JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

fifty-eight

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Y/N MAXWELL

To say I was excited about the Yule Ball would be a complete understatement. I was overjoyed especially now that I had a date to attend with. As much as I wanted to scream it from the top of my lungs and have everyone in Hogwarts know, only two people were aware, those individuals in question being Hermione and Lilia.

The only reason I hadn't told anyone else was because the subject didn't come up in any conversations I've had - though that could be because I've been studying nonstop for two days straight. If I wasn't in class working on schoolwork, I was in my dorm doing homework. I didn't want this ball to be put above more important things.

The one conversation that I did have with Hermione and Lilia on the topic of the ball, dresses and dates was quite enjoyable. I even found out who each of them were attending with and I couldn't be more happy for both girls.

"This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." Ronald's voice could be heard from beside Hermione, interrupting my concentration. You'd think that with all the studying I'd been doing over the past few days I'd be up-to-date on all my schoolwork, but unfortunately, I was not.

Upon noticing Ron interrupting some students around him, Snape pressed his hand against the back of the ginger's head, shoving his head back towards the books on the table in front of him.

"Well, us and Neville." Ron leaned towards Harry, a nasty smirk finding its way into his face as a chuckle exited his lips.

Harry suppressed a laugh as he turned his head in his best friend's direction. "Yeah, but then again, he can take himself."

Both boy's words made my face drop suddenly. The way they spoke about certain people made me cringe, it also made me wonder if they've ever said anything about me behind my back.

"It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone." I turned my head in Ron's direction, noticing his face fall the moment those words exited my lips.

A groan exited Ron's mouth as he dropped his hands onto the mahogany table in front of him. "Now I'm really depressed."

"Maybe if the two of you were to stop acting like complete bigots you might actually find someone who would be interested in going with you." My eyes flick back down to the parchment of paper sat in front of me.

"Oh, come on, (Y/n). We were only joking." Ronald did his best to justify his previous choice in words. Sure, he may have only been joking, but if I were to make any 'harmless' jokes about the way his dress robes looked, he'd one-hundred percent refuse to attend the ball.

Ronald falls silent, deciding against saying anything else. I suppose he didn't want any lectures, especially since he was the easiest target for nasty remarks at the moment. My eyes fall back onto my parchment paper, reading over the paragraphs I've written during the study period.

For the most part, I was happy with everything I'd accomplished throughout this study lesson, but knowing Professor Snape he'd probably take marks off for not having more detailed information. Which, take in mind was pretty difficult to do, considering there wasn't much more to add on the effects of Doxyside.

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone," Ron whispered from beside me, once again breaking and gaining my attention. My eyes fall onto a piece of paper in the boy's hand, noticing the writing on it. What complete and utter ridiculousness.