To A Ball With My Enemy

An Extremely Unexpected Date

Ugh, the common room was buzzing louder than a dozens of bee hives put together.So much for peace and quiet.  Everyone was gushing about the Yule Ball, couples flitting about like butterflies high on sugar quills. Or perhaps like Ron on too many chocolate frogs.

 Me? Here I was a wallflower extraordinaire, staring longingly at the snowy window sipping an icy cold pumpkin juice. Ron, bless his naive oblivious self, was off on a date with Padma Patil. (don't ask me how I know that), leaving me with a weird mix of relief and disappointment. Of course i didn't have a date.

Suddenly, Malfoy strolled in, looking less like a ferret and more like a cute lost puppy.  Wait a minute, did i just call Malfloy the ferret supreme cute?

Seriously, the nerve! "Hey, Potter," he drawled, avoiding eye contact. I swear, his cheeks were even the slightest bit pink. "Granger's busy with Longbottom tonight, so... I figured, maybe you'd want to, like maybe, hang out with me?"

I choked on the pumpkin juice I'd been drinking. Malfoy? Hanging out? At the Yule Ball? "Hang out?" I spluttered, amusement bubbling up within me. This was the best joke I'd heard all week.

"Yeah, the Ball," he mumbled, looking like he might bolt. "Think about it. Seeing Weasley turn into a cherry red ripe tomato would be epic."

The image did paint a pretty funny picture. Ron, turning a shade of crimson that rivaled his ginger, classic weaslry hair? Priceless. "So, this is all about messing with Ron?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Malfoy threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Ugh, Potter, don't be dense. It's not just a prank. You're, like, the only Gryffindor I wouldn't mind being stuck with for a night."

I couldn't believe what i had just heard. Did Malfloy just compliment me, his arch nemesis.

Now that was interesting, very intresting. Maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of truth hidden beneath Malfoy's usual snarky slytherin mask. "What's the catch, Malfoy?" I finally asked, leaning back in my arm chair.

"Catch?" he feigned innocence, though his smirk told a different story. "Look, if you ditch me at the last minute, I'll jinx your hair green and make it last for a month. Think of it as an incentive."

Despite the threat, a grin stretched across my face. This Yule Ball was shaping up to be much more entertaining than I'd ever imagined. Imagine, just imagine what Rita Skeeter would write.

 A slow smile mirrored mine in Malfoy's eyes. "Fine, Malfoy," I agreed, grabbing my bag. "But mess with me, and you'll be answering to Fawkes."

He chuckled, a genuine sound that sent shivers down my spine – in a good way. "Sure, sure, the extremely scary, flaming chicken" he teased with a mock bow. "Now let's ditch this place before you scare everyone off with that atrocious Weasley sweater."

We slipped out of the Gryffindor tower together, an unlikely pair ready to stir some serious trouble at the Yule Ball. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be just about pranking Ron after all.

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