"Wanna sit down?" George pants, exhausted as the music blares around us. "We've been dancing for ages."
I roll my eyes. "It's been ten minutes Weasley. But fine." We walk over to the chairs set around the dance floor. I straighten my dress, and plop down on the squishy cotton.
"So Rose-" George begins, smirking at me, before being interrupted by a girl I have never seen before. She has two other girls behind her like body guards. The girl has curly reddish hair and a smile that I want to smack off of her, even though I don't even know her name. She appears to be in her sixth or seventh year.
"Hi Georgey!" She giggles. Behind her, her friends giggle as well.
George gives her a confused look. "Do I know you?" He asks finally, suspicion in his voice.
"Of course you do." He raises an eyebrow. "Come on! My sisters best friend is dating Lee Jordan's brother! Surely you've heard of me!" George shakes his head. "I'm in Gryffindor! I'm a seventh year! My name is Libby Huber!"
I snort. Wow. Just wow. "Doesn't ring a bell." George says.
The girl swears under her breath, something only I am able to catch. But her face is suddenly relit. "Well, I know you Georgey. So, wanna dance?"
He glances at me, silently asking for permission, before standing up, and following her out to the dance floor.
What?
The glare I gave him clearly said, 'leave me and I will kill you'! Anyone could tell what I meant! At least, they could tell that I didn't mean 'go up and dance with her, even though you asked ME to the ball'!
My face burns bright red with anger. The girl-Libby's two bodyguard-like friends strut away from me, giggling.
I blink, straining to understand what just happened.
A 7th year named Libby stole my date.
Great. Just great.
And is now-"WHAT?!" I jump up in shock as someone sits next to me. "Oh sorry professor." I apologize to none other than Mad Eye Moody; the one person who I have been trying to avoid all day, may I add. "You just gave me a fright."
"Where's Weasley?"
"He ditched me for some Libby girl." I mumble under my breath.
Moody raises his eyebrows. "Really? Well, forget about him Crouch. He's nothing but a no-good blood traitor, who leads girls on before ditching them in a heartbeat."
Yeah-what?! I was NOT 'lead on' by George! I don't like him like that! I don't like him, period. I hate him. He's a filthy blood traitor. Does Moody think I like George freaking Weasley?!
Ha, as if!
Never. No. Nope. Defiantly not.
A/N Okay, this is probably the worst chapter I have ever written (besides chapter 8, that sucked), but I don't really care. I'm not in a good mood today, so just hold your comments aside.
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FanfictionYeah sure, Cass was Cass. She was cruel. Mean. Sadistic. A Crouch by heart. Then George Weasley comes around. And with a teacher that seems to be stalking her, a missing father, and an annoying nickname, Cass's view on the world might be altered fo...
