"Harry, that's not what it says," said Bella, laughing and gazing into the crystal ball across from Harry.
"Yes it does, it says, 'Bella has a nice arse' I swear!" he told her.
"Then why can't I see it?" she asked.
"I don't know. But that's what it says."
"Whatever. You know I got 23 offers for the Yule Ball today." She said. Hermione looked as if her eyes would roll out of her head soon.
"Somebody should call the exorcist for that one," said Ron, staring at Hermione.
"And what did you say to all 23 offers?" asked Harry.
"I told them I only went to balls with kid who have defeated Lord Voldemort. They all scattered at that one." She said.
"Well it really isn't a common accomplishment," said Harry.
"No, I guess not," said Bella. "I wonder who Christina's going with. She got 54 offers today. Crazy, isn't it?"
"Not if you're someone who asked to go with her," said a blushing Ron. "I don't know why I bother…" he added.
"Oh Ron, you'll find somebody to go with. As for her, I don't know. It's like she's not looking for a date. Or she's waiting for someone…" All 4 spoke at once.
"Malfoy," they said together.
"I can't believe he hasn't asked her yet. Kind of odd. Maybe he wants her to ask." Said Harry.
"Maybe. Maybe they'll just keep waiting to ask each other, and then end up being dateless." Said Bella.
"Who cares?" yelled Hermione. "Why are we wasting precious time talking about this stupid ball? Hmm?" They all looked at her.
"Didn't know you controlled our conversations, Hermione." Said Harry.
"Didn't know your mother screamed when she died." She replied as she got up and left.
"I'm trying my best with that one," said Harry. "But if she doesn't quit with the parents thing, I swear I'll rip out her heart and hang her from the Whomping Willow."
"Well that sounds lovely," said Bella. "Maybe you'll be on COPS." She added. They both stared blankly. "Never mind," she said, sighing.
That night, the Slytherins shared stories of how they tortured inferiors in the common room. They were quite interesting people if you cared enough to listen to them. The tables that were reserved for homework were empty, as usual, and everyone was spread out on the couches. Pansy sat on the floor, still upset from the gum incident. Christina's run in with Hermione in potions definitely topped all the stories for that day, or month perhaps. At about 10:30, everyone started clearing out. Some people lingered though, most likely asking other to the Yule Ball. Draco thought of the Yule Ball and felt sick.
"Now is as good a time as any…" he said. "Just ask. She can't turn you down. They never have before. And you are definitely not settling for that dog Parkinson this year." He walked over and sat down on the couch opposite Christina.
"Hello…" he said.
"Hi…" she said, looking up from a book. She looked very pretty, sitting alone, reading. 'Like something a smart person would do…' thought Draco.
"So…I was wondering, since it is coming up so fast, if well, if you would accompany me to the Yule Ball." He managed to get out without sounding stupid, like Weasley or Potter. She looked up and frowned.
"Oh, Draco, I really would love to, but, I kind of already said I'd go with someone…" she wasn't smiling. In fact she was frowning.
"Oh…" Malfoy thought he would pass out. Rejected by a girl. This wasn't happening. No girl agreed to go to the Yule Ball with someone unless they knew they had been rejected by Draco first, except for, well, Granger. He was hallucinating, he had to be.
"Wh-who are you going with?" he asked.
"You'll see," she said as she got up from the couch, placing her book on the table beside her. "Thank you for asking though." She said.
"Yeah…no problem." Did he just say no problem? What the hell was going on here? Was he going to have to take Parkinson? Never! He'd die first!
"Well, good night." She said.
"Good night." He said after what felt like hours after she had climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories. "Well, Malfoy, you're royally screwed." He said as smacked his face with his hands. "Royally screwed," he repeated as he went to bed himself.
"Yes it does, it says, 'Bella has a nice arse' I swear!" he told her.
"Then why can't I see it?" she asked.
"I don't know. But that's what it says."
"Whatever. You know I got 23 offers for the Yule Ball today." She said. Hermione looked as if her eyes would roll out of her head soon.
"Somebody should call the exorcist for that one," said Ron, staring at Hermione.
"And what did you say to all 23 offers?" asked Harry.
"I told them I only went to balls with kid who have defeated Lord Voldemort. They all scattered at that one." She said.
"Well it really isn't a common accomplishment," said Harry.
"No, I guess not," said Bella. "I wonder who Christina's going with. She got 54 offers today. Crazy, isn't it?"
"Not if you're someone who asked to go with her," said a blushing Ron. "I don't know why I bother…" he added.
"Oh Ron, you'll find somebody to go with. As for her, I don't know. It's like she's not looking for a date. Or she's waiting for someone…" All 4 spoke at once.
"Malfoy," they said together.
"I can't believe he hasn't asked her yet. Kind of odd. Maybe he wants her to ask." Said Harry.
"Maybe. Maybe they'll just keep waiting to ask each other, and then end up being dateless." Said Bella.
"Who cares?" yelled Hermione. "Why are we wasting precious time talking about this stupid ball? Hmm?" They all looked at her.
"Didn't know you controlled our conversations, Hermione." Said Harry.
"Didn't know your mother screamed when she died." She replied as she got up and left.
"I'm trying my best with that one," said Harry. "But if she doesn't quit with the parents thing, I swear I'll rip out her heart and hang her from the Whomping Willow."
"Well that sounds lovely," said Bella. "Maybe you'll be on COPS." She added. They both stared blankly. "Never mind," she said, sighing.
That night, the Slytherins shared stories of how they tortured inferiors in the common room. They were quite interesting people if you cared enough to listen to them. The tables that were reserved for homework were empty, as usual, and everyone was spread out on the couches. Pansy sat on the floor, still upset from the gum incident. Christina's run in with Hermione in potions definitely topped all the stories for that day, or month perhaps. At about 10:30, everyone started clearing out. Some people lingered though, most likely asking other to the Yule Ball. Draco thought of the Yule Ball and felt sick.
"Now is as good a time as any…" he said. "Just ask. She can't turn you down. They never have before. And you are definitely not settling for that dog Parkinson this year." He walked over and sat down on the couch opposite Christina.
"Hello…" he said.
"Hi…" she said, looking up from a book. She looked very pretty, sitting alone, reading. 'Like something a smart person would do…' thought Draco.
"So…I was wondering, since it is coming up so fast, if well, if you would accompany me to the Yule Ball." He managed to get out without sounding stupid, like Weasley or Potter. She looked up and frowned.
"Oh, Draco, I really would love to, but, I kind of already said I'd go with someone…" she wasn't smiling. In fact she was frowning.
"Oh…" Malfoy thought he would pass out. Rejected by a girl. This wasn't happening. No girl agreed to go to the Yule Ball with someone unless they knew they had been rejected by Draco first, except for, well, Granger. He was hallucinating, he had to be.
"Wh-who are you going with?" he asked.
"You'll see," she said as she got up from the couch, placing her book on the table beside her. "Thank you for asking though." She said.
"Yeah…no problem." Did he just say no problem? What the hell was going on here? Was he going to have to take Parkinson? Never! He'd die first!
"Well, good night." She said.
"Good night." He said after what felt like hours after she had climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories. "Well, Malfoy, you're royally screwed." He said as smacked his face with his hands. "Royally screwed," he repeated as he went to bed himself.