Faded Eternity
Chapter 9- Arguments and Proposals
Author's Notes- Okay, I now have enough inspiration to continue this story. I know I never had up an author's note saying I was going in search of inspiration, but I did anyway. Nothing really seemed to happen- until I was intrigued, by something you least expected... My history textbook! I have completely changed what I thought the ending was to be like in my mind, so be aware that there may be some back-ups in my writing. AND, even though the fifth book came out today, I'd like you all who have already read part of it or who have read it entirely to temporarily forget everything it contains. Mwahaha. Thank you all so much for reviewing, I still can't believe I've made it this far.
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After a restless night of dreams filled with images of the upcoming ball, the students piled out into the Great Hall like zombies to eat their breakfast. There was still the occasional whisper of "Will you go with me" within every Three-Foot radius.
"Okay." Started in Ron, "Hermione, can you tell me who's hot and who's not this year?"
"Lethon's looking pretty sexy over there all alone, ask her." Hermione snapped back sarcastically.
"Seriously, 'Mione! I'll bet anything you already have a date... again." Ron muttered exasperated.
"Well... yes..." Hermione blushed bright red, "Harry, what about you?"
"I'm not going." Harry yawned.
"What??? Why not?" Hermione asked, with an arched eyebrow.
"I didn't want to go last dance, but I had to because I was a bloody TRIWIZARD champion." Harry mumbled.
"Oh... what are you going to do instead?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know... Catch up on some much needed sleeping. I KNOW it's not like me, but I'm bloody tired." Harry retorted.
"SOO..." Ron attacked Hermione, "Who's your date this time?"
"Oh you'll find out." Hermione flashed a mischievous smile.
Both Harry and Ron let out sighs that shook the earth.
"Oh shut up!" Hermione exclaimed, annoyed.
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"Soo... who's your date for the dance Val? Huh? Huh?" Blaise asked for the umpteenth time that same day.
"I told you! I DON'T HAVE ONE...yet." Val spat, nearly banging her head on the table in anger.
"Well, how about, err... Bole? He's pretty good-looking." Blaise commented.
"Not when he "accidentally" slams you in the nose with a beaters club, he's not good-looking!" Val retorted angrily.
"Darn... How about Derrick? He's okay." Recommended Blaise.
"He laughed at me when I was slammed in the nose with a beater's club." she insisted.
"Dang, you're a harsh one Val! Lay off of the grudges. You're not going to get a date with a bleedin' grudge!" Blaise complained.
"..So? Then I won't have a date then." Val shrugged.
"And what will you do? Sit in the common room with Flint the Loner?" Zabini chuckled at the thought.
"NO WAY, I'll find a date..." Lethon trailed off.
"How about Montague... He's pretty nice-looking, and he's on the Quidditch team with you." She suggested.
"That's a possibility, are there any other options?" Val asked.
"Um... there's Flint..." Blaise cast a dubious look down the table in Flint's direction.
"No. I will never go with a bloody idiot like Flint! He's such a jerk!" she exclaimed in anger.
"You know... those are the exact words I used to say about Warrington..." Blaise gave Val a knowing wink.
"Damn you Zabini, I hate Flint's guts. Only a person as diluted as you are can go from hate to love in 6.5 seconds flat." Val scoffed.
"Hmm, people actually CAN go from hate to love in 6.5 seconds, but with Flint I doubt anyone could LIKE him. Let alone ask him to the ball. First he has these DISGUSTING teeth that could make Crabbe look like a super model, and then he fails the grade three times in a row! How stupid can you get?" Zabini snickered.
"True, so true. So we've decided on Montague then, eh?" Val sighed deeply.
"I suppose so..." Blaise didn't have time to finish, that very second, Pansy appeared behind them, having listened to their conversation.
"Montague?" Pansy played mock-innocence, "I'm so sorry Lethon, but my friend Millicent already has him taken..." Parkinson wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.
The worst scowl imaginable formed on Val's face as Parkinson mocked her.
"You bloody git-..." Val also wasn't able to continue, due to the fact Pansy had retreated into a large crowd.
Blaise was laughing her head off, "So... do Bole and Derrick look sexy enough yet? Are the Grudges passed?"
Val gave her a desperate look, "YES."
"Ha ha, I knew that would happen, how am I so psychic?" Blaise mused.
"You mean PSYCHO." Val added.
Blaise shook her head wryly, "Okay then, now here's the challenge: You have to ASK him."
"Okay." Val said simply and strode over to Derrick.
"Err... Derrick?" she started, her calm and aloof composure slipping away faster into the abyss, "Would you- would you go- would you go to" she stuttered.
"To the ball with you?" Derrick asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Err... Ye-" Val's tongue froze, not allowing her to speak.
"I'm sorry, I would go with you Lethon, I really would, but I'm already going with Luna Devon." He answered. He did sound a LITTLE apologetic. Thank god he was sincere.
"Luna De- Who's she?" Val's tongue unstuck itself.
"She's Ravenclaw. You wouldn't know her." He cut off.
"Oh... I'll see you later then Derrick." Val murmured as she spun off towards Blaise.
"SOOO!!!" Blaise jumped up and down excitedly, "Do you have a date????"
"No, he's going with a mangy Ravenclaw." Val muttered darkly.
"Aww... that sucks. SO, ask Bole." Blaise commanded.
"I'll ask him later, we have our Transfiguration class next." Val answered.
"Don't tell me- we're with the Gryffindors." Blaise stated.
"Yes. Trying to tell us to get over House rivalries by making us take a thousand bloody classes with them." Val spat.
"I hate that! You want to pass notes during McGonagall's speech?" Blaise proposed.
"Sure. Maybe we can come up with a good idea on how to kill Granger. I think that fried and battered is best, personally." She laughed.
"I think I like Flame Broiled better." Zabini thought aloud.
"True, True."
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-Transfiguration with the Gryffindor and Slytherin Fifth Years-
The Slytherin girls occupied the back seats in McGonagall's boring class. Here the note passing began. Even a few Gryffindor girls like Parvati Patil came and passed notes occasionally. McGonagall's class was THAT boring. Today, there was a large amount of girls in the back, due to the fact that this was the perfect time to gossip about the ball and ball partners. Oh yes, and make fun of boys.
Parvati started the sheet. It read:
=So who's going with whom here?=
Blaise took the sheet and replied:
::Warrington. ;)::
Hermione took the sheet; it was VERY unusual to see her passing notes here. Just goes to show that the ball is a very fun thing to talk about. Hermione scribbled on the paper:
#I'm not telling. :D#
Hermione passed it to Val. Val snatched it and jotted down an answer:
+I don't have a date yet.+
It was then handed to Pansy. Pansy scribbled happily:
I
Millicent grabbed it and wrote:
~I'm going with Montague. Lethon could go with Goyle! HAHA.~
Parvati pulled the small paper out of Millicent's huge hand, and wrote some more:
=Nah, Lethon wouldn't be good with Goyle. You could go with him though, Bulstrode.=
Blaise then received the parchment, and began to write:
::HAHA, Millicent could DEFINITELY go with Goyle!::
Hermione was passed the paper and she began to scribble:
#How about Malfoy? Does he have a date? He could go with Val...#
Val picked up the paper and wrote:
+Malfoy doesn't want a date, he's going to try and get as many dances as he can without having a date. I doubt I'll get a date either.+
Pansy got the paper:
Millicent was then passed the paper and started writing with her pudgy hand:
~HAHAHA! Flint the Failure!~
Parvati had the sheet again now, she wrote:
=That Flint is CREEPY! I don't know if ANYONE could withstand a dance with him!=
Blaise seized the paper:
::Flint? Oh my god, at least he doesn't have those horrid teeth anymore!::
It was then handed over to Val:
+We're discussing Flint now? So he's the only option left? OH MY GOD... HE IS SUCH A JERK! I HATE HIM!!!! HE CAN GO FU
Before Val could insult Flint anymore, Pansy stole the paper and wrote:
Millicent had it now:
~What a Stupid arse.~
Parvati grabbed it:
=So, Val won't get a date?=
Blaise wrote:
::I guess...::
Val got it again. She wrote:
+Maybe...+
The class ended right after she wrote the note, and Val was left to stuff the note in her robe pocket and head out the door.
Everyone met in the hall, and Lavender Brown walked up to Harry Potter, rather blatantly.
"Will you go to the ball with me?" she asked.
"Umm, sure..." Harry muttered.
"I thought you weren't going to the ball." Hermione burst in. Lavender shot a horrid glare at the bushy haired wonder.
"Well I didn't say I would turn someone down!" Harry grinned. Lavender beamed.
"Have it your way..." Hermione stuck her nose in the air and marched off to Arithmancy.
The rest of them strode off to Divination.
One by one they climbed up into the musty classroom, the incense smothering their senses the second they arrived.
"Welcome, children..." began Trelawney, "Today, we shall make predictions about the ball tomorrow night."
The class broke into a ton of excited whisperings. Val and Harry broke out into a groan. Harry because he didn't want his death predicted, and Val because she didn't want to hear more about the stupid ball.
"Because you two both seem so upset about it, lets resolve and make predictions together in front of the class."
More groans again.
"Now now, no need to whine, come up here and we can see what will happen."
Val and Harry wrenched themselves up off of the poufs and walked towards the front of the class.
"In this lesson we will use the pendulum to predict." She announced as she pulled out a board with characters inscribed upon it, and laid it flat on the table. She then pulled out a chain, unclasped, with a crystal dangling on the last link. She passed the chain to Val, and told her to dangle the chain over the board.
"Now, if the crystal moves side to side it means that the emotion the character describes will not occur. If the crystal moves up and down then that means the emotion will occur."
Val held the pendulum over the first character, It was a bright green. The crystal began to swing up and down vigorously.
"Ah, envy you will experience." Trelawney buzzed.
During the next few minutes, Trelawney predicted that Val would go to the ball and experience anger, envy, depression, apologize, and then would experience happiness. With a raised eyebrow, Val sat down.
Harry was given the pendulum, and he groaned as he held it over a character.
"Ah, I see some happiness will be in store for you." Trelawney said.
Nearly all of the class fell out of their seats the second she said happiness. Trelawney NEVER predicted happiness for Potter! Harry was completely dumbfounded.
"What- What did you just say?" Harry asked, his jaw agape.
"I said you would experience happiness at the ball." Repeated Trelawney.
"Oh..." Harry was bewildered.
Then everyone else was given a turn with the pendulum, and at the end of class they all found that everyone would have an okay time at the ball. Except maybe Val... But it HAD said there would be happiness at the end... she doubted it.
Draco had gotten a good prediction as well. Happiness sounded like a good thing to have right now. He wondered if he should just get a date for the ball... no, Pansy already had a date, and she was the only one that truly wanted to be his partner anyway. But he'd find someone to dance with. He was a Malfoy, and even if his parents WERE dead, he was still worth his own weight in gold-
"Hey, it's that lousy Death-Eater!" Weasley's voice shattered his thoughts.
Immediately the Gryffindor's giggles and snickers came. The Slytherins remained silent... like they were too embarrassed to stand up for him...what was going on??? Pansy looked ready to open her mouth, but suddenly looked as if she remembered something, and shut it fast. Maybe it was because he didn't go to the dance with her... Go figure.
"Keep that self-absorbed mouth shut Weasley, or you might choke on your ego! Wait... It's not you who has an ego... you couldn't manage to have one if you TRIED, your family is so poor!" Malfoy hissed through gritted teeth.
A few of the Slytherins giggled. Draco's mouth dropped open with disbelief. LAST year, they would be on the ground with laughter! Did his wit run dry? What was wrong with him? Was he dreaming? Or was it something else...
The Gryffindors eyebrows rose simultaneously.
"Err... not even the SLYTHERINS thought that was funny, Malfoy." Hermione giggled. Parvati snorted into her handkerchief.
"Well, I'm very sure Mrs. Bush-for-a-damn-head is of course the authority on humor." Draco retorted with a smirk. Zabini burst into giggles.
"Hey!" Ron shouted, "You leave Hermione out of this!"
"She had better keep her enlarged mouth out of it then!" Malfoy yelled.
Ron was about getting ready to pounce on Malfoy, when Harry broke into the argument.
"Well, I suggest YOU keep YOUR mouth shut. I know I would if I was a DEATH EATER." He spat.
"What the heck are you-" Draco started, but was immediately cut off by a passing figure.
"Go fuck yourself, Potter." It was Flint. At that precise second all the Slytherin girls took one look at Flint and then at Val and burst into hysterics. Val, she was about ready to hide in the nearest broom closet.
"Why don't you, Flint?! I don't remember inviting you into this conversation!" Harry laughed. Flint stopped sending death glares to the Slytherin girls and whipped his head towards Potter.
"I don't need an invite, specifically from a bastard like YOU." Flint roared.
"Shut up and go find a date, Flint." Harry retorted.
Flint's Face went blood red with embarrassment and rage, the Slytherin Girls were pounding the floor with their fists and staring at Val nonstop.
"Don't have anything to say to that, do you, Flint?!" Ron chuckled.
"Shut up Weasley, as if YOU have a date!" Draco smirked.
That was it for Ron. He threw an infamous Weasley tantrum and tackled Malfoy, thoroughly beating his face into a pulp. Crimson Blood was pouring out from Draco's pale lips when-
"OH MY GOD, RON!" came a small voice, "His parents are Dead! What more could you possibly want from him!!!!" It was Ginny Weasley, and Draco looked up at her as if she was a white angel from heaven.
"Where the hell did YOU come from?" asked Ron.
"I was just walking.... just leave him alone, Ron. He's no good, but he never beat YOUR face in, did he?" Ginny answered. Ron remained silent, and the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins soon dissipated to go to other classes.
Chapter 9- Arguments and Proposals
Author's Notes- Okay, I now have enough inspiration to continue this story. I know I never had up an author's note saying I was going in search of inspiration, but I did anyway. Nothing really seemed to happen- until I was intrigued, by something you least expected... My history textbook! I have completely changed what I thought the ending was to be like in my mind, so be aware that there may be some back-ups in my writing. AND, even though the fifth book came out today, I'd like you all who have already read part of it or who have read it entirely to temporarily forget everything it contains. Mwahaha. Thank you all so much for reviewing, I still can't believe I've made it this far.
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After a restless night of dreams filled with images of the upcoming ball, the students piled out into the Great Hall like zombies to eat their breakfast. There was still the occasional whisper of "Will you go with me" within every Three-Foot radius.
"Okay." Started in Ron, "Hermione, can you tell me who's hot and who's not this year?"
"Lethon's looking pretty sexy over there all alone, ask her." Hermione snapped back sarcastically.
"Seriously, 'Mione! I'll bet anything you already have a date... again." Ron muttered exasperated.
"Well... yes..." Hermione blushed bright red, "Harry, what about you?"
"I'm not going." Harry yawned.
"What??? Why not?" Hermione asked, with an arched eyebrow.
"I didn't want to go last dance, but I had to because I was a bloody TRIWIZARD champion." Harry mumbled.
"Oh... what are you going to do instead?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know... Catch up on some much needed sleeping. I KNOW it's not like me, but I'm bloody tired." Harry retorted.
"SOO..." Ron attacked Hermione, "Who's your date this time?"
"Oh you'll find out." Hermione flashed a mischievous smile.
Both Harry and Ron let out sighs that shook the earth.
"Oh shut up!" Hermione exclaimed, annoyed.
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"Soo... who's your date for the dance Val? Huh? Huh?" Blaise asked for the umpteenth time that same day.
"I told you! I DON'T HAVE ONE...yet." Val spat, nearly banging her head on the table in anger.
"Well, how about, err... Bole? He's pretty good-looking." Blaise commented.
"Not when he "accidentally" slams you in the nose with a beaters club, he's not good-looking!" Val retorted angrily.
"Darn... How about Derrick? He's okay." Recommended Blaise.
"He laughed at me when I was slammed in the nose with a beater's club." she insisted.
"Dang, you're a harsh one Val! Lay off of the grudges. You're not going to get a date with a bleedin' grudge!" Blaise complained.
"..So? Then I won't have a date then." Val shrugged.
"And what will you do? Sit in the common room with Flint the Loner?" Zabini chuckled at the thought.
"NO WAY, I'll find a date..." Lethon trailed off.
"How about Montague... He's pretty nice-looking, and he's on the Quidditch team with you." She suggested.
"That's a possibility, are there any other options?" Val asked.
"Um... there's Flint..." Blaise cast a dubious look down the table in Flint's direction.
"No. I will never go with a bloody idiot like Flint! He's such a jerk!" she exclaimed in anger.
"You know... those are the exact words I used to say about Warrington..." Blaise gave Val a knowing wink.
"Damn you Zabini, I hate Flint's guts. Only a person as diluted as you are can go from hate to love in 6.5 seconds flat." Val scoffed.
"Hmm, people actually CAN go from hate to love in 6.5 seconds, but with Flint I doubt anyone could LIKE him. Let alone ask him to the ball. First he has these DISGUSTING teeth that could make Crabbe look like a super model, and then he fails the grade three times in a row! How stupid can you get?" Zabini snickered.
"True, so true. So we've decided on Montague then, eh?" Val sighed deeply.
"I suppose so..." Blaise didn't have time to finish, that very second, Pansy appeared behind them, having listened to their conversation.
"Montague?" Pansy played mock-innocence, "I'm so sorry Lethon, but my friend Millicent already has him taken..." Parkinson wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.
The worst scowl imaginable formed on Val's face as Parkinson mocked her.
"You bloody git-..." Val also wasn't able to continue, due to the fact Pansy had retreated into a large crowd.
Blaise was laughing her head off, "So... do Bole and Derrick look sexy enough yet? Are the Grudges passed?"
Val gave her a desperate look, "YES."
"Ha ha, I knew that would happen, how am I so psychic?" Blaise mused.
"You mean PSYCHO." Val added.
Blaise shook her head wryly, "Okay then, now here's the challenge: You have to ASK him."
"Okay." Val said simply and strode over to Derrick.
"Err... Derrick?" she started, her calm and aloof composure slipping away faster into the abyss, "Would you- would you go- would you go to" she stuttered.
"To the ball with you?" Derrick asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Err... Ye-" Val's tongue froze, not allowing her to speak.
"I'm sorry, I would go with you Lethon, I really would, but I'm already going with Luna Devon." He answered. He did sound a LITTLE apologetic. Thank god he was sincere.
"Luna De- Who's she?" Val's tongue unstuck itself.
"She's Ravenclaw. You wouldn't know her." He cut off.
"Oh... I'll see you later then Derrick." Val murmured as she spun off towards Blaise.
"SOOO!!!" Blaise jumped up and down excitedly, "Do you have a date????"
"No, he's going with a mangy Ravenclaw." Val muttered darkly.
"Aww... that sucks. SO, ask Bole." Blaise commanded.
"I'll ask him later, we have our Transfiguration class next." Val answered.
"Don't tell me- we're with the Gryffindors." Blaise stated.
"Yes. Trying to tell us to get over House rivalries by making us take a thousand bloody classes with them." Val spat.
"I hate that! You want to pass notes during McGonagall's speech?" Blaise proposed.
"Sure. Maybe we can come up with a good idea on how to kill Granger. I think that fried and battered is best, personally." She laughed.
"I think I like Flame Broiled better." Zabini thought aloud.
"True, True."
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-Transfiguration with the Gryffindor and Slytherin Fifth Years-
The Slytherin girls occupied the back seats in McGonagall's boring class. Here the note passing began. Even a few Gryffindor girls like Parvati Patil came and passed notes occasionally. McGonagall's class was THAT boring. Today, there was a large amount of girls in the back, due to the fact that this was the perfect time to gossip about the ball and ball partners. Oh yes, and make fun of boys.
Parvati started the sheet. It read:
=So who's going with whom here?=
Blaise took the sheet and replied:
::Warrington. ;)::
Hermione took the sheet; it was VERY unusual to see her passing notes here. Just goes to show that the ball is a very fun thing to talk about. Hermione scribbled on the paper:
#I'm not telling. :D#
Hermione passed it to Val. Val snatched it and jotted down an answer:
+I don't have a date yet.+
It was then handed to Pansy. Pansy scribbled happily:
I
Millicent grabbed it and wrote:
~I'm going with Montague. Lethon could go with Goyle! HAHA.~
Parvati pulled the small paper out of Millicent's huge hand, and wrote some more:
=Nah, Lethon wouldn't be good with Goyle. You could go with him though, Bulstrode.=
Blaise then received the parchment, and began to write:
::HAHA, Millicent could DEFINITELY go with Goyle!::
Hermione was passed the paper and she began to scribble:
#How about Malfoy? Does he have a date? He could go with Val...#
Val picked up the paper and wrote:
+Malfoy doesn't want a date, he's going to try and get as many dances as he can without having a date. I doubt I'll get a date either.+
Pansy got the paper:
Millicent was then passed the paper and started writing with her pudgy hand:
~HAHAHA! Flint the Failure!~
Parvati had the sheet again now, she wrote:
=That Flint is CREEPY! I don't know if ANYONE could withstand a dance with him!=
Blaise seized the paper:
::Flint? Oh my god, at least he doesn't have those horrid teeth anymore!::
It was then handed over to Val:
+We're discussing Flint now? So he's the only option left? OH MY GOD... HE IS SUCH A JERK! I HATE HIM!!!! HE CAN GO FU
Before Val could insult Flint anymore, Pansy stole the paper and wrote:
Millicent had it now:
~What a Stupid arse.~
Parvati grabbed it:
=So, Val won't get a date?=
Blaise wrote:
::I guess...::
Val got it again. She wrote:
+Maybe...+
The class ended right after she wrote the note, and Val was left to stuff the note in her robe pocket and head out the door.
Everyone met in the hall, and Lavender Brown walked up to Harry Potter, rather blatantly.
"Will you go to the ball with me?" she asked.
"Umm, sure..." Harry muttered.
"I thought you weren't going to the ball." Hermione burst in. Lavender shot a horrid glare at the bushy haired wonder.
"Well I didn't say I would turn someone down!" Harry grinned. Lavender beamed.
"Have it your way..." Hermione stuck her nose in the air and marched off to Arithmancy.
The rest of them strode off to Divination.
One by one they climbed up into the musty classroom, the incense smothering their senses the second they arrived.
"Welcome, children..." began Trelawney, "Today, we shall make predictions about the ball tomorrow night."
The class broke into a ton of excited whisperings. Val and Harry broke out into a groan. Harry because he didn't want his death predicted, and Val because she didn't want to hear more about the stupid ball.
"Because you two both seem so upset about it, lets resolve and make predictions together in front of the class."
More groans again.
"Now now, no need to whine, come up here and we can see what will happen."
Val and Harry wrenched themselves up off of the poufs and walked towards the front of the class.
"In this lesson we will use the pendulum to predict." She announced as she pulled out a board with characters inscribed upon it, and laid it flat on the table. She then pulled out a chain, unclasped, with a crystal dangling on the last link. She passed the chain to Val, and told her to dangle the chain over the board.
"Now, if the crystal moves side to side it means that the emotion the character describes will not occur. If the crystal moves up and down then that means the emotion will occur."
Val held the pendulum over the first character, It was a bright green. The crystal began to swing up and down vigorously.
"Ah, envy you will experience." Trelawney buzzed.
During the next few minutes, Trelawney predicted that Val would go to the ball and experience anger, envy, depression, apologize, and then would experience happiness. With a raised eyebrow, Val sat down.
Harry was given the pendulum, and he groaned as he held it over a character.
"Ah, I see some happiness will be in store for you." Trelawney said.
Nearly all of the class fell out of their seats the second she said happiness. Trelawney NEVER predicted happiness for Potter! Harry was completely dumbfounded.
"What- What did you just say?" Harry asked, his jaw agape.
"I said you would experience happiness at the ball." Repeated Trelawney.
"Oh..." Harry was bewildered.
Then everyone else was given a turn with the pendulum, and at the end of class they all found that everyone would have an okay time at the ball. Except maybe Val... But it HAD said there would be happiness at the end... she doubted it.
Draco had gotten a good prediction as well. Happiness sounded like a good thing to have right now. He wondered if he should just get a date for the ball... no, Pansy already had a date, and she was the only one that truly wanted to be his partner anyway. But he'd find someone to dance with. He was a Malfoy, and even if his parents WERE dead, he was still worth his own weight in gold-
"Hey, it's that lousy Death-Eater!" Weasley's voice shattered his thoughts.
Immediately the Gryffindor's giggles and snickers came. The Slytherins remained silent... like they were too embarrassed to stand up for him...what was going on??? Pansy looked ready to open her mouth, but suddenly looked as if she remembered something, and shut it fast. Maybe it was because he didn't go to the dance with her... Go figure.
"Keep that self-absorbed mouth shut Weasley, or you might choke on your ego! Wait... It's not you who has an ego... you couldn't manage to have one if you TRIED, your family is so poor!" Malfoy hissed through gritted teeth.
A few of the Slytherins giggled. Draco's mouth dropped open with disbelief. LAST year, they would be on the ground with laughter! Did his wit run dry? What was wrong with him? Was he dreaming? Or was it something else...
The Gryffindors eyebrows rose simultaneously.
"Err... not even the SLYTHERINS thought that was funny, Malfoy." Hermione giggled. Parvati snorted into her handkerchief.
"Well, I'm very sure Mrs. Bush-for-a-damn-head is of course the authority on humor." Draco retorted with a smirk. Zabini burst into giggles.
"Hey!" Ron shouted, "You leave Hermione out of this!"
"She had better keep her enlarged mouth out of it then!" Malfoy yelled.
Ron was about getting ready to pounce on Malfoy, when Harry broke into the argument.
"Well, I suggest YOU keep YOUR mouth shut. I know I would if I was a DEATH EATER." He spat.
"What the heck are you-" Draco started, but was immediately cut off by a passing figure.
"Go fuck yourself, Potter." It was Flint. At that precise second all the Slytherin girls took one look at Flint and then at Val and burst into hysterics. Val, she was about ready to hide in the nearest broom closet.
"Why don't you, Flint?! I don't remember inviting you into this conversation!" Harry laughed. Flint stopped sending death glares to the Slytherin girls and whipped his head towards Potter.
"I don't need an invite, specifically from a bastard like YOU." Flint roared.
"Shut up and go find a date, Flint." Harry retorted.
Flint's Face went blood red with embarrassment and rage, the Slytherin Girls were pounding the floor with their fists and staring at Val nonstop.
"Don't have anything to say to that, do you, Flint?!" Ron chuckled.
"Shut up Weasley, as if YOU have a date!" Draco smirked.
That was it for Ron. He threw an infamous Weasley tantrum and tackled Malfoy, thoroughly beating his face into a pulp. Crimson Blood was pouring out from Draco's pale lips when-
"OH MY GOD, RON!" came a small voice, "His parents are Dead! What more could you possibly want from him!!!!" It was Ginny Weasley, and Draco looked up at her as if she was a white angel from heaven.
"Where the hell did YOU come from?" asked Ron.
"I was just walking.... just leave him alone, Ron. He's no good, but he never beat YOUR face in, did he?" Ginny answered. Ron remained silent, and the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins soon dissipated to go to other classes.