confundus drarry ✘

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Dear me,

So there's a ball, this coming hols break.

Father insisted I stay back, for appearances, and Mother said it was to be delightful and she always loved a good Christmas ball.

I don't want to stay, I'm not going to get to go with whoever I want, I'm obliged to go with a Slytherin girl and I really don't want to.

Blaise is taking some Durmstrang boy. Or the other way around. Anyways, he said that they'll probably be at the ball for five seconds, since they have other things to get up to.

No idea what that was all about.

It's a week away, and today, of course, I panicked. So, I saw a groups of Slytherin girls giggling in the corner, and some even pointing at me.

It was automatically there, my thoughts. I first wanted to ask Daphne Greengrass, because she's not too bad on the eyes, but father's words echoed through my head about the Greengrass'. Muggle tolerators. Tracey Davis was second choice, but she was heard to have been cheering for Potter, and my status needs to stay up, so never mind her. Millicent Bulstrode could squash me under my boot. And I need someone my age, someone who would look... efficient.

The thoughts were automatic, as I said: I need someone Potter would notice.

Pansy Parkinson.

The wicked girl, although not entirely attractive, had a few boys fancying her, and she has made Granger sneer more than once. She's always been beside me with attacking Potter, and she will surely catch his eye. More importantly, if Father catches word, she has nice blood and family, and her money is large, so...

I asked her.

She literally squealed and started gushing out random things. She was the gang leader of her little Slytherin pack, so the girls were visibly holding back their tongues. I gave Pansy a pat on the back, and quickly got out of the area.

Blaise instantly ridiculed me about the pat when I saw him tonight in the dorm. I glared at him and told him to mind his own.

He didn't bring up how he knows she's not my type, but the question was dancing in his eyes, and before I closed my curtains to write in here, I told him to remember appearances.

He huffed and I heard his curtains close as well.

Quite Satisfied,
Draco Malfoy