A/N: Short, old Dramione. I know that the joke is well known but in this Draco believes that he came up with it haha
I was joking with the other Slytherins, Pansy on my left arm, nuzzling at my neck, to my disgust. It was the Yule Ball; the stupid tri-wizard tradition. Dancing is for wimps anyway, or at least that's what I thought until I saw her. I was halfway through a joke about Hufflepuffs... wait before I continue, I tell you the joke, which I proudly came up with, I smirk, the famous Malfoy smirk. What do you call a Hufflepuff with two brain cells? You don't know? Pregnant! Get it? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I was halfway though telling that brilliant joke when there were whistles and catcalls. I turned to see Hermione, yes Granger the mud-muggleborn. Her hair was elegantly piled atop her head and a stray curl adorned her innocent angelic face. She wore a fitting pale magenta gown which reached past her knees. She looked positively stunning. Parkinson tried to get my attention but I only had eyes for Hermione. As head boy, she and I had to open the ball with a dance. Maybe dancing can be fun after all...