The only way you can know,
Is to give it all have,
I Lived-One Republic
That night, Harry had a party. Even though I was proud, I wasn't really allowed into the Gryffindor common room, and I'm not too much of a party person, except if I can dance really bad.
The party probably did allow that, but seriously, I still can't get into the common room. Plus, Ronald, Fred and George would be there and they don't exactly like me.
The next day, Harry came up to me.
"Why weren't you at the party last night?"
"Fred, George, Ronald." I stated.
"Well they can ki—" I cut him off quickly.
"It's fine. Er...plus it would be wrong to let a Snake into the Lion's house."
"I hate me," I muttered to myself.
Harry didn't seem to hear that. If he did, he ignored it.
"So did you hear the rumor?" Harry asked, blushing.
"What rumor?" I asked. If there's gossip through the school, it goes to everyone but me.
"You hadn't heard? They say that a ball is going to happen."
"Really? Who are you going with?" I asked calmly.
He shrugged and motioned to me, as if to ask who was taking me.
"I said before that I didn't even know there was a ball."
"Right," he said awkwardly.
"Hey, I was just heading to the Quiditch field, want to come with?" Harry asked
"Sure. But beware, not everyone has insane Quiditch powers. I've never even touched a broomstick."
We walked over to the Quiditch field. Quiditch is a game on broomsticks that wizards and witches play. There are seven people on each team. There are the goals on each side and you're supposed to throw a ball through them, but the keeper can try to block. Then there are two beaters, which protect the seeker and the three chasers. (Chasers try to throw the ball through the goals). The seeker is trying to protect the snitch, which ends the game and is two hundred fifty points.
Harry flew around on his broomstick, and did flips and cartwheels with it. Finally he came down to me with wind-blown hair and a smile. I grinned as he passed me the broomstick. I flexed my fingers and felt the soft wood. It was a black broomstick, which I didn't know the name of.
"Broomstick is this?" I asked.
"Firebolt." Harry smiled. I smiled back, pretending that I completely knew what a Firebolt was.
Whatever.
I slid onto the broomstick and flew up into the air.
"WAIT, YOU'RE GOING TOO HIGH!" Harry shouted from the ground. He looked like an ant from up here.
Instead I flew down to him and said, 'Hi'.
He smiled boldly at me and I flew through the sky doing everything that Harry was doing early.
"You're a seeker!" Harry accused.
"No I'm not! I wasn't lying when I said I hadn't touched one before!" I said.
"You should try out next year!"
"Are you sure, cause I'm pretty sure I'll kick your ass." I said with a huge grin.
"No I'm pretty sure that I'll kick your ass!" He said, starting a play argument.
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"I do not want to teach a bloody dance class to Slytherins!" I mock how I thought Snape would say about teaching kids to dance.
Hermione and Harry laughed. Ron was still shoving food down his throat in the great hall. Slowly, I waved and went to my class. Today was two weeks away from the Yule ball, and the teachers for each house are teaching us how to dance.
Snape came and said, "Today class, we are going to learn a part of a very special tradition that goes with the Triwizard cup. It's called the Yule Ball. Now you need to learn how to dance. Everyone partner up."
Draco rushed over to me with Pansy on his tail.
I quickly ran to a random, cute, Slytherin. I don't want more people to hate me. Even though Pug Face (Pansy) is a spoiled, privileged brat.
"Hi can we dance?" I gushed out quickly.
He glanced over and grinned and took my waist and danced with me.
"Life Savior!" I whispered into his ear.
He laughed and said, "My name is West. And I know all about Pansy and Draco. Don't worry you can say anything bad about them, I won't tell."
"Oh thank god. I was worried I was the only one who wasn't looking through mirrors that are broken."
"Please the only thing they see is all the crap coming out of their mouths. They just pretend it's chocolate."
I laughed. He swung me around then asked me my name.
"Oh...my name is Caroline."
"Nice to meet you Caroline."
The we talked the time away talking about random Slytherins.
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Don't Give Up *A Harry Potter Or Draco Malfoy Love Story* |Updating|
Romance|B O O K 1| •Takes Place In Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire• Caroline "Weasley" is actually a Riddle. She was adopted by Mrs. Weasley without knowing this until Dumbledore told her. Caroline still doesn't know. Even though she ended up in Slyth...
