Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 12

As the week flew by the Yule Ball was the only thing people talked about, even in class students barley payed attention towards the work and instead focused their attention to natter about which dress they were getting. Everyone around her seemed to be getting dates to the dance and although Eleanor had a few offers from a few students, she turned them down as she didn't want to go with a stranger.

Hermione had also dragged her to the Gryffindor common room last night, to tell her that Viktor Krum asked her to the ball whilst she was studying in the library and she had said yes.  Eleanor screamed at the top of her lungs and practically jumping on Hermiones lap in excitement. However, she made Eleanor swear not to tell a soul as Hermione worried how Ron would react if he found out, as he now referred to Viktor as a 'greasy tosspot' at the best of times.

Eleanor hummed to herself as she dipped her quill into her ink pot, she'd been scribbling down extra the notes for the upcoming defence against the dark arts essay for the last half hour. Harry and Ron sat opposite pretending to be doing something useful, whilst fully well knowing they'll leach off the girls notes later.

"This is mad!" Ron says quietly causing Eleanor to stop mid sentence and face him from across the table, "At this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." He pointed at the four of them sat round the desk.

Snape stopped behind him snapping Rons head back toward his book. "Well us and Neville." He whispers leaning closer to Harry, who snorted in amusement.

"But then again he can take himself!" Harry sniggers glancing at Neville sat with Luna further up the table.

Eleanor eyebrows pulled close together, "I'll have you know, Nevilles already asked someone." She hissed from across the table."And she said yes!"

Ron sighed aloud, picking up his quill again and dipping it in the ink. "Now I'm really depressed!" He mumbled loud enough to catch the attention of the twins who sat further beside Eleanor.

Fred bobs his head down, quickly scribbling down on a spare piece of parchment and throws it across the table to Ron. Ron opens it studying the context for a few moments before pulling a face.

"Who are you going with?" Ron asks him, glancing round to make sure Snape couldn't hear.

Fred smirks, scrunching up another piece of paper, he throws to at Angelina Johnson hitting her on the shoulder. "Angie" he whispers, "Would you like to go to the ball with me?" As he mimics dances moves with his arms.

"The ball?" She whispers back smiling, "Yeah!" Fred winks at Ron who sighs once more before turning toward Eleanor.

"Eleanor" He starts, "Have you got a date?"

Eleanor rests her chin in her hand, this ought to be good. "No I haven't."

"Why not?" He asks leaning further across the table, raising his eyebrows.

"I haven't had the right person ask me."

Ron frowns slightly pulling his lips together, "Well if you're waiting on Malfoy, it's too late he's already asked someone." He said with a slight humour to his tone.

He nodded his head down the table as everyone turned to see Draco sat with Adrian and a brunette beauxbatons girl that clung onto his arm like it was going to fall off.

Eleanor shifts uncomfortably in her seat, she didn't know he'd asked someone to the ball already.

It didn't bother her.

She kissed her teeth, "I wasn't waiting on Malfoy, I'm glad he's asked someone."

Ron turns away from her slowly nodding although his eyebrows raised in disbelief.