Entry for the "Hogwarts Fair 2014" - Minigolf
With a queue as long as a Hungarian Horntail and a dangerous obstacle in all directions, the mini golf course probably isn't the best place for a proposal of marriage, no matter how romantic it may be. It's just a shame that only a handful of people appreciated the sentiment whilst everyone else held back groans as the happy couple put a stop to proceedings. Write about someone reacting badly to the news of an engagement.
Entry for the "Speed Drabble" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
Dialogue: "I don't want to go" Words:"gossamer" "feather" "prayer"
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Draco stared at the newest issue of the Daily Prophet, a lump forming in his throat as his eyes raked over the headline for the thousands time within a hour.
"Harry Potter announcing his engagement to Ginevra Weasley"
And then, he looked at the card again which invited him to this joyful event. He had no idea why Potter was inviting him at all. Or had Ginny send him the card?
"I don't want to go..." Draco murmured to himself, his hand closing around the paper, crushing it as he balled his fingers to a fist. "I won't go."
Hell, why had he the bad habit to realise things just when it was already to late? Ginny Weasley, the girl from the family his father had taught him to dislike, had made her way into his heart, she was in his dreams, his thoughts all the time. If he recalled the fiery glance she had mostly reserved only for him, he sent a silent prayer to the heavens, asking himself how hate and love could be so close.
But had ever existed a tiny, gossamer chance for them? Had he ever been competition for Potter?
Draco surely was not dumb, he knew the ways she looked at him and how she looked at Potter. They were different and Potter had been in her thoughts for some more time, but during their last year at Hogwarts, he had felt like she had been open to others. He had thought that there had been a wicked something between them, consisting of late night collisions and glances shot through the Great Hall.
His heart had been feeling lighter than a feather when their gazes had locked, even though she had not been very friendly sometimes.
But this was meaningless now.
She was engaged, she would marry Harry Potter, the glorious boy who lived, and he, Draco, was to late.