Just a drabble or whatever that I wrote yesterday.
Yule Ball part 1
At Potions class…
“Uh, Malfoy…”, Hermione started, sounding unsure.
“What is it, Granger?”, the blond Slytherin hissed.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this…Oh, this is silly. You see, I’ve never really…”, the brunette stuttered, sounding very unlike the bright and brave Gryffindor that she was.
“Would you mind hurrying up? We’re supposed to be working on a potion today. I know it’s Felix Felicis, but not even this will save us from a failing mark if you keep blabbering like so.”
“Ahem.”, Hermione finally said, clearing her throat. She straightened up, took a deep breath, and looked at her partner. “Okay then. Malfoy, do you want to go to the Yule ball with me?”
The handsome Slytherin stiffened. Could he have heard it right? Did Hermione Granger – the girl of his nightly fantasies – just ask him out on a date… and to the Yule ball at that? He took a deep breath. No, he couldn’t really show her how excited he was at the prospect of taking her to the ball – arriving in the great hall in his arms, for all of Hogwarts to see.
Hermione started to panic. This was obviously a huge mistake. How could she have thought that Draco Malfoy – Slytherin’s Prince – would ever want to go out with the likes of her? She glanced at him, as he was staring at the cauldron with his eyebrows furrowed. She sighed, he was probably thinking of a way to let her down easy. At least that was gentleman enough of him to do so. She braced herself for the worst, as she heard him clear his throat.
“So Granger,” he started,“The first step is to add an Ashwinder egg and horseradish, right?”
She frowned. “Yes.”
He looked at her and smirked, “There’s your answer, Ms. Granger.” he said, “I’d be honoured to take you to the Yule ball.”
The blond Slytherin winced upon hearing Pansy Parkinson calling him. The pretty pureblood was his best friend, and he loved her with all his stone-cold heart, but he really wished she’d do something about her voice.
“What is it this time, Pansy?” He asked as he turned around to find not just one, but five other Slytherins standing behind him. “What’s with the army?”
“Nothing really…” the green-eyed brunette shrugged, feigning nonchalance… and failing miserably as Draco raised an eyebrow at them. “Okay, okay, we’re panicking!”
“Yes Draco, panicking. You know, when you’re feeling anxious or nervous or apprehensive…”, Blaise Zabini, the dark-skinned Italian stunner explained.
“I know what it means, Zabini. Why are you panicking?”
“Well, because the Yule ball is coming up…”, another Slytherin was starting to say, when she was cut off immediately by the young Malfoy.
“Ah. The Yule ball. Of course you should panic. You don’t have dates yet.” He said in his usual condescending tone.
“And you do?” Pansy Parkinson asked.
He smiled (a rarity), smoothed his robes and said, “Of course I do.”
The Slytherins all gasped. They were with Draco every waking hour, they thought. How could he get a date without them knowing?
They were still in deep thought when someone from a distance started giggling. “You have a date, Malfoy? Who is she so I can send my condolences?”
Draco Malfoy glared at the intruder. “I’ll have you know I’m going out with a very beautiful girl…. Prettiest one in school, she is.” He said, watching Hermione’s eyes widen in surprise. “What do you know about dates, Mudblood? Bet you haven’t got one yet.”
She shook her head and laughed, “Well, I’d hate to disappoint you, but I already got me a date.” She said, “handsome fellow, very intellectually stimulating too. Well then, I must be on my way.”
Draco caught himself before he let his jaw drop any further – Hermione found him attractive? He almost jumped for joy.
“You dropped your notes, by the way.” The cocky Slytherin said, as he bent over to get several sheets of parchment that obviously belonged to him.
The Gryffindor Princess wanted to protest until she heard him whisper, “I meant what I said, you are beautiful.”
She blushed. “I meant what I said, too.” She winked before turning around to head for class.