. As a man of honor, I want to inform you of my intentions regarding your sister," Draco drawled in one breath.
"What? What is he talking about, Harry?" Ron asked a friend.
The girls behind Malfoy burst out laughing. Harry glanced at them, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Will you deign to convey to her my respects and invitation to an audience?" the Slytherin continued, not noticing any laughter at himself.
"Auedi... What?" Weasley choked, unable to utter a word. Hermione patted him gently on the back.
"An audience is a date, Ron," she answered mechanically.
"Listen, Malfoy, you better get out of here before you get an audience with Madam Pomfrey," Harry blurted out, his hands already itching to stuff Malfoy's face, even though he was clearly inadequate. Or is it because he decided to mock them?
"What kind of adultery is this, dear?" Black jumped up to the confused and annoyed Malfoy.
She deliberately tried to show her jealousy and take care of the groom, as a scandal was clearly brewing that could end in a fight. That was the only reason she intervened, while she herself could hardly contain herself from laughing.
Harry made eye contact with Aurora, who immediately lowered her eyes, and he noticed her blush again.
"Let's get out of here and let them sort it out themselves," whispered Hermione, pulling Ron and Harry along with her.
"Damn Slytherins! What does he want from my sister?" Ron continued to be indignant all the way as they walked to the next lesson.
After dinner, the Gryffindors had their last Quidditch practice before the match. The guys went to the field, and Hermione, wishing a good training, went to get comfortable in the stands.
Ron was obviously out of sorts, all the time in the locker room wailing about Malfoy and, even when he entered the field, he could not calm down. Harry gathered the team around him, giving them their final instructions and guidance, and they took to the skies. Ron played so badly that he didn't catch a single ball, which made him even angrier and yelled at poor Demelza Robins.
"Ginny, go ahead!" suddenly it was heard from the stands and everyone was taken aback.
Harry raised his head and almost fell off his broom at what he saw.
In addition to the usual spectators, consisting of Gryffindor juniors, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, there was a single Slytherin dressed in red and gold and waving the Gryffindor flags — Draco Malfoy.
"What is he doing here? I'll break his legs now!" Ron yelled as he flew over to Harry.
"All right, practice's over," Harry called out to everyone. "Peakes, put the Bludgers in a box, Demelza, calm down, you played just fine today!"
Ginny was the first to go downstairs and hurried to the dressing room. Harry followed the execution of the tasks given to them and, when everyone dispersed, noticed that Malfoy was already gone. He went downstairs and hurried to the dressing room, having a premonition that Ron might mess things up.
Not finding him there, changing clothes, Harry went out to look for friends and found an interesting picture at the exit from the field: Malfoy was kneeling in front of Ginny, who fought him off in every possible way.
"Get away from my girlfriend!" Dean yelled as he ran up to Ginny.
"Was yours, will be mine!" Malfoy yelled back, straightening up. He looked crazy and looked at Dean like a bull looking at a red rag.
While no one else had drawn their wands yet, Harry decided to intervene and stood between Dean and Malfoy, addressing the latter:
"Get the hell out of here, Malfoy, in a good way!"
"I didn't come here for you, Potter!" he snapped.
People were already crowding around them: someone was laughing at Malfoy, dressed up in Gryffindor paraphernalia, someone was teasing, calling for a fight. But Harry understood that this should not be done and tried to peacefully resolve the conflict.
"Don't you dare pester my sister, Malfoy!" Ron stood next to Harry, ahead of his sister.
"Let me go! I can refuse him myself!" Ginny broke free of Dean's arms and shoved herself between Harry and Ron, who were covering her. "I don't know why you're crazy, Malfoy, but go to your bride already! I am not interested in you at all!"
"But I don't love her! I love you!"
Tears welled up in Draco's eyes, it seemed as if he was saying it so sincerely, from the heart, that any other girl, like Pansy, for example, would already be in seventh heaven from such a sincere confession. Therefore, it all looked even more ridiculous and the crowd around burst out laughing.
Ginny just shrugged her shoulders and spread her arms.
"You're out of luck, man! Get out of here!" and other exclamations came from all sides.
"I still won't give up! You will be mine!" Draco blurted out and ran off to the laughter and whistles of the Gryffindors.
"Hmm... Something's wrong with him..." Hermione pointed out to a stunned Harry.
*
Annabelle
At dinner, the Gryffindors were discussing something animatedly, chuckling, looking at our table. Aurora and I followed Draco after school, but alas, we didn't know what was going on on the field.
We were sitting under our favorite tree, from where we could only see the exit from the dressing rooms, but there we saw a picture where Malfoy was kneeling in front of Ginny. I was filled with laughter, that he did it! Couldn't have approached her in person? He disgraced himself worse than ever!
Of course, the action of Amortentia dulls all logical thinking, but to such an extent... We could not imagine that.
Now Draco was sitting next to me, not eating anything and diligently deducing something with a pen, constantly crossing out what was written. He was excited and looked like he was about to explode on his nerves.
"What are you writing?" I asked with curiosity, approaching and trying to examine the parchment.
"Back off!" Malfoy fumed, rudely pushing me away. "It's all because of you, you know? Because of you! Everyone knows that we are engaged and that's why nothing comes out of me! Where did you come from on my head? It would be better if you didn't exist at all!" he blurted out in hysterics in an overly high voice, scooped up his papers and jumped up, heading away.
I was taken aback, but didn't say anything. Of course, it was worth making allowances for the effect of the love elixir, but even under this potion, he managed to insult me. The truth of the true attitude towards me was coming out of him.
"He seems to be quite bad already…" Ora remarked excitedly, looking after Malfoy.
I didn't answer her. Was he bad? What was it like for me? How do I feel now? Draco knows how to spoil the mood. I frowned and stared at the glass of pumpkin juice in front of me, glaring at it.
We sat in the Great Hall until almost everyone had left. Going out into the lobby, we heard the faint sounds of music and some kind of creaking squeal from somewhere above. After exchanging glances with Aurora, we decided to go to the noise and see what was there.
Climbing higher and higher up the stairs, the sounds became louder and it was possible to discern that these were the words of some kind of love serenade, intertwined with the whistles and laughter of the listeners. The closer to the sound source, the crowd gathered more and more tightly. It would seem that the whole of Hogwarts was here — all the faculties and all the courses.
And so, when we were almost on the seventh floor, barely squeezing among the guys, I noticed a familiar blond top. Malfoy stood by the Fat Lady's portrait, the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, serenading Ginny in the hope that she would come out to him. Of course, he couldn't get in.
"My dear boy, I can't let you in!" The Fat Lady murmured in a high-pitched voice, feeling emotional for such, as it seemed to her, a romantic act.
Everyone burst out laughing again, and so did I. My mood has improved, I laughed loudly again.
Draco started another serenade and the Fat Lady was already singing along with him. The crowd applauded, whistled, hooted and simply enjoyed the spectacle.
"Come on, Malfoy! Sing louder! Then she will definitely hear you!"
"Malfoy's got a crush! What an idiot! Maybe transfer to Gryffindor?" and other exclamations came from all sides.
"What's going on here?" Snape's formidable voice suddenly rang out, as if out of nowhere. "Disperse immediately!"
The crowd hummed like a giant beehive. Everyone quickly tried to scatter in all directions, trying not to run into the seemingly angry professor. Ora and I didn't hesitate either and hurried down the stairs.
"Ravenclaw — follow me!"
"Hufflepuff — follow me!" we heard the exclamations of the headmen of the faculties, who suddenly remembered their duties and distributed the flow of students in all directions.
We huddled among the crowd of fifth-year students from Hufflepuff. Fortunately, we are girls of average height and could easily go unnoticed among guys, even if they are younger than us.
Trying not to look around, it still seemed to me that Snape, passing us, gave me and Ora a piercing look, but fortunately, he did not stop, but climbed further towards Draco. I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got downstairs and headed down to the dungeons, to our common room.
Well, the day was a success, and so were our pranks. Let's just hope that our involvement has gone unnoticed and we will not get anything for it. After all, what's wrong with that? This is just a joke!