Chapter 9
Dumbledore sidled up to Draco at lunch time on Wednesday.
"Hello, there, young Draco!" He said brightly. "I was just wondering if you were going to that BAGOH meeting tonight?"
Draco stared at him. "Uh, no, I wasn't planning to."
Dumbledore persisted, "I think it would be wise if you went, Draco. It would greatly benefit your, er, educational studies."
Draco sighed. "OK, sir, I'll go."
Dumbledore seemed overly pleased by this statement. "Excellent, Draco, excellent! Do you have a date planned?" He waited eagerly for the response.
This was getting way too odd for Draco's liking. "ER, no, sir…."
"Oh, well that just won't do! You MUST have a date! I know! I'll be your date! How about that?"
"No, sir, I th-"
"Great! I'll pick you up at 8:15!" Dumbledore beamed as he strode off. He WOULD make this work!
Dumbledore made his way to the Slytherin common room in his best star and moon gown. Soon he could make out the sight of the slumped figure of Draco against the wall outside. His heart skipped a beat. Draco looked so HOT!
Draco looked to his left. Oh no, there was Dumbledore striding towards him. Great, a whole night as the date of that creepy old perve. Why, oh why did this always happen to him?
And to make matters worse, he could hear conspicuous sounds coming from the common room through the wall behind him. Sadly, he left Pansy and Goyle in there alone. Damn! Pansy just didn't seem interested!
