Well, Kittykat589 finally irked me with her Harry Potter fanfics to the point they didn't annoy me anymore. And now I'm putting finger to keypad and writing my own. WOW. Well, here we go...

Setting: Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts and he racks the nerves to ask her out. (No! Not Hermoine...)

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He had always admired her, ever since his first year at Hogwarts. And during their fifth year they started talking more and became friends. He didn't think that she liked him like that. But, with the way every other Slytherin stared at him, maybe she did. Draco stared across the common room at her. She stood with the only girl who seemed to care about her. She smiled and started to laugh. Draco found himself smiling too, even though he didn't hear the joke.

Draco walked across the room to one of the most popular Slytherin girls. She was in her seventh year and a shameless whore...I mean, FLIRT. She looked up at Draco and grinned. I wish I didn't have to talk to this...girl. Draco thought. But he had to, if he wanted a chance with the girl who just last year started to notice him he had to ask that pathetic Sheena the question. Draco sighed. "Yes?" Sheena asked sweetly. "If someone asks a girl to the ball, and she says no, then said someone buys said girl a dress, would that change her mind?" Sheena started to beam. The other girls got this jealous smile on their faces.

"Awww, Draco! I would never turn you down!" She giggled, trying hard to blush so she would look sweet. "I'm not talking about YOU, Sheena. The thought of escorting you to the Slytherin Ball is repulsive." Draco sneered, insulted by how she thought every man wanted her. "Oh..." Sheena said in a small voice as the others snickered. She regained her composure. "Well, who are you asking?" She asked flirty, obviously wondering who she had to take out to snatch the pick of the Slytherin litter. "Answer my question." He said, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, that oughta do it. A dress would win any girl over if she's stupid enough to turn you down in the first place." She said, hurt that he wouldn't respond like the other boys did.

A minute later he was over to the other side of the room, over to Sylla. She looked over at him and grinned. "Hey, Malfoy. What's up?" She asked. Her friend Panda, as they called her because of her Chinese origin, smiled and said hi kind of shyly. "Hey. Uh, Sylla..." "HM?" She asked while flipping her red hair back. "I wanted to know if you'd go to the Slytherin Ball with me?" He got out, trying not to sound desperate or embarassed. "Wow, uh..." She kind of looked to the ceiling, then the floor, then at Panda, then back to Draco. Everyone was pretending not to listen, but this was kinda big.

"See, Malfoy Draco," She was obviously nervous because her japanese was coming out. (This is why Panda and Sylla are so close, Panda is 100% Chinese and Sylla is 75% Japanese, and they are the only oriental Slytherins.) "I don't do the whole dance thing. I'm an orphan, I don't have the money to buy some fancy dress I'll wear once. Besides, nobody even dances at a dance anymore...it's kind of redundant." "Yeah, with ya on that one!" Panda piped in. Draco nodded in agreement.

"Another thing, every house getting their own ball is just a scheme to get everyones mind off of the latest rash of evil doing as we wait for Granger Hermione to figure out the mystery, Weasley Ron make assanine faces and Potter Harry swoop in to save the day AGAIN!" Sylla went into a rant, while still keeping a cool composure. "Even though he'll brake over eighty Gryfinder rules, he'll get off with thousands of congratulations, an obscene amount of unneeded publicity, a dinning room full of aplauding houses, ours excluded, and all others, with an exception of Slytherins, will claim their love and dedication..." Sylla took a pause and looked around at all the Slytherins staring at her and she smiled. "Now, where is the justice in that? Potter does all that every year as we twidle our thumbs. I'd like to be hailed, but instead I, like all other Slytherins, am discriminated and reseves NO GLORY. It's just...not...nice. So you all go to your little ball, forget about that Hufflepuff girl's missing mum, and let Potter be the hero. We do it all the time." She stood straight with her chin up in defiance of the oh, so wrong Potter. She smiled and the Slytherin house broke into appluse. Draco was baffled, but liked the speach and found himself clapping himself. When the noise died down Sylla looked back at Draco. "I'll think about it, though...I guess." And she walked up to her room.

Draco looked at the floor. "Oh, Malfoy! She likes you." Panda said, a big grin etched on her face. "If she did, she wouldn't have turned me down." He said, trying to cover the hurt by acting like his usuall jerk-self. "You, my friend, are missillusioned. Why won't she go to the ball?" Draco thought about the speech. "Not enough money, dance is redundant, and Potter is stupid." Panda smiled. "Did she say there was something wrong with you?" She asked. Draco grinned. "No." "Buy her a dress." Panda explained and walked up to the dormitory.

When Lin, aka Panda, reached the room she changed and flopped on the bed, fighting back tears. I can't believe this. She thought. I've wanted Draco for so long...and I just told him how to get with my best friend. She looked over at Sylla's bed. She was sitting up and writing something, and she had a big grin on her face. Oh well. Can't win 'em all...she deseves him more than I do. And Panda fell asleep.
A/N: Sooo, whatc'hya think? Is it O.K? R/R and you may win a GRAND PRIZE of Bertie Bott's Every Flovor Beans!

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