Mixed Magical Messages

Chapter Twelve: Twinkle Toes

"Yeah, and you'll have to ask out Weasley," Danny teased.

"Oh, don't even-"

"I black dare you to ask Rose Weasley out!" Blake exclaimed.
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Scorpius POV

She's going to kill me. She's going to hex me black and blue.

Oh, Merlin-

"Scorpius!" Clarabelle exclaimed in a fake cheery voice. (Damn, she was on in it too. Some friend, eh?). "Fancy seeing you here!"

Weasley looked at Clarabelle suspiciously. "Malfoy."

My mouth was dry. "Weasley," I croaked. "Potter, Reid, Thomas."
Each took their turn in giving me strange looks as I acknowledged them. "Can I speak to Weasley for a moment?" I asked, shaking.

Clarabelle grinned. "Surely, what you need to say to Rose you can say to us?" she smirked (I honest to Merlin, hated her for that moment).

"Wealseywillyougototheballwithme?" I said through clenched teeth.

Reid's jaw dropped. Potter dropped his goblet, pumpkin juice splashing everywhere.

Weasley just gave Clarabelle a glare, who grinned profusely.

"Fine."

I swear I hadn't heard her right. "Excuse me?"

"Fine. I said, fine."

This time, my jaw dropped. I looked helplessly at Danny, Nadine and Blake, who were peeing them selves laughing hysterically.

"I... Right. Cool. Whatever."
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Rose POV
"I hate you. You know that right?" I told Clarabelle as we walked to Potions.
Clarabelle winked. "You'll thank me later," she grinned as she opened the door to the classroom.

"What?!" I hissed as she darted off to sit beside her partner, Mead.

I slumped beside Malfoy. He nodded in my direction. "Weasley," he grumbled.

"Malfoy."

"Shall we get started then?"

"Yeah."

We worked in silence for a majority of the class.

By jove, was it awkward.

"Pass me the roots?" he asked.

"Yeah, here you go-"

"It was a dare, I want you to know that," Malfoy rushed.

"What?" I gave him a confused look.

"The Ball thing. They dared me," he pointed at Parker and Zabini.

Suddenly, my heart felt... heavy. Like I was disappointed. "Oh. I was dared too. I had to say yes to the next person who asked me," I told him.

He frowned. "Oh, alright."

I turned to him. "We should set rules for the Ball."

"Oh?"

"We have to be civil, like no fighting. We have to call each other by our first names-"

"Clarabelle?" Malfoy asked, amused.
I nodded. "I hate her, you know."

Malfoy laughed. "That's one thing we can agree on right now."
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"Jesus Rose! Hold still!" Belle Menson ordered, trying to apply my eyeliner.