Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter….Jeez saying this over and over again gets tiring.

Talia: For you Dreah, everything is tiring.

Dreah: I take offense to that. I am not a lazy git.

Evil Squirrel: No, you only sleep 23 out of 24 hours a day; the rest you spend on the computer.

Dreah: (glares) I spend more time on the computer. How dare you!

Talia: (Bangs head on desk) why do I even bother?

Evil Ducky: What? I was in the kitchen…. Would you care for a biscuit?

Chapter 28: Dreah's Date Pt. I

"Do you like it" Ginny poked the mass of chocolate brown hair. "Is it real" Dreah raised an eyebrow. "DRE! Why would you dye your hair" "For amusement" "Not funny". Dreah stood up and stretched, adjusting her red pajama top, and just when she did an owl swooped in and dropped a letter in front of her. "Oooh, it's your orders for the Holiday Mixer! OPEN IT! OPEN IT" Ginny exclaimed, hopping up and down. "Ok ok, keep your knickers on Ginny." Dreah smirked, tearing it open and reading it.

To Miss Dreah Riddle
Your presence is requested at the Great Hall.
We would ask for you to arrive there promptly at 9:00 a.m.
your date has been (as a faculty request) selected as an all day date
Thank you for entering the Hogwarts Holiday Mixer

"Brilliant, an all day date. What if he's the hugest git in England" Dreah complained. "What if he's the most snoggable man in England" Ginny said temptingly. "Good point... AHHH! MERLIN'S BEARD! It's 8:50! I have ten minutes" Dreah exclaimed. "Now don't panic" Too late, Dreah was putting a sock on her foot and trying to bewitch her hair straight at the same time.

Ten minutes later, Dreah somehow arrived on time and looking rather fashionable in a slinky green dress, her freshly dyed hair sleek and straight and shiny. She looked around the room. Who could it be"Ah, Miss Riddle" Dreah swirled around to see Professor McGonaggle almost smirking down at her. "Your date is waiting for you. Right over there."

It was only at this time that Dreah noticed that the normal long tables the houses (and staff) sat at were replaced by cafe like round tables meant for two. Dreah followed McGonagall's pointing finger. Her jaw dropped. "There must be some mistake. This can't be." she said. "No, you'll believe that I am quite right. Your applications matched each other perfectly. This is indeed your date, unless perhaps you want to take it up with the sorting ha" "I'm fine" Dreah mumbled, as she dragged her feet over to the table and plopped down. It was not going to be easy to ignore the gorgeous, blonde sex god sitting straight in front of her for a whole day, especially since he was her date.