Ruby Dellamark arrived at Hogwarts in year three. There, she met the arrogant, but also torn Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. She learns a few things about Draco, and also herself, as Hogwarts prepares itself for the return of the Dark Lord.
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Considering everything, Ruby was having a fabulous time at the ball. Draco actually didn't seem as bad as he made off to be; the two of them didn't get into an argument, they actually enjoyed the other's company. That was until a voice like nails-on-chalk-board interrupted them.
"Draco!" Pansy Parkinson. The two sprung away as Pansy stormed up to them, "What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" she asked him.
"I'm dancing, what does it look like?" he asked her.
"You're supposed to be my date for the ball! Not Ravenweirdo's," she replied. Ruby scoffed.
"Ravenweirdo, that's we've come down to?" she asked Pansy.
"Oh, don't worry. That's one of the kinder names we have for you," she scowled. Ruby smiled back at her with pure hate. Draco decided to step in.
"You weren't around, she was. Deal with it," he told her. Pansy scoffed and flipped her hair.
"Fine, you're a wretched dancer anyway," she sneered. She walked away with a final whip of her hair, nearly hitting Ruby in the face.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked her.
"Alright? That was bloody brilliant!" she replied.
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The ball progressed late into the night. They heard the bell ring for midnight, but nobody was in a hurry to go to bed. Many people were still dancing, including Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
Ruby had gotten closer to Draco, physically speaking. She felt comfortable enough to let herself rest her chin on his shoulder as they swayed to the music. While they danced, she had a sudden thought that made her chuckle.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"Well, thinking now, I just realized that before we came in, you actually called me Ruby. Not Dellamark," she replied.
"I guess I took your advice," he said.
"Good for you," she replied smugly.
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The days passed and the second challenge would soon be upon them. And yet, Harry was no closer to figuring out the clue in his golden egg. It wasn't that he wasn't trying, he just hadn't figured out how to drown out the sound of ten thousand harpies screeching all at once while the egg was opened.
Ruby had met Hermione in the library, while Harry was off, still trying to decipher the egg. "Where's Harry?" she asked.
"Apparently, the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor," she replied. Ruby thought for a minute.
"Isn't that where Moaning Myrtle lurks?" she asks.
"I thought that was just in the girls' lavatory," she replied.
"Nearly Headless Nick sweeps through the Ravenclaw tower sometimes as well," she said.
"That sounds awful," Hermione said.
"Looks even worse," she replied, "So, did Viktor figure out his golden egg?" Ruby asked.
"I wouldn't know," Hermione replied. Ruby looked up from her potions notes with confusion.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"Well, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being," she replied.
"So?" Ruby asked.
"I just mean he's not particularly loquacious?" Hermione replied.
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