OK, I thin it worked this time... Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I'm not stealing it... The only thing that's mine is the plot, and a lot of it is hers, too. Anyways, just read it!
Chapter 1
Draco stared out into space. He was thinking about the Yule Ball. He'd be taking Pansy, no doubt. It was rather hard to get out of taking Pansy places. He sneaked a look up the Slytherin table. No, she still looked the same. Huge, with dirty blonde hair and a big nose. He sighed.
"What?" asked Goyle, an amused look on his face. "So you're starting to thing Pansy's ugly now?"
Actually, Draco had always found pansy ugly, but people who said things like that found themselves lying in a hallway with several broken bones.
Goyle read on his face. "Then take the mudblood," he said, grinning.
Draco stared at him, appalled. "Granger! You've got to be kidding! She's almost as ugly as Pansy!"
Goyle grinned as Pansy shrieked in outrage. She must have heard them. Draco could feel his bones beginning to crack...
***
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. What was she doing in Dumbledore's office? And with Draco Malfoy of all people.
Draco was sitting in a gold chair as far from her as possible. His arm was in a cast, he had a black eye, and limped when he walked. No one knew what had happened, and other than snapping at anyone who brought it up, Draco wasn't saying anything about it.
"Erm..." coughed Professor McGonagall. "I am sure you are both wondering why you are here. She paused, but neither Draco or Hermione said anything, so she continued, "It has come to my attention that you are the only sixth years with no one that you are going to the Yule Ball with. As it is necessary that you both go with someone, we have decided that you two will go together."
Both Hermione and Draco stared at each other in horror.
"You want me to go to the ball with that mublood?" Draco said in horror.
"Malfoy!" scolded the professor. "Control your language!"
"But-Professor," asked Hermione, "do we have to take someone?"
McGonagall's voice was icy. "You two will go together. I do not want to hear anything further! You may go."
Hermione and Draco left, shooting glares at each other and Professor McGonagall.
How could this happen to me? Hermione was thinking as she ducked into the Gryffindor common room.
"So what did McGonnagall want?" asked Harry, glancing up from his Transfiguration homework.
"I have to go to the ball with Malfoy," Hermione replied bleakly.
"You're kidding," exclaimed Ron, appearing behind Harry.
"Nope."
"You want to go to the ball with me?" Ron asked. "I'm sure Lavender could find someone to go with."
"You are not dumping Lavender, Ron," said Hermione firmly. "I'll survive... Probably."
Draco was dreading going back to his common room. Maybe they'd all be asleep. But as he opened the door, he realized he had had no such luck. Almost everyone was up, and they were all staring at him.
"Well," said Pansy loudly after a pause. "What did she want?"
"Nothing," mumbled Draco.
A seventh year took a small vial from his robes. "Truth potion, Malfoy."
"I have to go to the ball with Granger," muttered Draco.
"Hah!" Pansy shouted. "Malfoy and the mudblood! It's perfect! The eyese, the hair, height..."
Draco stomped off to his dorm, laughter echoing behind him.
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Chapter 1
Draco stared out into space. He was thinking about the Yule Ball. He'd be taking Pansy, no doubt. It was rather hard to get out of taking Pansy places. He sneaked a look up the Slytherin table. No, she still looked the same. Huge, with dirty blonde hair and a big nose. He sighed.
"What?" asked Goyle, an amused look on his face. "So you're starting to thing Pansy's ugly now?"
Actually, Draco had always found pansy ugly, but people who said things like that found themselves lying in a hallway with several broken bones.
Goyle read on his face. "Then take the mudblood," he said, grinning.
Draco stared at him, appalled. "Granger! You've got to be kidding! She's almost as ugly as Pansy!"
Goyle grinned as Pansy shrieked in outrage. She must have heard them. Draco could feel his bones beginning to crack...
***
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. What was she doing in Dumbledore's office? And with Draco Malfoy of all people.
Draco was sitting in a gold chair as far from her as possible. His arm was in a cast, he had a black eye, and limped when he walked. No one knew what had happened, and other than snapping at anyone who brought it up, Draco wasn't saying anything about it.
"Erm..." coughed Professor McGonagall. "I am sure you are both wondering why you are here. She paused, but neither Draco or Hermione said anything, so she continued, "It has come to my attention that you are the only sixth years with no one that you are going to the Yule Ball with. As it is necessary that you both go with someone, we have decided that you two will go together."
Both Hermione and Draco stared at each other in horror.
"You want me to go to the ball with that mublood?" Draco said in horror.
"Malfoy!" scolded the professor. "Control your language!"
"But-Professor," asked Hermione, "do we have to take someone?"
McGonagall's voice was icy. "You two will go together. I do not want to hear anything further! You may go."
Hermione and Draco left, shooting glares at each other and Professor McGonagall.
How could this happen to me? Hermione was thinking as she ducked into the Gryffindor common room.
"So what did McGonnagall want?" asked Harry, glancing up from his Transfiguration homework.
"I have to go to the ball with Malfoy," Hermione replied bleakly.
"You're kidding," exclaimed Ron, appearing behind Harry.
"Nope."
"You want to go to the ball with me?" Ron asked. "I'm sure Lavender could find someone to go with."
"You are not dumping Lavender, Ron," said Hermione firmly. "I'll survive... Probably."
Draco was dreading going back to his common room. Maybe they'd all be asleep. But as he opened the door, he realized he had had no such luck. Almost everyone was up, and they were all staring at him.
"Well," said Pansy loudly after a pause. "What did she want?"
"Nothing," mumbled Draco.
A seventh year took a small vial from his robes. "Truth potion, Malfoy."
"I have to go to the ball with Granger," muttered Draco.
"Hah!" Pansy shouted. "Malfoy and the mudblood! It's perfect! The eyese, the hair, height..."
Draco stomped off to his dorm, laughter echoing behind him.
REVEIW. That's why I write. If you want me to write REVIEW!!! Flames are fine... At least I won't freeze to death...