Draco Malfoy and the Yule Ball Disaster

Yule Disaster

You look up just as Draco Malfoy confidently sits down beside you on the stone bench, and you send him a look with a frown. You're trying to study, you'd chosen this specific bench because no one ever comes this far back; how did the annoying blond always have an uncanny ability to find you when you least want him too?

"What is it?" You inquire, seeing Draco straighten slightly. He's looking at you, the trademark Malfoy smirk on his face, blond hair brushed back out of his way. His robes are of course the nicest money can be, a seamless black with the Slytherin logo upon them, just as yours are. You're both from wealthy, prominent pureblood families, both in the same House --- you're just not as spoiled and rotten as he his.

"So, you know that ball that's coming up?" He asks, his eyes running down your still form. You're the prettiest girl in the entire school, he'd decided that in First Year. Even when you'd worn your hair in two braids instead of one, even when you'd been better then him at charms, and he'd had to swallow his dignity and ask if you'd help him with his work; obviously, it wasn't because he was terrible, no, it was simply to get closer to you. 

You're one of the few women worthy of a Malfoy's attentions, he'd even talked it over with his father and found he agreed. Not many hold the same social status the two of you do, are role models as to how the other Slytherins should act. You always seem so indifferent and above everyone else, you're perfect!

"The Yule Ball?" you sigh, looking down at your books and knowing you're not going to get to study at all. You reach up, brushing loose strands of your hair behind your ear before looking at him again. 

"Yes, that one."

"What about it?" Are you going to have to drag it out of him? You like Draco, he's always been nice to you, but you don't like how he treats everyone else, especially those not in the same House. Perhaps the two of you had just been raised differently, by parents holding different principle's, but you've never liked belittling anyone or making them feel bad for who they are. Draco can be good; deep down, he has a good heart that you've seen. He might be all riddling remarks and superior breeding on the outside, but he's an actual person, with his own thoughts and feeling that aren't scrupled by his fathers words. You'd liked him much better when you were children.

"Well," Draco hesitates, which is really what draws your attention; he never hesitates, he always knows exactly what he wishes to say, "I want you to go with me. To the ball. Be my date." He straightens, proudly, as if he's just given you an invitation to the Queen.

You snort. "No."

"I'm glad you --- wait, no?" He stares at you, taken back as your answer registers. "What do you mean, no?"

"I think it's a very understandable word, Draco." You reply tartly, closing your book harder then you mean too. "Don't be shocked I don't want to go with you."

"Why don't you want too?" He rises as you do, slinging your bag over your shoulder in aggravation. He's taller then you, he really grew around Third Year, so you have to look up at him.

"Does it ever occur to you that someone else might have asked me to go? And not waited until the day before?" You say, holding your book tighter to your chest as you look up at him. "I'm not invisible, Draco."

"I know you're not invisible," he scowls down at you; he's never been rejected before! Usually Slytherin girls are more then welcoming of his attentions, and yet you --- you always turn him down! No one else treats him so condescendingly, except perhaps Potter, but his opinion has never mattered. "Who asked you?"

"I'm not going to tell you just so you can go and bully them." You snap, glaring up at him. You're both standing beneath one of the large trees in the courtyard, one of the few as otherwise it's just grass in an open area. There's one large tree that's grown over the years, taking up almost one entire wall, and in the center of the area is an iron sphere, one that's been there for as long as you can remember. "You always try to ruin everything for me, Draco! If you had asked me earlier, in a manner that wasn't so presumptuous, maybe you would have had a chance!"