dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

mcgonagall's dance lessons,

Dancing with you was a miracle in itself.
—

a r i a  s t u n n i n g s

I walk alongside Draco and watch as he makes faces at the clear glass of the empty classrooms. "Are you always this weird?" I asked him.

"Not usually," he chuckles. "But I get these bouts at times. By the way, did you know that McGonagall has an announcement?" 

"I've heard," I roll my eyes. "That's all I've heard about all day."

"That's probably because the last time she had an announcement, she said that we were all going to die at the end of this year," he replied.

"What? " 

"She said that it was a joke later, but I suspect that she was drunk," he tells me.

"Well, Mr Malfoy, do we want another detention?" 

Draco's aristocratic features pale as he turns around, "Professor. Right. No, uh- thank you . . . ?"

"My pleasure, really," she tells him. "Come around anytime you want and we can fix something up, if you want."

"Right," he tells her, his pale face deep red.

I laugh as McGonagall leaves, "I like her."

"Whatever," he tells me, but I know that he doesn't actually hate her. 

"Witches and wizards, thank you for coming. As we know that the Triwizard Tournament is on," McGonagall said.

"Is it?" I asked Draco.

"Obviously," Draco replied.

"- And students from the schools of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and of course, Hogwarts, have gathered together to participate in it. Now, whenever we have the Triwizard Tournament we also have the Yule Ball to commemorate the bondings between each of these schools. In the Yule Ball, we dance-" 

"Well, duh," I say. "We dance."

Draco stares at me and says, "For idiots like you, who have no idea what dance is, it isn't really duh."

I glare at him. "I can dance," I mutter.

"Oh yeah?" he leans towards me. "Then dance with me."

"N-no," I tell him. "Not now. Not in front of everyone."

"Meet me at the Room of Requirements, at 6 p. m."

"Absolutely not!" I say, growing nervous by the minute.

"Scared, Stunnings?" he asks me.

My pride gets better of me and I say, "Absolutely not."

"Anything you'd like to share with me, Ms Stunnings?" McGonagall asks me. "You seem to have a lot to share."

I roll my eyes but answer politely, "No, thank you, Professor."

"Please don't talk in my class then," McGonagall told me.

"Yes, Professor," I tell her.

"Good," she told me. "Now, Mr Malfoy, would you like to dance with me?"

Draco's pale features look at her in shock -- his eyes wide, nose twitching, lips forming an 'O'. "Me?"

"Well, I'm not talking to your father, am I?"

"Let's see how well you can dance now, Pale Face," I mock him.

He glares at me as he stalks off.

"Now, put your hand on my waist," she tells him.

I watch as Draco winces as she places his hand on his waist and I snort. He glares at me. She grabs his shoulder and I watch as he stifles a groan. I stuff my fist into my mouth to stop laughing. Then, he stumbles around the room, McGonagall practically dragging him along. I watch as the students snigger at his state.

He walks back to his seat beside me, all eyes on him. His face is redder than I have ever seen it before and suddenly I feel sorry for his poor soul.

"He's so bad at dancing, no wonder no one's going to ask him out," a girl sniggers. "And no one would even accept him if he does."

He stares ahead of him, fiercely, defensively even. Anyone can see that he is embarassed. Suddenly, he raises his hand, "Could I go to the washroom?"

"Yes," said McGonagall, who was selecting another student to torture. "Take-" she looked around for who he should take. "Stunnings."

I gape at her as I get up and Draco walks out of class, avoiding the 'He's such a weakling' whispers.

He stops in front of the Ravenclaw common room. "Greynde," he says and I follow him in. "Why are you following me?" he asked.

"She asked me to come with you," I tell him.

"Well, I don't need you, so get out," he said. "I do not need to be teased about how badly I danced."

"I didn't come for-"

"Abandoned classroom," he reminded me.

I sighed. "Draco, I cannot dance."

"I know. That's why I'll teach you," he smirked.

I groaned.