Dancing with Danger

two

the next day...

"Eliza, c'mon you haven't had anything to eat all night," Kate said while tugging on the sleeve of my robes as I sat down.

"For your information," I started, sounding annoyed. "I cleared out half the common room refrigerator at about four this afternoon." Kate gave me the death stare.

"Ok fine, you win," I groaned as I got up from the table to get some food.

I looked down at my plate trying not to drop anything, in third year there was a— CRASH. An uncomfortable silence fell over the Great Hall. Before I could even look up, a very familiar, cold voice spoke up.

"God, can't you watch where you're going?" Malfoy snarled at me.

"Maybe learn how to walk next time and I won't have to," I hissed back.

"I don't have time to argue with people like you today," He scoffed and brushed his shoulders off, slowly walking away.

"Aw, Malfoy's scared he's gonna lose an argument," I muttered under my breath as I thought he was out of earshot. Shit he turned around. He shot me an evil glare and went back to the Slytherin table, which just my luck, happened to be my table too. I ended up sitting around Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle which was just fantastic considering they were Malfoy's little goons he could pose around like toy army guys.

"Hey Rogers! Nice shirt, the food really brings it all together," Blaise said across the table at me.

"Wow Blaise, I never knew you were into fashion," I said, not even bothering to look in his direction.

After dinner, I trudged back to my dormitory with Kate and Andrew, since I don't get to room with them. It'd be better than Satan sleeping across from me—I mean Pansy. Just as the two of them left, the door practically fell of it's hinges as my roommate from Hell, Pug Faced Pansy, strutted in and nearly collapsed on her bed. Nothing will ever be as strange as hearing her blab on, and on, and on about Malfoy—I mean, what's that great about him anyway, he's just an air headed bleached blonde.

"You're sure giving angry kids a run for their money with the way you slammed that door, I'd give it a four out of ten; you could do better," I gave a small grin as she went through her bag to pull out some makeup.

"See Eliza, this might make you somewhat presentable" She said holding up the pallet of eyeshadow in her hand. "And that little run in- or should I say run into with Malfoy earlier, yeah that was cute. Trying to hit him— I mean hit on him. You could only dream of having him ask you to the Yule Ball. I'm a lucky, lucky girl," Pansy said with a devilish little smile.

I gave her a look that said in your dreams, and apparently, she took the hint.

"You know, if you wanted to look like a kindergarten art project was going on your eyelids, you could've just asked me. At least I have the talent to do something," I said with a wink and she gave me a wicked case of side eye. That night I lay awake with the thought of Draco asking pug face to the Yule Ball constantly popping back into my head. Why did I care so much? Why the hell would he ever ask her?

Unless...

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since it's Hogwarts, people use magic to make the food appear—but for the sake of whatever i was thinking, they have to get their food :)