Chapter 40

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I was walking back to my dormitary and suddenly heard a voice calling.

"Pssstt!" I looked at my side to see George floating on his broomstick by the window of the castle.

I quickly made my way to him. And he came closer to the window.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my face all lit up.

"Saw you passing by. You heard about Slughorn's invite to his gathering, right?"

"Yes." I shook my head.

"Well he also invited us to congratulate us on the success of our new business. Also said we can bring dates... and I was thinking umm... so, I- would you-"

"Yes, I'll go with you." I cut him off. My eyes filled with excitement as I noticed a spark in his eyes.

"Yes? Alright then. I'll see you there." His face had a relieved look. He then kissed my cheeks and smiled at me. I blushed madly and tried to hide it.

"Goodnight, George." I smiled then slowly started backing away.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He said then flew off.

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At the Slug party

Hermione and I walked together on the party. George saw me entering. I caught his eyes and he walked to me and kissed my hand like a gentleman. I wore a (your chosen dress) and styled my hair. Hermione wore a subtle dress with her hair falling over her shoulder. I noticed Cormac stealing glances at her from the start. Hermione excused herself and went off to him.

After sometime, I was talking to Fred and George. We cracked jokes and laughed and suddenly felt a pull on my hand. I whipped around to see Hermione. I quickly understood and went with her as she hid herself. She pulled us behind a cover and told me the whole story.

"What're you doing?" Hermione and I turned to see Harry. We pulled him behind the hanging.

"And what's happened to you?" Harry asked.

"Hm? Oh, I've just escaped. I mean, left Cormac. Under the mistletoe."

"Cormac! That's who you invited!"

"I thought it would annoy Ron most. But he's a menace. He's got more tentacles than a Snarfalump plant."

"Dragon tartar?" We turned to find a waiter peeking in, tray in hand.

"No, thank you." Hermione said.

"Just as well. They give one horribly bad breath."

"On second thought." Hermione popped two of the Dragon blobs into her mouth. "Maybe it'll keep Cormac at bay. Oh no, here he comes!" She shoved the tray in Harry's hand and flitted away, exited one side of the hanging and Cormac entered the other.

"I know you. Have you seen Hermione?" Cormac asked me.

"I think she went to powder her nose." Harry and I looked past Cormac's shoulder, out past the hanging and saw Slughorn laughing with a guest. Cormac plucked a dragon blob off the tray in Harry's hand and popped it.

"Slippery little minx, your friend. Likes to work her mouth too, doesn't she? Yak yak yak. What is this I'm eating, by the way?" Cormac asked as he chewed on.

"Dragon balls." He replied as Cormac's face froze.

I quickly flitted away as soon as I saw Snape roaming around. Harry started to head toward Slughorn when the hanging was sweaped aside revealing Snape.

"Take your hands off me, you filthy squib!"

A frown overtook my face, making me turn towards the sound. Harry emerged from the hanging and we found a the old platinum hair in Filch's rough grip. He was non other than Draco Malfoy.

"Professor Slughorn, sir! I've just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party."
Filch said.

"Okay, okay, I was gate-crashing. Happy?" Malfoy confessed.

"I'll escort him out." Snape spoke up as

Draco's eyes shifted towards me. They traveled up and down my body making me feel insecure. Just then I felt a hand wrapping around my waist. I turned to see George who was glaring daggers at Malfoy. Malfoy then shrugged free of Filch.

"Certainly... Professor." His voice was filled with sarcasm as he left with him stealing a glance at me once more.

"Bloody wanker." I heard George mutter under his breath. "You alright, lovely?" He looked down at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I gave him an assuring smile.

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