12. Be forced by evil teachers to dance with your arch-nemesis. Honestly, it's like fate is out to get me.

"Sooo, Headmistress, what do you need now?" I asked, calmly sitting down in my chair.

Weasley didn't say anything and sat down in the other one.

McGonagall looked slightly ill for some reason, and I could've sworn she was saying something about killing "that stupid lazy Pomona and Filius."

After hearing that, I was actually kind of hesitant to face McGonagall while she was in a sadistic mood, but unfortunately Weasley didn't catch on to this fact and pushed me inside.

I could've sworn she had a very sadistic smile on while she was doing that, but that could've been just me. After all, I did think Sprout smiled at me evilly today at Herbology.

…Now that I think about it more closely, maybe it wasn't my imagination…

McGonagall sighed, jerking me out of my thoughts. "You know that we are going to be having the Yule Ball this year, correct?"

Weasley nodded sagely. "Yes."

I didn't bother to say anything.

Suddenly, the room felt thirty degrees colder.

After a second, I realized what the source of the temperature change was.

McGonagall was smiling gruesomely. "You know that traditionally, the three champions of the Triwizard Tournament are supposed to start the ball, correct?"

I really didn't like where this was going.

Weasley still didn't catch on. "Yes."

McGonagall got up and lead us outside to the hall, making me even more suspicious.

"Congratulations, you two will be starting the ball. Please learn how to ballroom dance during the next month. I will be confiscating your wands for now," said McGonagall quickly, snatching our wands from us. The gargoyles guarding the entrance to her office back into position.

Weasley gaped. I gaped. Then…

"WHAAAAAT?!"

"Ahh, that sucks, Scorp," said Alex absentmindedly while he was pouring over his notes.

I glared at him. "Are you even listening? How is Weasley supposed to learn how to dance in a month? It took me a year to get it down half-decently! I'm going to look like a total idiot out there!"

"Well…" said Alex, looking up from his notes. "You have two choices!"

Knowing Alex, both were probably ridiculous and happy. From his point of view.

"Option one: Teach Weasley how to dance without killing her!" he said brightly.

"No."

"Option two: Just dance and help Weasley while dancing!"

"No."

"Option three: Kidnap Weasley and have someone who can actually dance, dance for her using the Polyjuice Potion," said another voice breezily.

"Hm. Zabini," I said coolly.

Zabini smirked at me.

"Still not over the Halloween Incident, huh? Heard you got a cold," he said evilly.

"Ah ha ha ha, that was evil and you know it," I informed him coldly. "I was so behind on homework it wasn't even funny."

He shrugged. "Well, now I'm paying you back."

I stared at him blankly. "Uhh… You mean you want revenge?"

Zabini face-palmed. "No, I mean I realized that what I did was wrong, and decided to help you."

"Ahh… What's the fee?" I asked.

Zabini smiled. "Polyjuice Potion. You get two doses, and I'll use one to impersonate Weasley and keep the other for myself."

Alex looked slightly worried. "Isn't this against the school rules?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," said Zabini. "If she hasn't learned how to dance by December 20th, contact me via owl."

Zabini,

Here's the potion and a lock of hair. Hope you know how to dance.

From,

Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey, Malfoy!"

I jumped in my chair, then relaxed.

"Oh, it's just you, Weasley," I said, slightly relieved.

Weasley flashed me a smile.

I blinked, then screamed. "ARRRGH! WEASLEY, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

Weasley put a hand over my mouth, which I found suspicious.

"Shh… It's me, Zabini!" hissed Weasley- I mean, Zabini.

I calmed down. "Alright, since you're here, what did you do to Weasley?"

Zabini smiled sheepishly. "I did the same thing that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley did to Crabbe's dad in their second year."

I stared at him. "You drugged her?" I said, slightly horrified.

Zabini twitched. "No, I slipped her a sleeping potion."

"'Slipping her a sleeping potion' and 'drugging her' are the same thing," I pointed out. "The first one just sounds better. What about the fact that she has to dance with me? Did you give her a fake memory?"

Zabini smiled creepily again. "If we don't go now, we'll be late. Come on!"

As we raced to the Great Hall, Zabini stopped and hissed, "Remember, call me Weasley, got it?"

I nodded. Zabini smiled. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Zabini, or 'Weasley', walked calmly back. "Malfoy," 'she' said coolly.

I nodded back, pretending that Weasley was the one right in front of me. "Let's go, Weasley."

"'Weasley'," I said while we were dancing. "You're surprisingly good at dancing."

'Weasley' narrowed her eyes. "I got lessons from someone."

Why was Zabini acting so strangely?

When our dance was over, I dragged Zabini outside.

"Why were you acting so strangely, Zabini?" I demanded.

Zabini gasped. "What?! But aren't you Zabini?!"

I widened my eyes. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You offered to help me dance, and dance with me in place of Malfoy!" hissed Weasley.

I was seriously confused now. "But you said that you would dance with me in Weasley's place if she didn't get better at dancing!"

Weasley narrowed her eyes in anger. "We were set up. The little…" She proceeded to make violent gestures with her hands.

I scowled. Zabini was going to pay.

Weasley is pretty good at dancing, though.

Shut up.

You know you agree… Don't deny it!

…

Plus, she's cute when she mimes killing people.

Now I'm just disturbed.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I didn't know how I was going to end this until I got a genius idea. Ha ha, gotta love a scheming Zabini.

Anyone know what Zabini did with the other dose of potion?