Chapter 4: No One Out Whores ME!
Ron POV
Tomorrow's the dance and I still don't have a date. I bet Hermione's going with Issac. Maybe I should have taken Rosalynn up on her offer… Wait! What am I thinking! No, that's insane. That girl is completely bonkers. But I can't go alone. Maybe I should ask Lavender… I don't want to be the only one without a date. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'd even take that girl whose eyes are a little close together. I sound soooo desperate.
Hey, there's Harry. I'll ask him if he's got a date.
"Harry! Got a date for the dance?"
"Why, are you gonna ask me?"
"You know, that's not a bad idea…"
"I was kidding."
"Sooo…" his face is so red, "I'm kidding!" Wow! And Hermione calls me slow.
"Oh…. Nope, I'm going stag."
"Bloody brilliant! I should have thought of that!"
Harry and I began to walk around the grounds, to explore or whatever. For a few moments we stood in silence looking at their trophy case. They're bloody show offs you know. I decided to break the silence.
"Harry, do you know if Hermione's going with anyone?"
"I dunno, that Issac kid I suppose."
"I don't like him. I think he's making fun of us or something, with all those 'chaps' and stuff, you know?"
"Are you sure you're not just jealous?"
"Me? Jealous? Of what?"
"Oh, never mind Ron. Hey wanna go to dinner? I'm starving."
"Food!" Did he even have to ask? Me and food, we just click.
Piper POV
Stag? STAG? Who in their right mind goes stag? "I'm sorry, but I've decided to go stag?" What kind of line is that!
Errrr! I'll show him. I'm going to get every guy to look at me at the dance. I'm gonna be freakin' Cinderella, but in a mini – skirt. That reminds me! What should I wear? I hear reds the new black…Wait… back to ranting.
NO ONE TURNS DOWN PIPER MARIE COLLINS. NO ONE! Potter will pay. I'll get Brad, I mean "B – Rad" to do it. Potter is going down.
"B – Rad? I have a favor to ask."
"Anything for my best friend."
"Thanks, but it concerns Potter. He turned me down, cuz apparently he's going 'stag.' No one and I repeat no one turns me down!"
"Yo, Piper, Potter'll get what's coming to him," that's when Malfoy came over with Pansy attached to his arm… again. "Heeeey Malfoy! Pansy." That whore, I swear I think she's trying to out whore me. No one out whores me. There, I'll sit on his lap.
Malfoy POV
This is odd, but I like it. See, I was right, I am hotter than Potter and Weasley… combined. I already have two chicks.
Pansy POV
That little slut! How dare she sit on Draco's lap! I'd beat the crap out of her if there weren't so many teachers around. If I get sent back, Draco will be here with this whore.
"I'm full," I heard Piper say. Did she even eat?
"Me too." Two can play at this game.
Malfoy POV
Did they even eat?
catches reflection in cup - I am soooooooooo hot.
Bradford POV
The Malfoy kid looks like he's enjoying Piper sitting on him a li – ttle too much. He better not hurt her, I have gansta friends from the hood who'll beat the shit outta him, y'all. Ya know what annoys B – Rad? Poseurs. Especially those who think they're all that. They go around thinkin' that they be big pimpin' and all. Dude, just be who yous are. B – Rad is actually big pimpin'. He is a gansta y'all. Everybody else just betta re – cog – nize.
Now for that Potter dude. He will get it. We are goin' old school Straight up. Big pimpin' y'all. The master will whoop some British azz. Awww… I need to find a date. Some lucky lady gets to ride with the B – Rad. The Lavender girl will work. Easy one – night stand.
"Yo! Whaz up Lavender. You. Me. Dance. Tomorrow."
"Sorry, umm… Parsons, but my heart is with Seamus sigh"
She has a boyfriend? What other exchange girls are there? I just want to go with someone who I don't have to deal wit afta graduation. Oh, there's that Millicent girl. Why not?
"Millicent B. You are looking fiiiiiiine to – day. You. Me. Dance. Tomorrow."
Millicent POV
Hmmm… something sounds vaguely familiar. I guess, he just wants a present. I've been really generous this year. I'm just giving gifts left and right.
"Sooo…"
"Oh, I'd just looove to go with you… when I'm 6 ft under!" punch
"So is that a yes?" punch
"Ugggh!" punch
"I guess you don't want to go punch with me." The little git scurried up to his feet. He's running away. Oh, he is going to get it.
"Oh, you little twit."
"Don't be a playa hata."
BradfordPOV
She just kicked me in the balls. God! That hurts like hell.
Crabbe POV
I'm going on a date. My first actual date (at least without Malfoy paying off a girl…) A date! I have a date to the dance.
"Goyle, I have a date for the dance tomorrow."
"Really," he said uninterested, "Who?"
"Millicent Bulstrode."
Goyle POV
Milly, he is going with Milly. My Milly. Milly, my sweet, darling, precious gem. How could he? She doesn't want to go out with him. Does she? How dare he agree! I thought he was my friend! That lowly coward. How dare he take away my girl! beats up Crabbe… starts wrestling
"Get a room you two, people might think you're… you know…. Batting for the other team," Malfoy remarked. I jumped back and started thinking properly as he left.
"What is your problem, dude," I looked at him strangely and he said, "I picked it up off B – Rad. He is one of my homeys."
"Well, that was just me congratulating you."
"Oh, ok then," he is such an oaf. "This is what happened. I was just sitting at dinner eating celery pie and cake and this really good jell-o and a little bit of ice cream too when the sight of Millicent beating up B – Rad caught my attention. Then I became full and started walking in the hall, when suddenly Millicent grabs me and says, ' I'm going to the dance with him. That is why I can't go with you. I'm so sorry.'" Crabbe's little hand movements are getting kind of annoying.
"Then B – Rad says, 'All the girls are taken. Why do playas gots to have tough lives?" He left and Millicent says, 'You are going with me to keep all those half wits away from me. But it's not like you aren't a half – wit. Anyway, if you don't Christmas is coming early.' She squeezed her fists and left."
Well at least I still have a chance at Milly. She was just desperate. We will work out our differences. I love that girl.
Hermione POV
Oh! It's time for dinner I guess I'll have to complete my studying on Chapter 2 for the test tomorrow. I was so close too. It's a pity.
"Food at last," I thought. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I plopped down next to Harry. "Hello Harry. Ron," I nodded toward him and then just ate the celery – laden food. They just continued talking about, well, whatever they usually talk about. I let them go on until Ron blurted out, "You know, it's a wonder that Issac isn't here with you. We used to be your friends."
"You still are. I've just been spending a little more time with him. That's all. And besides he doesn't give people the cold shoulder."
"Go off with your boyfriend."
"He is not my boyfriend," I said through gritted teeth.
"Then what is he? A friend?"
"Precisely, Ron. Or do you find it impossible for a girl to be just friends with a boy. Honestly, I've been your friends throughout school and haven't ended up snogging either of you." I was so fed up that I stormed out. I do regret that now, I'm really hungry.
Ron POV
Girls! Who understands them? "Do you find it impossible for a girl to be friends with a boy," my ass. I can't believe Hermione! Okay, so we have been friends for… well, for a really long time and ok so we've never… snogged, but the time she's spending with Issac is just unnatural.
"You'd think she'd feel terrible about cheating on 'Vicky,'" I said under my breath, but I guess Harry heard me.
"Lighten up, Ron. Issac hasn't done anything to you and if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous," Harry said with a smirk.
"ME! Jealous? I'm not jealous!" Déjà vu…. "Whatever Ron."
I'm soooo not jealous. I mean Issac hasn't got anything I don't got… have…got… oh whatever. The point is; I'm just as good as that guy. Not that I'm jealous that is…
Harry POV
Ron and Hermione need to get over themselves. They obviously like each other, but they're both too proud to admit it. Deny, deny, deny. That's all they do. Their constant fighting is really starting to piss me off, but we all can't be mad at each other, because that wouldn't be good.
This dance has caused nothing, nothing but trouble. Well, at least it's Friday, no school for 2 whole days. But there's still that stupid dance. Why can't I just have a nice normal weekend? No threats of any kind, no fights, no school work, no… nothing, now, is that fair? I think not. Every other kid has at least one nice normal weekend. No excessive cleaning, no death threats, no homework, no fighting, no (ok, little) worries. But no I'm Harry freakin' Potter ! NO one has any clue what my life's like. I need to find someone to rant to. "Hey, Neville."