As I was walking to class with Harry and Ron, I could hear people muttering about something related to the ball.

"What's going on?" Ron asked a sixth-year girl.

"They say they're arranging ball dates in alphabetical order. Isn't that nutters?" she scowled before joining her friends.

"Yes it is," Ginny said glumly, coming up behind us.

"Hi," Harry said, kissing her on the forehead. "How'd they decide that?"

"I think the teachers wanted other people to have dates too.. problem is, no one likes their date at all," Ginny reported, rolling her eyes. "There's a list in the Entrance Hall if you'd like to take a look."

We walked over to the list and scanned it.

"Parkinson!" Harry said, paling.

"Wyatt.. who is this girl!" Ron said. He got paired with some girl from Hufflepuff.

"Goyle," I said, feeling faint all of a sudden.

"What do we do?" Ron asked Ginny.

"How should I know!" she shrieked at him. "I'm just as pissed about it as you are!"

"Well, it says at the bottom of the list that those are 'reserve' dates, that if you get a date before the ball you have to write your names down on the sheet beside it," I read.

We stared at it.

"Where exactly do we write?" Harry said, tilting his head.

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That's it, I thought as I woke up the following morning.

I have to find a date or I'll be stuck with Goyle.

I have someone in mind..

Uh, no.

Better than Goyle.. much better..

Not interested.

Tell me honestly.. you'd choose Goyle over any of them?

No!

Well?

I'm going to find someone else.

Good luck..

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Since the inter-House unity activity, I'd been seeing a lot of Malfoy in the common room. What disturbed me was the fact that he wasn't being egotistical Malfoy; instead he didn't take notice of me. Oh well, that's a good thing on my part.

I walked into the common room that evening, my head spinning with the information overload. Dates? Alphabetical dates? GOYLE! To be honest, I think Professor McGonagall's going mad.

I sank into the nearest squishy armchair and rubbed my temples wearily.

"Hi love," Malfoy said with a small smile.

I groaned and held my head in my hands. Why now?

"Well you seem to be stressed- how about a massage?" he asked, coming to stand behind my chair.

"Uh, no thank you Malfoy," I said quickly, moving to stand up. But before I could, he laid a hand on my arm.

"Just sit," he said. "It's not like I'm going to flay you or anything."

I sighed.

Taking advantage of my momentary weakness, I could sense his movements- he was going to massage my temples.

I sighed again, feeling drained. Malfoy offering me a massage was too much to take.

"Hey, hey, no hands wandering!" said a familiar voice.

It was Blaise, who was smirking but also looking flustered. Malfoy walked over and clapped him on the back, while I looked at them curiously. Just what were they up to?

"I just learned something," he told Malfoy, with a quick glance at me.

Hm..

"What about?" Malfoy asked curiously as they walked to the mini-kitchen we have beside the common room.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I craned my neck to follow their movements. I didn't get to hear their conversation (just when I need those Extendable Ears!), but I saw Malfoy look surprised for a second, before grinning and clapping Blaise on the back again. I couldn't see Blaise's expression, so I leaned a bit further..

And my chair tipped backwards.

"Ow!" Was my initial reaction as I rubbed the back of my head.

My second reaction?

Blaise and Malfoy will see me like this and find out I was snooping!

Too late for that, the crash will be proof enough.

"Love, are you alright?" Blaise said worriedly, standing by my right side.

"Just what were you thinking, rocking your chair?" Malfoy asked, smirking. "That'll make your headache worse you know."

Just one mention of my headache, and it came back full-force.

I groaned, and Blaise and Malfoy pulled up my chair, therefore pulling me upright.

"Thanks," I said, getting up to go to my room. I need a potion for my headache, now!

As I was halfway up the stairs, Malfoy called after me.

"Love?"

I turned to glare at him.

"I saw something.. something you didn't want us to see.." he said in a sing-song voice.

My legs were up in the air just a few moments ago.

I felt like cold water was running down my back.

How dare he! I wanted to slap him for being such a pervert!

I started back down the steps to slap his now fearful-looking face, when Blaise hit him upside the head and said, "You pervert, what made you do that?"

He then looked at me and said, "If it makes you feel better love, I didn't see anything- I didn't look."

I looked at him for some time, assessing if he was telling the truth, then nodded and climbed the rest of the stairs.

Then Malfoy, who was scowling said, "Well why would you even look now? What with-"

But before I could hear the rest, I shut the door.

Where did I keep my extra pair of Extendable Ears!

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Chapter 14! Thanks to everyone for bearing with me:P Wahaha.. It's the weekend again- the lovely, glorious weekendXD sigh Too bad it's almost done, haha..

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