Lucinda Evans - still in progress

Chapter 9 - Yule Ball

When I woke up this morning I could immediately tell it was Yule Ball today. Greengrass and Pansy are nervously walking around the room, worrying about all the stuff the need to get done before tonight. 

"Afterward I only have 2 hours to do my hair and another hour to do my makeup..." Greengrass keeps doing sentry-go in the common room. I'm seated at the table, doing Draco's DADA homework, and give her an angry glance. I can't concentrate if they're like this, can't they do it somewhere else? But I guess neither of them saw it, or they don't pay attention to me, because they just continue.

"Lucinda, are you almost ready? I'm hungry and want to go eating," Draco says when he comes standing next to me.

"I'm almost done. Just one more line to end the conclusion and then I'm finished." I finish the last line and give him the piece of parchment.

"Now let's go eating 'cause I'm starving!" Draco says dramatically and looks nervously around. I see him looking at a stressing Pansy and Greengrass when he quickly takes my arm hand takes me with me out of the common room, to the corridor. Once we're outside he sighs; "Merlin, they're starting to stress me out."

I giggle. This is the side of Draco that I like the most, the side that prevents me from hating him, his cute side. 

"Don't tell me you're going with one of them?" I ask still giggling.

I see Draco's face become red and he turns his head away in embarrassment. "Well somebody didn't want to go with me.."

"If you asked nicely I would have. Anyone would."

He looks up surprised, "You really think anyone would want to go with me? And all I had to do was ask nicely?"

"Yes."

"You don't believe that do you," his face back to its emotionless self.

"Of course I do. You're quite handsome, Draco. I'm sure the girls here noticed, so if you would have asked them in a gentleman-like way I'm sure they would be more than willing to go with you."

Draco turns to me with his famous grin on his face. "So you think I'm handsome."

I start to blush but do not answer. I just keep continue walking and look straight in front of me. 

"I can't blame you. I mean, look at me. I'm too sexy for words. You just admitted it yourself."

"I never said that!" My voice a few octaves higher than normally.

We finally arrive at the Great Hall and see the Golden Trio, who arrive at almost the same time as we do but they are leaving while we are entering. 

"Hermione — who are you going to the ball with?" I hear the red-haired boy ask.

"I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."

"You're joking, Weasley!" Draco laughs. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"

Harry and Ron both whip around, but Hermione says loudly, waving to somebody over our shoulders, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Draco next to me goes pale and jumps backward, looking wildly around for Professor Moody, but he is nowhere around. "Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" Hermione says scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron go up the marble staircase laughing heartily.

I giggle too, remembering the scene and wanting to relive that moment.

"Ow shut up, Luce!" Draco walks away with a clear red blush on his face from the embarrassment and anger.