A/N: Dunno what to say, hi.
The thing she dreaded happened. How did Harry find out? And why the hell was he so quick to snitch? She was face-to-face with an angry looking Harry the next morning, being questioned so much to the point she started having a headache.
"Answer my question first, Potter, since when did you become a lousy little snitch?" Holly asked him, very annoyed.
"And since when did you like Malfoy? I mean- there are much better options than that prat." Harry shot back at her. "Better options? Don't tell me you're implying that you're better than him because sorry to burst your bubble but you just ain't." Holly felt like laughing at the face Harry made when she said that. At least it shut him up. With that, she walked past him without another word.
Harry had no business interfering with her personal life, Holly thought to herself as she made her way down to the Great Hall. But how did Harry find out in the first place? Holly knew Ginny wouldn't tell Harry just like that so... how did he actually find out??
Her question was answered when she got into the Great Hall. Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table boasting about how he got Holly as his Yule Ball date in a very loud voice. That little idiot- He had been giving a detailed, and very over-exaggerated way of how Holly had reacted when she got asked to the ball and it made Holly very, very, irritated.
She grudgingly made her way over to to the Gryffindor table and sat down beside Ginny. "Git." Holly muttered under her breath, looking at Draco from the corner of her eyes.
"You know, the Yule Ball is tomorrow." Ginny stated. Tomorrow? Damn it.
"What about it?" Holly questioned her, taking a bite of her toast and not taking her eyes off Draco. "Have you decided on what to wear? I have." Ginny asked. Shit she hasn't.
"Nah, not yet." Holly answered. She really needs to pick out a dress.
So, when Holly got back to her dorm room, she had what she wanted to wear in mind.
