Red Lion [2] // Harry Potter// Draco Malfoy

Dancing with Ghosts

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Dancing with Ghosts

I am so sleepy.
Around us were several small espresso cups, my head was rested on Neville's shoulder as I picked at my hash brown.
"Why are you so tired?" Neville asked, giving me another espresso.
"Harry broke our window." Hadleigh glared at him," and we had to get up early so the elves could assist in the clean-up and plastering.
Looking at us, he lifted his hands in surrender," I don't know that was Ravenclaw tower from the outside."
Ron rolled his eyes," At least the elves go into your tower,  they are  pissed off with –"

"Look at this!" Hermione shouted, hitting the morning paper," I can't believe it she's done it again. Miss Granger a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."
Hadleigh tipped the page, in the middle of the page her and Harry hugging in a heart frame whilst Krum was pictured looking moody and brooding in a circle at the bottom of the page.
"At least your hair looks good," I said shaking off the sleep.
Hermione gave me a pointed look, not a smile in sight.
"Since when were you guys friends again?" Hadleigh yawned gesturing to the trio and Harry's dormmates.
Ron swallowed his breakfast," Last night –"
"They had a beautiful heart to heart." Johnson smirked from down the table," brought a tear to good Katie's eye."

Lifting my head up from Neville's shoulder, a boy very similar to Collin Creevy stood with a large box.
"A parcel for your Mr Weasley." He smiled, with his back straight,
Ron put his spoon down," Thank you, Nigel."
He had a large smile on his face as he stood starring at Harry with wide eyes, he only broke his gaze when Hermione cleared her throat.
"Not now Nigel," Ron spoke hushed." Later. Go on."
Nigel stared at Harry dreamingly, turning on his heels in the direction of his brother – his notebook clutched to his chest.
Hadleigh raised an eyebrow as Nigel sat on the far end of the table, "What was that about?"
Ron shrugged, "I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph."
"You've basically hired kid into getting your post?" She raised an eyebrow at him
"In theory, yes, the autograph is similar to a payment." Ron said, peeling back the paper on the box, "Oh look mum has sent me something."
Creating space on the table, Hermione threw the lid under the table, leaving the box and the brown paper wrapper.
Holding the material to his chest, he looked down confused at the heavy brown jacket with the red lace trim, a boy over at the Hufflepuff table craned his neck to get a better look.
"She brought me a dress?"

"Well it does match your eyes," Harry joked, reaching it to the box," Is there a bonnet?"
" Nose down Harry," Ron pushed the tie out of his face, looking towards his sister," Ginny these must be for you."
Ginny looked at it and almost choked on her breakfast, "I'm not wearing that it's ghastly."
Hermione started laughing,  hiding her smile under her hand," They're not for Ginny they're for you! Dress robes."
I choked on my tea, putting my hand over my mouth before I spat it across the table,
"Dress robes? for what?" Ron said, his voice getting higher.
Hadleigh stared," You are going to wear them? Oh you poor boy, that's what you get for being Ginger."

From the top table, McGonagall tapped the side of her teacup a small smile on her face that she tried to suppress.
"Lessons after lunch are cancelled please check with your prefects or common room bulletin boards for more information."

Hadleigh and I dragged our feet over to the Ravenclaw table, as Cho whispered to her friends – I sat on the table next to Roger with a wide smile.
"Celyn." He rolled his eyes, jokingly.
I shook my head, "Captain, what's he on about?"
Adrian rolled his eyes," Flitwick is teaching us to dance."
"To dance?" Hadleigh questioned.
He nodded," Yeah."
"Where?" Jack asked sliding along the bench.
Adrian tapped the table," The old DADA classroom."
"Which one?"
"Quirrell's." He said slowly.
"Brilliant." Hadleigh said sarcastically," There is nothing like remembering you murderous Professor on a Thursday afternoon on December first."
I rolled my eyes," Come on Hads we still have Care and History to get through."
"No," She groaned," Not that bloody blast ended whatcha-me-call-its."
"Yeah, those." I sighed," Can't be any worse than facing a dragon."