Muggle With Magic

Slughorn's Party

Ron and Lavender would not let each other go. For instance, today, Harry and Ron were talking in the common room and Lavender squeezed herself in between them, flinging her arms around Ron's neck.

"Hi, Harry." Said Parvati who, like him, looked faintly embarrassed and bored by their friends' behaviour.

"Hi," said Harry, "How're you? You're staying at Hogwarts, then? I thought your parents wanted you to leave."

"Oh Padma and I managed to convince them otherwise. After the whole Katie debacle I don't want to leave, maybe I could help eventually." There should be more people like Padma and Parvati, she thought.

"Are you going to Slughorn's party?" Asked Harry. He hoped she was, he liked Parvati.

"No, I wasn't asked." She looked sullen for all of two seconds when she brought up what happened at the celebration, "But you definitely asked someone, didn't you Mr Grand Gesture!" She hit Harry's arm, "If I had known you'd do that for someone I would've asked for the same in fourth year!"

He laughed, "I don't think it would've happened, Parvati."

"Shame." She tutted, "But you must be excited, right? A public party with your future husband."

"Oh I wouldn't go that far." He blushed redder than the robes he wore.

 Parvati rolled her eyes, "You asked him to be your date in front of the whole Gryffindor student body, Harry. Who else would you do that for?"

Calmly, Draco sat in an armchair in the Slytherin Common Room. Glaring at him as she walked in was Parkinson, because apparently that was Florian's seat. Nobody else sat in Florian's seat. "Piss off, Parkinson." He sighed, turning over the page to his book (A Spell Too Far: The Life of Harry Potter. It was amazing all the things they got wrong. Honestly, the book believes he was living with a wealthy Wizarding family in Wales).

"Do you not have something better to do than infect the place with your muggle-loving ways?" She sneered, not coming any closer to Draco in case she caught something.

"Oh, that's right!" Dramatically, he closed the book and stood up, looking down at her, "I have a party to attend. A party you were not invited to. Pity." He pouted then sighed, "Oh well, I'll be sure to bring you back a sandwich or two."

He walked off, "I- Malfoy!" She screamed after him, but Draco was already down the hall.

The party would kick off in three hours, and he and Harry wanted to meet an hour before just to hang out alone. So, he changed. Blaise walked in when Draco had his shirt off, starring at the sight. "Someone needs to blow out the candle because it's already too hot in here." He stared, and Draco turned away, blushing.

"Who have you decided to take, then? Since I'm unavailable."

"Well," Blaise sighed, "I had to settle for the next best thing."

He left it at that, and Draco wired his brain to think who it could be. His instant thought was Daphne because she was just the female version of him (he even heard some rumours that if Potter was straight she'd be the one he'd date). But then... "No."

"Yes." Draco could hear that annoying smirk in his voice.

"Uninvite him. Now." Draco stomped his foot, turning back around with his white shirt done up and black waistcoat in hand.

"And why should I do that?" The Italian looked to his nails.

"You know what he is like with Harry, Blaise. Out of everyone, you chose him! Why him in the first place?"

He shrugged, "He asked." Oh, as simple as that, is it? Someone asks and it's an immediate yes, apparently. Draco did not want to believe it. A formal event, like a real, actual date with Harry and who will be there watching his every mood like a protective little shit? (Even though he's only watching Draco because he hates Harry.) Fucking Florian.