Chapter 9,
'And then guess what she said?' Vincent told Draco and Greg. 'That I have the cutest eyes a prefect has ever seen!' Draco stared at him.
'That you have the cutest eyes a prefect has ever seen?' he asked surprised. 'You are joking!' he would have ended up in a bad mood if it weren't for the fact that he just had worked with Padma. 'Are you two still having your relationship "secret"? I mean, sitting next to her in class is not really something no one would notice,' he carried on. He wanted to find some good comeback but nothing appeared in his mind.
'Well, I don't know. We have said not to tell anyone about it at least,' Vincent said as he pushed the door opened to the Main Hall where they were going to have their dinner.
'And you have kept your promise,' Greg replied wisely. He waved to Pamela who was sitting at the Rawenclaw table. She smiled and waved back. 'Pamela asked me if I was taking her to the Halloween prom when I told her she had something very similar to pumpkins in her eyes. I promised her I would,'
'What prom?' Draco said and stopped walking. Greg who had been walking behind him crashed into him. 'How come I haven't heard anything about this yet?'
There was an awkward silence. Neither Greg nor Vincent replied his question.
'Well. it is this prom that all the prefects have as a tradition every year on the day before Halloween,' Vincent said in a silent voice. 'And we are allowed to go since they are prefects,'
Draco quickly walked over to the other end of the table as far away from the spot where he, Vincent and Greg usually sat. He could feel his temper flaming up again. He really didn't want it too because he never knew what he might do while being at the top of his anger.
'Hey Draco,' he turned around. To his horror he saw Millicent Bulstrode sitting in the seat next to him.
'Hi,' he said simply and helped himself to a bowl of potatoes.
'Are you all right? You look really upset,' she said. For some reason Draco was glad being asked that question.
'No I am not all right,' he said angrily. 'Just because I am not a prefect I can't go to their yearly prom!' he exclaimed angrily. 'But Vincent and Greg are going. Just because their so called girlfriends are prefects,'
'Seriously Draco. the prom isn't at all fun. It isn't even a prom at all really.' she said with sympathy.
'How would you know?' he asked angrily. How come everyone knew more than him at this school?
'I am a prefect, silly,' she said playfully. Draco looked up. At once his anger disappeared.
'You are a prefect?' he asked. He suddenly saw a light of hope. 'You mean you are the person who gets all the password's for Slytherin?'
'Roland Hencicle and me. We are the two Slytherin prefects,' she explained. Draco looked at her. He didn't really like her, but did you need to like someone to go to the prom with? At least she was better than Pansy.
'Do you have a date for the prom yet?' he asked hopefully. Millicent looked at him with diamonds in her eyes.
'No,' she said.
'Can I go with you?' he asked. Millicent looked at him.
'Excuse me?' she asked disapprovingly.
'I mean. can I take you to the prom?' he asked understanding he actually needed to play along with that he liked her.
'Sure,' she replied and with a secret smile on her lips she turned her attention towards the food.
Well, she was nicer and looked better than when she had gone out with him in third grade. In other words a big improvement had appeared. Oh, well, he would at least be able to attend the prom.
'And then guess what she said?' Vincent told Draco and Greg. 'That I have the cutest eyes a prefect has ever seen!' Draco stared at him.
'That you have the cutest eyes a prefect has ever seen?' he asked surprised. 'You are joking!' he would have ended up in a bad mood if it weren't for the fact that he just had worked with Padma. 'Are you two still having your relationship "secret"? I mean, sitting next to her in class is not really something no one would notice,' he carried on. He wanted to find some good comeback but nothing appeared in his mind.
'Well, I don't know. We have said not to tell anyone about it at least,' Vincent said as he pushed the door opened to the Main Hall where they were going to have their dinner.
'And you have kept your promise,' Greg replied wisely. He waved to Pamela who was sitting at the Rawenclaw table. She smiled and waved back. 'Pamela asked me if I was taking her to the Halloween prom when I told her she had something very similar to pumpkins in her eyes. I promised her I would,'
'What prom?' Draco said and stopped walking. Greg who had been walking behind him crashed into him. 'How come I haven't heard anything about this yet?'
There was an awkward silence. Neither Greg nor Vincent replied his question.
'Well. it is this prom that all the prefects have as a tradition every year on the day before Halloween,' Vincent said in a silent voice. 'And we are allowed to go since they are prefects,'
Draco quickly walked over to the other end of the table as far away from the spot where he, Vincent and Greg usually sat. He could feel his temper flaming up again. He really didn't want it too because he never knew what he might do while being at the top of his anger.
'Hey Draco,' he turned around. To his horror he saw Millicent Bulstrode sitting in the seat next to him.
'Hi,' he said simply and helped himself to a bowl of potatoes.
'Are you all right? You look really upset,' she said. For some reason Draco was glad being asked that question.
'No I am not all right,' he said angrily. 'Just because I am not a prefect I can't go to their yearly prom!' he exclaimed angrily. 'But Vincent and Greg are going. Just because their so called girlfriends are prefects,'
'Seriously Draco. the prom isn't at all fun. It isn't even a prom at all really.' she said with sympathy.
'How would you know?' he asked angrily. How come everyone knew more than him at this school?
'I am a prefect, silly,' she said playfully. Draco looked up. At once his anger disappeared.
'You are a prefect?' he asked. He suddenly saw a light of hope. 'You mean you are the person who gets all the password's for Slytherin?'
'Roland Hencicle and me. We are the two Slytherin prefects,' she explained. Draco looked at her. He didn't really like her, but did you need to like someone to go to the prom with? At least she was better than Pansy.
'Do you have a date for the prom yet?' he asked hopefully. Millicent looked at him with diamonds in her eyes.
'No,' she said.
'Can I go with you?' he asked. Millicent looked at him.
'Excuse me?' she asked disapprovingly.
'I mean. can I take you to the prom?' he asked understanding he actually needed to play along with that he liked her.
'Sure,' she replied and with a secret smile on her lips she turned her attention towards the food.
Well, she was nicer and looked better than when she had gone out with him in third grade. In other words a big improvement had appeared. Oh, well, he would at least be able to attend the prom.