Christmas Ball
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Chapter 2- I'm sorry, no
Draco's P.O.V.
I slowly opened the door and heard the yelling getting louder as I approached the portrait. I opened it by the frame and then saw it wasn't the whole school, just a bunch of hyper Ravenclaws. Ok, the yells weren't angry...oh well. The house went silent as I opened the door. "Hey, where's Maelle?" One of the girls asked. "Uh...asleep." I replied, rubbing my left eye. "Oh." Another one said disappointedly. "Why are you asking for Maelle anyway?" I asked them again. "It's her birthday!!!" The whole school yelled happily. "What is going on?" Came a professor's voice from down the hall.
All the ravenclaws turned around to see Professor McGonagall with a very stern look on her face. "Ravenclaws!! How DARE you disturb Draco at 6:30 in the morning! He needs all the rest he can get preparing for the Christmas Ball! It IS tomorrow." She said. "Get to bed, all of you! You can celebrate Ms. Lawone's (A/N: Maelle) birthday later, at lunch." She said. "How did you know about her birthday?" One of the sixth years asked. "Never mind that, go to bed! Scat!" Professor McGonagall demanded and they all started to leave.
"I'm sorry, Mister Malfoy. Go back to sleep." She said, and with that I slammed the portrait closed, happy to get to sleep...but then? Oh, man! I'm not sleepy anymore!!
Hermione's P.O.V.
I heard pounding on something near the door as I slept but I guessed it was just something falling over in one of the bedrooms. But then, I kept tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep on account of the noise.
After a few minutes, I heard a door creak and some indistenct talking. Then, I heard Professor McGonagall shout something that I also couldn't hear and then someone slam the portrait shut. Ok, something was going on and I wanted to know about it. I got up and then I saw the calender on my wall. Circled in red was the twenty-third, Maell's birthday. "Stupid Ravenclaws." I muttered and looked at the time. It was only 6:30! I looked at my calender again to see if there was something else I was missing. Oh, man! Tomorrow was the Christmas Ball! On Christmas Eve. I hadn't even got a date yet. Michael and Maelle were going together, Draco...I don't know, Harry's probably going with Ginny, Ron with Lavender...well, what about me?!
I suppose I could get ready and head out for an early breakfast. Great. That meant robes. I put them on, which I didn't really want to and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But when I opened the door I saw Draco putting on a bathrobe, facing the mirror. He splashed water on his face. "Um...Draco?" I asked and he quickly jumped. As he saw me, his face was expressionless. "You going to the dance with Potter?" He asked. "Uh..no." I said. "I thought he was going with Ginny." I said and he burst out laughing. "Weasley's WAY to protective of his little sister, especially of what happened with you and Potter in the past."
I forced a laugh and kind of blushed. "What about you?" I said all of a sudden. "Why do you care?" He asked. "Well, why did you ask me if I was going with Harry?" I asked, a bit annoyed. " Draco turned around to face the mirror again and wiped off the little water droplets that were still on his face. "Draco, seriously, who are you going with?" I asked, almost demanding him to tell me.
"Wow. You ARE bossy, Hermione. Ok...I'll tell you. Later." He said, leaving the washroom. I let out a low growl and stepped in to brush my teeth.
After, I found Draco sitting on the couch, reading a book that was called "How to get a father out of your life." "This is useless, I'm not going to kill my dad in drastic ways." He said to himself and snapped the book shut. I cleared my throat and he quickly faced me. "Well, are you going to tell me now?" I asked. I knew it was only a few minutes since I asked, but I wanted to see who he was going with, if it was so funny, I would tell Harry and Ron, if not, hey, I'll still tell them.
"Fine. If you'll sod off." He said. "Hey! Draco, remember? We had that talk about getting along as prefects?" I reminded him and he rolled his eyes. "I... do not have a date yet." He said. "W-wait!" I said in a quiet, yet shocked voice. "Don't you go with Pansy Parkison?" He just scoffed. "That pug-faced thing?! Yeah, sure! At the Yule Ball you could say I was forced to by my father, but he's not here this time. I think I'll just stay at the table and watch people dance and YOU sing." He said. I laughed. Wait. I better practice! After breakfast. "So...if you aren't going with Potter, who ARE you going to the dance with?" He asked.
"Um...well, If Harry's free...no, no. That's Ginny's territory!" I said and notice him look at me, lifting his eyebrow in confusion. "Sorry, thinking aloud. Hehe. Yeah...I'm not going with anyone." I said. "Hey, Hermione?" He asked. "What?" "Uh, no. Nevermind." I shrugged and headed off to the kitchens. I was met by Dobby. He gave me some food and asked why I was down so early. I then told him kindly not to be too nosy. He nodded and left me to eat in peace.
Ok, let me discuss this with my brain. I haven't got a date, Draco hasn't got a date, Harry.. SUPPOSEDLY doesn't have a date. But...Harry...hmm...no! Over Harry! Ginny can have him! Wait...Ron's too protective of his little sister going with Harry...what am I going to do? Bah, I'll just go alone, like Draco and sing my stupid solo. Well, who knows who'll ask me today, but people will probably already have dates. Anyway...who'd want to go with a 'mudblood'?
Draco's P.O.V.
Ok, so I HAD developed a crush. I knew that. I found myself finding her interesting, beautiful and I may even love her. I'm not sure. But wait. Hermione doesn't have a date...maybe I could ask her to the dance! But...what if she doesn't feel the same way? But how am I to get a date if I don't even ask? That's it. I'll ask.
After about half-an-hour she came back through the portrait. "Hello Hermione." I said immediately and stood up. "Yes?" she asked, walking towards me. "Uh...well... ah--I--I...um..." I had to gather courage. "Spit it out." She said. I sighed. "I want to ask you if you would like to...go to the dance with me." I said, sweating lightly. It was then that I got my answer.
A/N: SORRY!! I had to leave it here! Cliffhanger's are my favorite!! Haha!
Disclaimer doesn't own
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Chapter 2- I'm sorry, no
Draco's P.O.V.
I slowly opened the door and heard the yelling getting louder as I approached the portrait. I opened it by the frame and then saw it wasn't the whole school, just a bunch of hyper Ravenclaws. Ok, the yells weren't angry...oh well. The house went silent as I opened the door. "Hey, where's Maelle?" One of the girls asked. "Uh...asleep." I replied, rubbing my left eye. "Oh." Another one said disappointedly. "Why are you asking for Maelle anyway?" I asked them again. "It's her birthday!!!" The whole school yelled happily. "What is going on?" Came a professor's voice from down the hall.
All the ravenclaws turned around to see Professor McGonagall with a very stern look on her face. "Ravenclaws!! How DARE you disturb Draco at 6:30 in the morning! He needs all the rest he can get preparing for the Christmas Ball! It IS tomorrow." She said. "Get to bed, all of you! You can celebrate Ms. Lawone's (A/N: Maelle) birthday later, at lunch." She said. "How did you know about her birthday?" One of the sixth years asked. "Never mind that, go to bed! Scat!" Professor McGonagall demanded and they all started to leave.
"I'm sorry, Mister Malfoy. Go back to sleep." She said, and with that I slammed the portrait closed, happy to get to sleep...but then? Oh, man! I'm not sleepy anymore!!
Hermione's P.O.V.
I heard pounding on something near the door as I slept but I guessed it was just something falling over in one of the bedrooms. But then, I kept tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep on account of the noise.
After a few minutes, I heard a door creak and some indistenct talking. Then, I heard Professor McGonagall shout something that I also couldn't hear and then someone slam the portrait shut. Ok, something was going on and I wanted to know about it. I got up and then I saw the calender on my wall. Circled in red was the twenty-third, Maell's birthday. "Stupid Ravenclaws." I muttered and looked at the time. It was only 6:30! I looked at my calender again to see if there was something else I was missing. Oh, man! Tomorrow was the Christmas Ball! On Christmas Eve. I hadn't even got a date yet. Michael and Maelle were going together, Draco...I don't know, Harry's probably going with Ginny, Ron with Lavender...well, what about me?!
I suppose I could get ready and head out for an early breakfast. Great. That meant robes. I put them on, which I didn't really want to and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But when I opened the door I saw Draco putting on a bathrobe, facing the mirror. He splashed water on his face. "Um...Draco?" I asked and he quickly jumped. As he saw me, his face was expressionless. "You going to the dance with Potter?" He asked. "Uh..no." I said. "I thought he was going with Ginny." I said and he burst out laughing. "Weasley's WAY to protective of his little sister, especially of what happened with you and Potter in the past."
I forced a laugh and kind of blushed. "What about you?" I said all of a sudden. "Why do you care?" He asked. "Well, why did you ask me if I was going with Harry?" I asked, a bit annoyed. " Draco turned around to face the mirror again and wiped off the little water droplets that were still on his face. "Draco, seriously, who are you going with?" I asked, almost demanding him to tell me.
"Wow. You ARE bossy, Hermione. Ok...I'll tell you. Later." He said, leaving the washroom. I let out a low growl and stepped in to brush my teeth.
After, I found Draco sitting on the couch, reading a book that was called "How to get a father out of your life." "This is useless, I'm not going to kill my dad in drastic ways." He said to himself and snapped the book shut. I cleared my throat and he quickly faced me. "Well, are you going to tell me now?" I asked. I knew it was only a few minutes since I asked, but I wanted to see who he was going with, if it was so funny, I would tell Harry and Ron, if not, hey, I'll still tell them.
"Fine. If you'll sod off." He said. "Hey! Draco, remember? We had that talk about getting along as prefects?" I reminded him and he rolled his eyes. "I... do not have a date yet." He said. "W-wait!" I said in a quiet, yet shocked voice. "Don't you go with Pansy Parkison?" He just scoffed. "That pug-faced thing?! Yeah, sure! At the Yule Ball you could say I was forced to by my father, but he's not here this time. I think I'll just stay at the table and watch people dance and YOU sing." He said. I laughed. Wait. I better practice! After breakfast. "So...if you aren't going with Potter, who ARE you going to the dance with?" He asked.
"Um...well, If Harry's free...no, no. That's Ginny's territory!" I said and notice him look at me, lifting his eyebrow in confusion. "Sorry, thinking aloud. Hehe. Yeah...I'm not going with anyone." I said. "Hey, Hermione?" He asked. "What?" "Uh, no. Nevermind." I shrugged and headed off to the kitchens. I was met by Dobby. He gave me some food and asked why I was down so early. I then told him kindly not to be too nosy. He nodded and left me to eat in peace.
Ok, let me discuss this with my brain. I haven't got a date, Draco hasn't got a date, Harry.. SUPPOSEDLY doesn't have a date. But...Harry...hmm...no! Over Harry! Ginny can have him! Wait...Ron's too protective of his little sister going with Harry...what am I going to do? Bah, I'll just go alone, like Draco and sing my stupid solo. Well, who knows who'll ask me today, but people will probably already have dates. Anyway...who'd want to go with a 'mudblood'?
Draco's P.O.V.
Ok, so I HAD developed a crush. I knew that. I found myself finding her interesting, beautiful and I may even love her. I'm not sure. But wait. Hermione doesn't have a date...maybe I could ask her to the dance! But...what if she doesn't feel the same way? But how am I to get a date if I don't even ask? That's it. I'll ask.
After about half-an-hour she came back through the portrait. "Hello Hermione." I said immediately and stood up. "Yes?" she asked, walking towards me. "Uh...well... ah--I--I...um..." I had to gather courage. "Spit it out." She said. I sighed. "I want to ask you if you would like to...go to the dance with me." I said, sweating lightly. It was then that I got my answer.
A/N: SORRY!! I had to leave it here! Cliffhanger's are my favorite!! Haha!
