Faded Eternity
Chapter 10- Enter the Rich Snob... and Someone Else?
Author's Notes- Thank you all again for the reviews! That's pretty much it....
Now for the story- WOW it's the shortest Author's Note EVER! Yay!
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"What the hell were you thinking?! Defending MALFOY like that! MALFOY FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!!" Yelled Ron at Ginny.
"I just think he should be left alone! Harry didn't like it when people made fun of HIS dead parents, did he!?"
"ALL THOSE TIMES HE MADE FUN OF OUR FAMILY AND YOU DON'T CARE?!" Ron exploded.
"Forgive and forget, Ron." Ginny replied, "And who said you were in charge of MY actions?!"
"Little GIT." Ron finished bluntly, charging off.
Draco, on the other hand, was still lying on the ground completely blown away. A WEASLEY?! Standing up for HIM?! And thank god she did, even if he didn't want to admit it he owed her big time. If she hadn't done what she did, he probably wouldn't have a face anymore. Blood ran from his nose and mouth, but he didn't want to go back to the hospital wing. Why did Ginny defend him? He had even cheered on her death three years ago at the Chamber of Secrets! She must have pitied him. That's it. That was the only explanation. He did not need HER pity though. He was sick of everyone pitying him, and laughing, and...well, it WAS everything Potter had experienced, especially from him. But he didn't care. He didn't deserve this! He was a Malfoy!
A little thought asked him in the back of his mind, 'But your family name doesn't count now anymore, does it? Your family is dead now. Gone. Bye- Bye.'
Draco tried to ignore this thought, even though it was the truth. There would be no more pulling strings with the ministry, no more connections, and no more excuses to really call the Weasleys poor. Because now, in truth, he was poorer than they were. He had to wait for Dumbledore to decide whether or not he deserved it. As if he were a dog waiting for a treat, a damned dog. Potter got HIS inheritance, didn't he? He couldn't even stay in his own home, he was stuck in an orphanage.
He stopped thinking about his predicament, it didn't make any sense to dwell on what he couldn't change. He pushed himself up off of the ground, and walked to charms.
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Five Minutes Later- Professor Flitwick's charm class...
They had this class with the Hufflepuffs, which wasn't too bad, despite the fact the Hufflepuffs were very prejudiced with the Slytherins. But it didn't matter, Slytherins hated Hufflepuffs just as much. Professor Flitwick was standing on his desk to make a sort of announcement, and a tall thin boy with light brown hair and green stood behind him. He was dressed in Hufflepuff Robes.
"I'd like you all to welcome a second transfer in one hundred years, Will Townsend! He's from Beauxbatons." Squeaked the professor as he began to start the lesson about exploding Porcupines. The hufflepuffs burst like a pack of confetti. People suddenly thought they were in a party, and not a classroom.
"WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANS-"
"SHUT UP!!!" the Slytherins yelled.
"Now, now, no need to fight over me." Said Will In a slightly condescending voice. The Slytherins set their glare beams to level ten. Will was holding a gold tipped cane with a jewel set in it, which he twirled idly as he walked down the aisle and sat next to Draco.
"Who does this bastard think he is?! I didn't do this when I came in!" Val hissed in Blaise's ear.
"I know! What is with this guy! He's worse than Harry Potter!" Blaise whispered back.
Draco watched as Will smirked at the Slytherins... It reminded him very much... of himself. He wasn't that bigheaded, was he? He sighed, and wondered if he still would have been like that if he still had it all.
"Why Hello there. A Malfoy I presume?" Will directed at Draco.
"Yes." He answered coldly.
"Pity about your parents." Will remarked.
"Don't talk about my parents. What happened to them was none of your bloody business." Draco snapped. He had enough of these pity-mongers.
"What's on your face?" Will prodded deeper, "Blood? Get into a fight with the "Dark Lord" or something?"
"It is also none of your business. Keep your big head out of my matters." Draco replied.
"It's just sad to see another rich pure family go down like that, that's all." Said Will, with a downcast look at Draco.
"As if you're rich. You probably live in like a-" Draco shut up as Will twirled his gold tipped cane.
"Yeah right Malfoy. I'm so poor I live in a mansion. You USED to."
"I said shut up." Draco cut him off.
"Fine then." Will shot back nonchalantly.
Let's just say Draco was not enjoying the company of this stuck up transfer.
Will turned around and began a conversation with Val and Blaise.
"Oh, Have you two met Fleur Delacour?" He said.
"Yea." answered Blaise and Val bluntly, trying to make their porcupine explode.
"I'm her ex." He replied with a smirk.
"That's nice." Answered Val, "She was a lot like you, big headed and rich. But sadly, you aren't like her in the looks department."
"Definitely." Said Blaise, "Good luck finding a girl for the ball, big head."
"There's a ball?" Will exclaimed, excited, "I must find a date! When is it?"
"Tonight." Said Val.
"I must hurry! Do you happen to be going with anyone?" he asked Blaise.
"Yes." She answered with a yawn.
"How about you, Blondie?" he turned to Val.
"Don't have one, yet. But I wouldn't go with you dead." Val spat, her dirty blonde pony tail flipping to the side.
"Fine, fine. Your loss." Will said, smiling.
"Yes, your loss when you wind up going with Crabbe and Goyle." Blaise giggled.
Will's smile turned into a frown as he turned away from them.
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LUNCH~ with The "Hero Trio"
"Did you see that guy in the halls?" Said Hermione, "He acted like some Malfoy character, except with brown hair, a cane and green eyes!"
"Definitely." Replied Harry, "I have a feeling Malfoy's going to have some competition from this bastard."
"Oh no! Not a clash of the rich snobs?!" said Ron with worry.
"Well Malfoy isn't rich anymore... so you can't really say that." Hermione added a technicality.
"Same attitude though. But maybe this could be a good thing. Malfoy's going to have to get a dose of his own medicine." Added Harry.
"Haha! Yes! Everything we've been waiting for! Revenge on Malfoy!" celebrated Ron.
Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"But wait-" interrupted Harry, "What if this guy is nice to us? I mean he may seem like a strutting braggart, but I mean he's a Hufflepuff. He shouldn't be big enough of a git to match up with Malfoy."
"So the match of the century is cancelled?" Whined Ron with the smirk ripped off his face.
"No, not cancelled. Postponed until further notice." Grinned Harry.
"Yay!"
"What's so great Ron Huh Huh Huh?!?!" A girl with Purple Hair and Brown eyes popped up behind Ron and almost gave him a heart attack. Well, not a heart attack, but it knocked him off of his chair.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!" Ron squealed.
"I'm Tracea pronounced Tray-see-uh Ashiko yesyesyes!!!!" The girl nodded her head so fiercely it looked like it would fall off.
"GET... AWAY... FROM... ME!!!!!!" Ron yelled.
"Awwwwww! That's so mean!!! YesYesYes it is!" Tracea cackled.
Ron bolted out the door as fast as his legs could withstand. The Tracea girl put on a pouting face and ran back to the Ravenclaw table.
"That was effing scary!" exclaimed Harry. Hermione nodded, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
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Meanwhile at Lunch with the Slytherins....
"So, Val. You haven't managed to find a date YET?" Pansy teased, her eyes pasted with a ton of hot pink eye shadow glimmered with malice.
Val shrugged off Parkinson's taunts, "No, no I haven't."
"Well you ought to find one soon, I mean if you don't, you'll be stuck all alone." She wiped an imaginary tear from her cheek.
"How would you know? Been talking with Trelawney have you?" Val laughed, "I didn't think she was your type."
"Hmph!" Pansy tilted her pimply face up and walked away, her permed hair dragging behind her.
Val snickered, "Look at her! She looks like a little kid playing dress up with her mother's clothes and make up!"
Blaise giggled and nodded, "Definitely, and what's really funny is that she thinks that she's all beautiful"
Val suddenly stopped laughing as her hand plunged through her pocket. Her eyes widened a bit.
"What Val? What's wrong with you?" Blaise asked, waving her hand around Val's face.
"You know that note we were passing during Transfiguration?"
"...Yeah... What about it?" Blaise blinked.
"It's not in my pocket anymore... it must have slipped out or something..." Val answered.
"Holy- What if someone finds it?!??!"
"My thoughts exactly." Val said, "But where could I have dropped it? When Weasley and Draco were fighting?"
"Probably!" Blaise answered hurriedly, "Let's go!!!"
And with that, they ran out of the great hall.
They were running just about break-neck speed, when they ran into- who'd have guessed- Weasley!
"Hey- you- Weasley!" Spurted Blaise, in mid- dash, "Have you spotted- a note of any sort on the ground??"
"uhh....no...?" Answered Ron, panting his heart out.
"CRAP!" Val exclaimed, "We've been searching for about an hour now... SHIT!!! We're supposed to be at Care of Magical Creatures right now!!!!!"
"Eek!" Blaise let out a yelp and ran to the common room, Val close behind her.
And there sat Marcus Flint, squinting at an Arithmancy textbook.
"Dammit! It's you!" exclaimed Blaise.
"Flint, have you seen a note on the floor or something?" Val asked politely, as if she had never cursed Marcus Flint's name in her entire life.
"Oh I saw a note alright!" Spat Flint angrily, not looking up at her and concentrating solely on the textbook.
Val and Blaise looked at each other in terror and looked back at Marcus, "YOU READ IT????"
"Yep, insults and all. I never knew you could be such an insensitive BITCH, Val." He answered, suppressed anger shaking his voice as if he were a huge volcano about to erupt.
"I... I...didn't-" Val stuttered.
"Don't lie to me, you're just like every other git in this school. I don't want to even bother talking to you. Get the hell OUT! NOW!" He pointed his finger at the door.
Both Val and Blaise grabbed their books and ran out.
Blaise laughed, "Well not even Flint's going to the ball with you now!"
"Shut up." Val muttered. She was actually starting to regret the things she said about Flint, his life was already bad enough as it is... wasn't it? But to regret was what Flint wanted, and she was not about to give in.
"DAMN YOU BLONDIE!" Shouted a voice in the hall- it was that Will guy, "YOU'VE CURSED ME WITH NO DATES, HAVEN'T YOU! NO ONE WILL GO WITH ME!!!!"
"Nope, but it'd be awesome if I did... and what is with EVERYONE GETTING MAD AT ME!?! FIRST FLINT-" Blaise put a hand over Val's shouting mouth, the last thing they needed was more attention.
"Oh! Oh!" Yelled Padma Patil, "I'll go with you Mr. Rich Guy!!!"
"Ah! Well it seems the curse has been broken! See ya' round, Blondie!" He said Jauntily as he skipped over to Patil.
"What a little BUGGER." Val spat under her breath.
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Care of Magical Creatures... Slytherin and Gryffindor
"Come 'un round 'ere 'yall," said Hagrid, "Today we're studyin' Flarfs."
This animal had such an unusual name; even Hermione didn't know what it was...
"Flarfs?? What in the name of dear god is a FLARF?!" Val burst. The Slytherins cackled.
"This is!" answered Hagrid, holding up something that resembled a cockroach, except coated with an orange material that looked like SPONGE. Both the Slytherins and some of the Gryffindors slammed their heads into their desks.
"Oh no, he's probably going to have us study them for a year!" Parkinson groaned.
"I will if 'ye complain summore, Parkinson." Hagrid said dully. There was silence from the Slytherins.
"Now if 'yall will break up inter' pairs we'll work faster." He ordered. Immediately everyone found a partner, they wanted to work with these weird creatures no longer than they had to.
"Now I'm gunna give each of 'yer pairs a crate of these 'fellers." Hagrid said joyfully, carrying the crates of these repulsive insectoids. Blaise screamed.
"Thare's no reason teh' be 'fraid, now." Hagrid tried to reassure, but to no avail. He set down a crate at each bench they were sitting on.
"Now teh' trick to them is tha' ya have te' take hold of thar stingers-"
"They have STINGERS?! Vat kind ov klass is this?!" Val burst...again. The Slytherins and partial Gryffindors called out their agreements, some surprised at Val's weird accent.
"She sounds like Viktor." Hermione whispered to Harry fondly, almost as if the very thought of Viktor made her nicer.
"Maybe she only sounds like that when she gets angry or something." Harry said.
"'Ye had better lern to shut 'yer face, Miss.. err..." Hagrid tried to remember the Bulgarian transfer's name.
"Lethon." She said bluntly.
"Miss Lethin', or I'll send 'yer big Bulgarian accented face 'teh Dumbledore!" Hagrid finished awkwardly. Val sat fuming back next to Blaise.
"Now wunce yeh've gotten hold of thar stingers, ya pull it off- like this, see?" He held up a Flarf with its stinger removed, almost crushing the creature.
"After that, yeh can put 'em in these pools 'ere." He motioned to some large pools of water beside him, "'cause of teh' sponge on thar' bodies, they can swim."
The entire class decided to start on the disgusting work....
"OW! It stung me!!!" Cried Goyle.
"Jus' get a bandage or sumtin when yall get back in teh school." Hagrid said.
"OH MY GOD! IT BURNS!!!!!!" Goyle screamed.
"I said, wait teh get a bandage."
"AAHH!!! I THINK MY ARM'S COMING OFF!!!"
"Goyle, stop puttin' on a show for yer classmates." Hagrid Grunted.
"OH MY GOD!!! PUSS IS COMING OUT OF IT! OW OW OW OW OW OW OWWW!!!!" Goyle was hopping around the benches clutching his arm. Both the Slytherins and Gryffindors were laughing. The Slytherins because they knew he was faking, and the Gryffindors because seeing Goyle dance around in pain was quite funny.
Hagrid finally got up and checked Goyle's arm.
"I can' believe this, I jus' told yeh to stop puttin' on a show for yer classmates, and now yeh refuse teh listen teh me. Five points from Slytherin."
The Slytherins groaned, this was going to be a LONG class for them...
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Val and Blaise began to get dressed for the ball...
"Oh my god, this is it! I hope I have as good a time as last." Said Blaise with a grin, brushing her sleek black hair.
"Right." Val murmured as she threw on her dress robes. They were tight fitting, and were black with silver mesh cascading over it. She had her hair up in the same old ponytail, with the two snitches of bangs hanging down near her chin.
"Well I mean come on, you can't be that bummed out- OH MY GOD, PANSY- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!" Blaise almost screamed in terror.
It was the most horrifying sight in the entire history of Hogwarts, counting the Basilisk, Voldemort, and Draco Malfoy as a ferret.
Pansy was dressed up in bright tacky pink robes Covered COMPLETELY in bows and lace, Her permed hair had an assorted disorganized number of bows tangled in it, along with a mass of hair gel. She grinned at them.
"What's wrong girls? You look like you just saw the Dark Lord in a tutu!" Pansy giggled. It was unnerving.
"Well, in a manner of speaking, we have! And he's standing right in front of us!" Val remarked, annoyed. Pansy glared at her.
"Pansy, please, take those ugh- I think you can call them robes- off! Let me get some ones you can use..." Blaise tried to help, "And your hair-"
"Is fine! And so are my robes! I have not the slightest clue of what's so bad about them!" Pansy said, offended.
Blaise rolled her eyes, "Have it your way."
Val snickered while throwing on some lip-gloss. Pansy growled and walked out the door.
"That... was disturbing." Stated Val.
"Um.. yeah."
MEANWHILE....
"Are you coming, Draco?" Asked Crabbe dully.
"...I don't know. I mean what would be the point?" he asked.
"To have fun! I mean the ball wouldn't be complete without you! We could pull pranks on Potter-" Goyle Chimed in.
"What about Marcus?" Asked Malfoy, "Is he coming?"
"NO! I AM NOT GOING TO THE GOD-FORSAKEN BALL!" They heard Marcus yelling to someone from the other room.
"Well there's the answer to THAT question." Draco said. Goyle and Crabbe snickered as if they were on cue.
Draco sighed and headed out the door.
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"Hey Harry! I still can't believe Lavender asked you!" Grinned Ron. Harry nodded.
"Well did you get a date while I had my back turned, Ron?" Harry asked, smirking.
Ron Grinned ear to ear.
"Who?! Who is it??" Harry asked repeatedly.
"Haha! Well I'm going to keep you in suspense, just like Hermione!" Ron laughed, his new red velvet dress robes (bought by George and Fred) shaking along with him as he laughed.
"Oh come on!" Harry said, "It couldn't be Padma, she's going with that Will guy!"
"I'm stiiiiill not telling!!"
"Pleeese??"
On the other side of the Gryffindor tower....
"Ohmygod, I can't believe I got a date- With Harry Potter!!!" squealed Lavender to Parvati. They were both jumping up and down on the bed, giggling- to Hermione's annoyance.
The door burst open- it was Ginny, "Can you two stop jumping on the bed??? Some of us fourth years want to get ready for the ball too!!" She spurted. Parvati and Lavender stuck out their tongues at her.
"Soooo Hermione! Are you going with anyone this time??" asked Lavender slyly.
"Well, yes..." Hermione answered, the blush on her face glowing brighter with every passing second.
"Who??????" Lavender and Parvati asked at the same exact time, and then collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Well, I guess you'll find out!" Hermione Grinned, and turned back to brushing her hair vigorously.
"I heard that Hannah Abbot's going with Neville! Isn't that sweet???" Lavender giggled... AGAIN.
"Oooh! And I think Ginny's going with this really hot Ravenclaw guy!" Parvati countered Lavender's giggles with her own... AGAIN.
"Too bad that transfer doesn't have a date! Stupid Slytherin!" Lavender rolled her eyes and GIGGLED.
Hermione turned around, her amethyst robes flowing behind her. It was time- to party.
Chapter 10- Enter the Rich Snob... and Someone Else?
Author's Notes- Thank you all again for the reviews! That's pretty much it....
Now for the story- WOW it's the shortest Author's Note EVER! Yay!
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"What the hell were you thinking?! Defending MALFOY like that! MALFOY FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!!" Yelled Ron at Ginny.
"I just think he should be left alone! Harry didn't like it when people made fun of HIS dead parents, did he!?"
"ALL THOSE TIMES HE MADE FUN OF OUR FAMILY AND YOU DON'T CARE?!" Ron exploded.
"Forgive and forget, Ron." Ginny replied, "And who said you were in charge of MY actions?!"
"Little GIT." Ron finished bluntly, charging off.
Draco, on the other hand, was still lying on the ground completely blown away. A WEASLEY?! Standing up for HIM?! And thank god she did, even if he didn't want to admit it he owed her big time. If she hadn't done what she did, he probably wouldn't have a face anymore. Blood ran from his nose and mouth, but he didn't want to go back to the hospital wing. Why did Ginny defend him? He had even cheered on her death three years ago at the Chamber of Secrets! She must have pitied him. That's it. That was the only explanation. He did not need HER pity though. He was sick of everyone pitying him, and laughing, and...well, it WAS everything Potter had experienced, especially from him. But he didn't care. He didn't deserve this! He was a Malfoy!
A little thought asked him in the back of his mind, 'But your family name doesn't count now anymore, does it? Your family is dead now. Gone. Bye- Bye.'
Draco tried to ignore this thought, even though it was the truth. There would be no more pulling strings with the ministry, no more connections, and no more excuses to really call the Weasleys poor. Because now, in truth, he was poorer than they were. He had to wait for Dumbledore to decide whether or not he deserved it. As if he were a dog waiting for a treat, a damned dog. Potter got HIS inheritance, didn't he? He couldn't even stay in his own home, he was stuck in an orphanage.
He stopped thinking about his predicament, it didn't make any sense to dwell on what he couldn't change. He pushed himself up off of the ground, and walked to charms.
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Five Minutes Later- Professor Flitwick's charm class...
They had this class with the Hufflepuffs, which wasn't too bad, despite the fact the Hufflepuffs were very prejudiced with the Slytherins. But it didn't matter, Slytherins hated Hufflepuffs just as much. Professor Flitwick was standing on his desk to make a sort of announcement, and a tall thin boy with light brown hair and green stood behind him. He was dressed in Hufflepuff Robes.
"I'd like you all to welcome a second transfer in one hundred years, Will Townsend! He's from Beauxbatons." Squeaked the professor as he began to start the lesson about exploding Porcupines. The hufflepuffs burst like a pack of confetti. People suddenly thought they were in a party, and not a classroom.
"WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANSFER! WE GOT A TRANS-"
"SHUT UP!!!" the Slytherins yelled.
"Now, now, no need to fight over me." Said Will In a slightly condescending voice. The Slytherins set their glare beams to level ten. Will was holding a gold tipped cane with a jewel set in it, which he twirled idly as he walked down the aisle and sat next to Draco.
"Who does this bastard think he is?! I didn't do this when I came in!" Val hissed in Blaise's ear.
"I know! What is with this guy! He's worse than Harry Potter!" Blaise whispered back.
Draco watched as Will smirked at the Slytherins... It reminded him very much... of himself. He wasn't that bigheaded, was he? He sighed, and wondered if he still would have been like that if he still had it all.
"Why Hello there. A Malfoy I presume?" Will directed at Draco.
"Yes." He answered coldly.
"Pity about your parents." Will remarked.
"Don't talk about my parents. What happened to them was none of your bloody business." Draco snapped. He had enough of these pity-mongers.
"What's on your face?" Will prodded deeper, "Blood? Get into a fight with the "Dark Lord" or something?"
"It is also none of your business. Keep your big head out of my matters." Draco replied.
"It's just sad to see another rich pure family go down like that, that's all." Said Will, with a downcast look at Draco.
"As if you're rich. You probably live in like a-" Draco shut up as Will twirled his gold tipped cane.
"Yeah right Malfoy. I'm so poor I live in a mansion. You USED to."
"I said shut up." Draco cut him off.
"Fine then." Will shot back nonchalantly.
Let's just say Draco was not enjoying the company of this stuck up transfer.
Will turned around and began a conversation with Val and Blaise.
"Oh, Have you two met Fleur Delacour?" He said.
"Yea." answered Blaise and Val bluntly, trying to make their porcupine explode.
"I'm her ex." He replied with a smirk.
"That's nice." Answered Val, "She was a lot like you, big headed and rich. But sadly, you aren't like her in the looks department."
"Definitely." Said Blaise, "Good luck finding a girl for the ball, big head."
"There's a ball?" Will exclaimed, excited, "I must find a date! When is it?"
"Tonight." Said Val.
"I must hurry! Do you happen to be going with anyone?" he asked Blaise.
"Yes." She answered with a yawn.
"How about you, Blondie?" he turned to Val.
"Don't have one, yet. But I wouldn't go with you dead." Val spat, her dirty blonde pony tail flipping to the side.
"Fine, fine. Your loss." Will said, smiling.
"Yes, your loss when you wind up going with Crabbe and Goyle." Blaise giggled.
Will's smile turned into a frown as he turned away from them.
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LUNCH~ with The "Hero Trio"
"Did you see that guy in the halls?" Said Hermione, "He acted like some Malfoy character, except with brown hair, a cane and green eyes!"
"Definitely." Replied Harry, "I have a feeling Malfoy's going to have some competition from this bastard."
"Oh no! Not a clash of the rich snobs?!" said Ron with worry.
"Well Malfoy isn't rich anymore... so you can't really say that." Hermione added a technicality.
"Same attitude though. But maybe this could be a good thing. Malfoy's going to have to get a dose of his own medicine." Added Harry.
"Haha! Yes! Everything we've been waiting for! Revenge on Malfoy!" celebrated Ron.
Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"But wait-" interrupted Harry, "What if this guy is nice to us? I mean he may seem like a strutting braggart, but I mean he's a Hufflepuff. He shouldn't be big enough of a git to match up with Malfoy."
"So the match of the century is cancelled?" Whined Ron with the smirk ripped off his face.
"No, not cancelled. Postponed until further notice." Grinned Harry.
"Yay!"
"What's so great Ron Huh Huh Huh?!?!" A girl with Purple Hair and Brown eyes popped up behind Ron and almost gave him a heart attack. Well, not a heart attack, but it knocked him off of his chair.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!" Ron squealed.
"I'm Tracea pronounced Tray-see-uh Ashiko yesyesyes!!!!" The girl nodded her head so fiercely it looked like it would fall off.
"GET... AWAY... FROM... ME!!!!!!" Ron yelled.
"Awwwwww! That's so mean!!! YesYesYes it is!" Tracea cackled.
Ron bolted out the door as fast as his legs could withstand. The Tracea girl put on a pouting face and ran back to the Ravenclaw table.
"That was effing scary!" exclaimed Harry. Hermione nodded, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
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Meanwhile at Lunch with the Slytherins....
"So, Val. You haven't managed to find a date YET?" Pansy teased, her eyes pasted with a ton of hot pink eye shadow glimmered with malice.
Val shrugged off Parkinson's taunts, "No, no I haven't."
"Well you ought to find one soon, I mean if you don't, you'll be stuck all alone." She wiped an imaginary tear from her cheek.
"How would you know? Been talking with Trelawney have you?" Val laughed, "I didn't think she was your type."
"Hmph!" Pansy tilted her pimply face up and walked away, her permed hair dragging behind her.
Val snickered, "Look at her! She looks like a little kid playing dress up with her mother's clothes and make up!"
Blaise giggled and nodded, "Definitely, and what's really funny is that she thinks that she's all beautiful"
Val suddenly stopped laughing as her hand plunged through her pocket. Her eyes widened a bit.
"What Val? What's wrong with you?" Blaise asked, waving her hand around Val's face.
"You know that note we were passing during Transfiguration?"
"...Yeah... What about it?" Blaise blinked.
"It's not in my pocket anymore... it must have slipped out or something..." Val answered.
"Holy- What if someone finds it?!??!"
"My thoughts exactly." Val said, "But where could I have dropped it? When Weasley and Draco were fighting?"
"Probably!" Blaise answered hurriedly, "Let's go!!!"
And with that, they ran out of the great hall.
They were running just about break-neck speed, when they ran into- who'd have guessed- Weasley!
"Hey- you- Weasley!" Spurted Blaise, in mid- dash, "Have you spotted- a note of any sort on the ground??"
"uhh....no...?" Answered Ron, panting his heart out.
"CRAP!" Val exclaimed, "We've been searching for about an hour now... SHIT!!! We're supposed to be at Care of Magical Creatures right now!!!!!"
"Eek!" Blaise let out a yelp and ran to the common room, Val close behind her.
And there sat Marcus Flint, squinting at an Arithmancy textbook.
"Dammit! It's you!" exclaimed Blaise.
"Flint, have you seen a note on the floor or something?" Val asked politely, as if she had never cursed Marcus Flint's name in her entire life.
"Oh I saw a note alright!" Spat Flint angrily, not looking up at her and concentrating solely on the textbook.
Val and Blaise looked at each other in terror and looked back at Marcus, "YOU READ IT????"
"Yep, insults and all. I never knew you could be such an insensitive BITCH, Val." He answered, suppressed anger shaking his voice as if he were a huge volcano about to erupt.
"I... I...didn't-" Val stuttered.
"Don't lie to me, you're just like every other git in this school. I don't want to even bother talking to you. Get the hell OUT! NOW!" He pointed his finger at the door.
Both Val and Blaise grabbed their books and ran out.
Blaise laughed, "Well not even Flint's going to the ball with you now!"
"Shut up." Val muttered. She was actually starting to regret the things she said about Flint, his life was already bad enough as it is... wasn't it? But to regret was what Flint wanted, and she was not about to give in.
"DAMN YOU BLONDIE!" Shouted a voice in the hall- it was that Will guy, "YOU'VE CURSED ME WITH NO DATES, HAVEN'T YOU! NO ONE WILL GO WITH ME!!!!"
"Nope, but it'd be awesome if I did... and what is with EVERYONE GETTING MAD AT ME!?! FIRST FLINT-" Blaise put a hand over Val's shouting mouth, the last thing they needed was more attention.
"Oh! Oh!" Yelled Padma Patil, "I'll go with you Mr. Rich Guy!!!"
"Ah! Well it seems the curse has been broken! See ya' round, Blondie!" He said Jauntily as he skipped over to Patil.
"What a little BUGGER." Val spat under her breath.
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Care of Magical Creatures... Slytherin and Gryffindor
"Come 'un round 'ere 'yall," said Hagrid, "Today we're studyin' Flarfs."
This animal had such an unusual name; even Hermione didn't know what it was...
"Flarfs?? What in the name of dear god is a FLARF?!" Val burst. The Slytherins cackled.
"This is!" answered Hagrid, holding up something that resembled a cockroach, except coated with an orange material that looked like SPONGE. Both the Slytherins and some of the Gryffindors slammed their heads into their desks.
"Oh no, he's probably going to have us study them for a year!" Parkinson groaned.
"I will if 'ye complain summore, Parkinson." Hagrid said dully. There was silence from the Slytherins.
"Now if 'yall will break up inter' pairs we'll work faster." He ordered. Immediately everyone found a partner, they wanted to work with these weird creatures no longer than they had to.
"Now I'm gunna give each of 'yer pairs a crate of these 'fellers." Hagrid said joyfully, carrying the crates of these repulsive insectoids. Blaise screamed.
"Thare's no reason teh' be 'fraid, now." Hagrid tried to reassure, but to no avail. He set down a crate at each bench they were sitting on.
"Now teh' trick to them is tha' ya have te' take hold of thar stingers-"
"They have STINGERS?! Vat kind ov klass is this?!" Val burst...again. The Slytherins and partial Gryffindors called out their agreements, some surprised at Val's weird accent.
"She sounds like Viktor." Hermione whispered to Harry fondly, almost as if the very thought of Viktor made her nicer.
"Maybe she only sounds like that when she gets angry or something." Harry said.
"'Ye had better lern to shut 'yer face, Miss.. err..." Hagrid tried to remember the Bulgarian transfer's name.
"Lethon." She said bluntly.
"Miss Lethin', or I'll send 'yer big Bulgarian accented face 'teh Dumbledore!" Hagrid finished awkwardly. Val sat fuming back next to Blaise.
"Now wunce yeh've gotten hold of thar stingers, ya pull it off- like this, see?" He held up a Flarf with its stinger removed, almost crushing the creature.
"After that, yeh can put 'em in these pools 'ere." He motioned to some large pools of water beside him, "'cause of teh' sponge on thar' bodies, they can swim."
The entire class decided to start on the disgusting work....
"OW! It stung me!!!" Cried Goyle.
"Jus' get a bandage or sumtin when yall get back in teh school." Hagrid said.
"OH MY GOD! IT BURNS!!!!!!" Goyle screamed.
"I said, wait teh get a bandage."
"AAHH!!! I THINK MY ARM'S COMING OFF!!!"
"Goyle, stop puttin' on a show for yer classmates." Hagrid Grunted.
"OH MY GOD!!! PUSS IS COMING OUT OF IT! OW OW OW OW OW OW OWWW!!!!" Goyle was hopping around the benches clutching his arm. Both the Slytherins and Gryffindors were laughing. The Slytherins because they knew he was faking, and the Gryffindors because seeing Goyle dance around in pain was quite funny.
Hagrid finally got up and checked Goyle's arm.
"I can' believe this, I jus' told yeh to stop puttin' on a show for yer classmates, and now yeh refuse teh listen teh me. Five points from Slytherin."
The Slytherins groaned, this was going to be a LONG class for them...
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Val and Blaise began to get dressed for the ball...
"Oh my god, this is it! I hope I have as good a time as last." Said Blaise with a grin, brushing her sleek black hair.
"Right." Val murmured as she threw on her dress robes. They were tight fitting, and were black with silver mesh cascading over it. She had her hair up in the same old ponytail, with the two snitches of bangs hanging down near her chin.
"Well I mean come on, you can't be that bummed out- OH MY GOD, PANSY- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!" Blaise almost screamed in terror.
It was the most horrifying sight in the entire history of Hogwarts, counting the Basilisk, Voldemort, and Draco Malfoy as a ferret.
Pansy was dressed up in bright tacky pink robes Covered COMPLETELY in bows and lace, Her permed hair had an assorted disorganized number of bows tangled in it, along with a mass of hair gel. She grinned at them.
"What's wrong girls? You look like you just saw the Dark Lord in a tutu!" Pansy giggled. It was unnerving.
"Well, in a manner of speaking, we have! And he's standing right in front of us!" Val remarked, annoyed. Pansy glared at her.
"Pansy, please, take those ugh- I think you can call them robes- off! Let me get some ones you can use..." Blaise tried to help, "And your hair-"
"Is fine! And so are my robes! I have not the slightest clue of what's so bad about them!" Pansy said, offended.
Blaise rolled her eyes, "Have it your way."
Val snickered while throwing on some lip-gloss. Pansy growled and walked out the door.
"That... was disturbing." Stated Val.
"Um.. yeah."
MEANWHILE....
"Are you coming, Draco?" Asked Crabbe dully.
"...I don't know. I mean what would be the point?" he asked.
"To have fun! I mean the ball wouldn't be complete without you! We could pull pranks on Potter-" Goyle Chimed in.
"What about Marcus?" Asked Malfoy, "Is he coming?"
"NO! I AM NOT GOING TO THE GOD-FORSAKEN BALL!" They heard Marcus yelling to someone from the other room.
"Well there's the answer to THAT question." Draco said. Goyle and Crabbe snickered as if they were on cue.
Draco sighed and headed out the door.
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"Hey Harry! I still can't believe Lavender asked you!" Grinned Ron. Harry nodded.
"Well did you get a date while I had my back turned, Ron?" Harry asked, smirking.
Ron Grinned ear to ear.
"Who?! Who is it??" Harry asked repeatedly.
"Haha! Well I'm going to keep you in suspense, just like Hermione!" Ron laughed, his new red velvet dress robes (bought by George and Fred) shaking along with him as he laughed.
"Oh come on!" Harry said, "It couldn't be Padma, she's going with that Will guy!"
"I'm stiiiiill not telling!!"
"Pleeese??"
On the other side of the Gryffindor tower....
"Ohmygod, I can't believe I got a date- With Harry Potter!!!" squealed Lavender to Parvati. They were both jumping up and down on the bed, giggling- to Hermione's annoyance.
The door burst open- it was Ginny, "Can you two stop jumping on the bed??? Some of us fourth years want to get ready for the ball too!!" She spurted. Parvati and Lavender stuck out their tongues at her.
"Soooo Hermione! Are you going with anyone this time??" asked Lavender slyly.
"Well, yes..." Hermione answered, the blush on her face glowing brighter with every passing second.
"Who??????" Lavender and Parvati asked at the same exact time, and then collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Well, I guess you'll find out!" Hermione Grinned, and turned back to brushing her hair vigorously.
"I heard that Hannah Abbot's going with Neville! Isn't that sweet???" Lavender giggled... AGAIN.
"Oooh! And I think Ginny's going with this really hot Ravenclaw guy!" Parvati countered Lavender's giggles with her own... AGAIN.
"Too bad that transfer doesn't have a date! Stupid Slytherin!" Lavender rolled her eyes and GIGGLED.
Hermione turned around, her amethyst robes flowing behind her. It was time- to party.