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chapitre 19

     Slytherin boys and girls are currently sitting across from each other as we wait for our head of house to appear. All of our discussions halt as he enters the large room, his robes flying behind him as always.

"Listen up. The Yule Ball is coming, and whether you like it or not, every single one of you is expected to attend. No exceptions. This is not some casual party– it's a chance for you to prove that you're not a bunch of bumbling fools." Snape pauses to glare at us, then continues "to help you avoid embarrassing yourselves, I've organized a dance lesson today where you will learn the basic steps and etiquette required so you don't stumble around like a bunch of trolls on the dance floor. I suggest you take this seriously unless you want to be the laughingstock of the Ball." As soon as he mentions 'dance lesson', the whole room groans.

He goes on and on for a little while, "as for your appearance, I expect you to make an effort. Your robes better be presentable, your hair decently groomed, and your overall look not a complete disaster. This is Hogwarts, after all, not a pigsty." He adds, "I know some of you may be dreading this event, and frankly, I couldn't care less. It's not about your feelings or preferences. So put on a brave face and endure the evening with as much grace as you can muster. You might even find some unexpected enjoyment– though I highly doubt it." He mumbles at the end.

"Malfoy. Come here." Professor Snape calls, turning to face the platinum-haired boy. Draco walks to the center of the room with his ever-present confidence.

"Place your left hand on my shoulder and your right one in my hand." He orders.

Draco's eyes widen, "Professor?" He asks.

"You heard me. Filch if you would get on with it." He looks back to the caretaker who–at the moment–is struggling to get the music going, I'm guessing?

I can't help but listen to everyone mentally laughing their asses off seeing Draco dancing with our head of house once the music starts. I look around seeing nothing but stoic expressions, but on the inside, all I can hear is laughing, I'm talking wheezing and coughing inside their heads.

At least his father isn't going to hear about this

But then I make the fatal mistake of letting out a snort just as Draco gets lifted up in the air.

Oh no

After a brief moment of searching the crowd for the person that laughed, Snape's eyes land on me with an immediate glare following.

"Y/l/n."

The sound of shuffling takes over as everyone turns to look at me. My eyes carefully lift up to meet his awaiting glare.

"Take my place, since you find the situation so terribly funny." His cold voice says, unfortunately for me.

I stand while listening to Farah, calling me a loser through her thoughts and making my way to the waiting daddy's boy who looks very unhappy having to dance with me.

"Begin." Snape says when we just stand there doing nothing.

Draco places his hand on my waist and grabs my other one. We both come from wealthy families where events like these are quite frequent, so dancing with him is actually easy, even though he can barely look at me. That is until he steps on my foot, causing me to trip, followed by the two of us falling onto the floor.

I groan, landing straight on top of him. "Now look what you've done, you dimwitt!" Draco huffs.

"Me?" I question in utter disbelief while pushing myself off him, "You're the one with two left feet. Maybe if you knew how to handle a woman, we wouldn't have fallen." I retort, kicking his leg. I slightly laugh, seeing the hurt expression on his face.