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Part 11 :o Can't believe I made it this far.


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The old hanging clock approves the next morning in 7 A.M.

You roared a huge yawn as soon as your eyes're open, your mouth almost resembles an alligator's gap.
Yet another blinding light flashes through the curtain near you, forcing you to close it tight and desperately wish to never open it again for the next 5 hours. You just hate how your bed is the closest to the window.
But knowing you can't simply go back to your slumber now for the strong possibility you won't wake up before lunch, you decided to just get up from your bed, your rommates still inside their cribs like babies. Even Sam, who's supposed to wake earlier is still in her dreams. You went to the bathroom after folding your blanket tidily, washing your face and spying your morning reflection in front of the mirror. Foggy, so you wiped it up with your palm.

It reveals vividly two dark half-circles beneath your eyes. There are light stripes on your faces. Your cheeks didn't feel any elastic when you pull it. Does this mean you're getting old?

After some magical tooth brushing in which the toothbrush's the one doing the job while you wash your hands and comb your fringe, you went back to your room to ferret out some of your belongings. Notebooks, your poor forgotten, ready-to-dispose diary , your colorful pajamas and psychedelic underwears; they're all in just neat. Then your hand arrives on a fluffy brown stuffing you remembered Kim gave you back at King's Cross before your departure here. The one and only Harrods bobbly jumper teddy bear that ever existed, at least until now.

You cuddled it tight as you recall what you just wrote last night to her via owl post.

Pumpkin juice, not so appetizing feasts, the Weasleys, and..
..Draco Malfoy.

It occurred to be ridiculous to you how you also included about your not-so-great relationship with him since your arrival here and it ate up almost all of the spaces in the paper, leaving only a small part of it on the bottom to squeeze a line about how you severely missed her presence and demand for her fast reply.

Then aside your mail to her, you also remembered about your written conversation with Ginny last night. It also sucked up quarter of your ink stock you brought from home.

"Awake there, vanity? I hope you didn't run into any trouble with McTwin."
That's her first two sentences. She wasted one big piece of blank clean paper just for those two brown-inked sentences and exhausted her owl for sending it here. But at least she's aware that she's sending a letter to the Slytherin's dorm. She gave you a nice, while not too common, fancy nick.

"I'm fix. Got your message. Sorry for making you do all that through the pair."
You replied just as short but still in the same paper and let the owl did the work. Global warming, people.
Then after a while the same bird came storming again.

"It's okay, they want to show you their latest invention anyway. I wish they didn't use it directly on you though?
And sorry for making you keep in contact with me like this, it almost feels like as if I'm forcing you to talk with me. You see I'm just a bit lonely here, but I do hope you want to keep our conversation via these."

"No, I'd be going to the ball with them otherwise. And don't mention it, I love talking to you more than my new pals here anyway. Except for Samantha Filia, that is. You know her? Even though she sometimes talk bitter about you Gryffs , in fact, she's actually very kind."

"I'm more than happy you got yourself a peer there. I thought they slam you around and stab you with knives, but perhaps with the fact that you're pureblood like them, I guess there's really no reason to. I know her, I've heard her name mentioned several times before by Ron. He thought she's too pretty to be in Slytherin.
Speak of the ball, it's almost 30th, Tournament's approaching. Got anyone to dance with?"

"So am I, and I'm still alive, proof's written. Well, I'm a bit twisted here cuz I don't really know the boys here yet and I don't really intend to go to the ball with a date myself. How's you?"

"You should go rake someone, you know. The Triwizard Tournament only occurs once in a very long while we're just lucky to be in the right period.
As for me, I still don't know yet. Seeing as I'm at my 3rd year, I'm still considered underage for the ball, but Neville did ask me to go with him though.. You know Neville Longbottom, didn't you? I don't know how it will end up; I'm honestly hoping to go with Harry, but I just can't pluck enough courage to ask him out. He's rejected several girls already."

"Ehh I don't know, maybe I'll work it out somehow later on.
And really?? Isn't he that round-faced clumsy goofy-looking boy with a to I know him. If he's invited you then I'm sure you're allowed to go to the ball then :)"

"I can read what you stroke haha. Trust me, you got that negative side of magnet on you. You could easily bait any guy to do your bidding in no time.
But, you know.. something's been bugging me these days. I hope it's just a mere rumor, but-


You really like Draco Malfoy? Like, some sort of crush?
Look, I'm sorry, but I just need to get a clearing because I thought you don't like him, but then I heard  you had a crush on him and that he holds the same feeling towards you. I got worried. Tell me it's not true?"

And there returns the gossip; it really has spread widely. You wonder who's behind all these rumors.
You're off to reply to explain things to her thoroughly but unfortunately Parkinson barged into the room last night before you could even write a word. You chanced to send your owl back to the Gryff's dorm though, to help tell your pen -or in this case, quill- friend it's not a good time for you to continue writing.

Then here you are, staring blankly at the unanswered letter. Reply it later, your mind tells you to procrastinate.
Sam woke up.

"Seems you've learned to maintain your sleep time." She yawned, which tempts you to do the same.

"You drank the alcohol last night, so the nub isn't in me. Let's just get ready and gild the breakfast."

She agreed.



"Watch out!"
A dry voice distracted you as you began to fall into your trance. For a moment there, you didn't realize you're just about to drop a bowl full of hot corn soup onto your own robe. You're too occupied with your own little mind, thinking about the tournament and who should you go out with. Gladly someone is there to slap you out of your half-conscious state and save your robe from being soaked in puddle of liquid, but if only it was someone who's at least, more beyond your expectation...

"What's up with you, go back to your room and get some more sleep. Look at your eyebags, they're expanding almost creating a panoramic look."

You're grateful for what he just did. But you can't just bring yourself to be friendly to him today.

"Get a mirror, you're growing some yourself." You grabbed a spoon to start eating. But you made another stupid mistake as the soup is far too steaming for your tongue. You quickly turned away from the table and spit it out as you hiss, Sam turned her head to you.

"He's right, Val. You tripped your feet twice on the stairs back at the common room and would probably had skated yourself onto one of the walls outside if Draco's not there to pull you. You sure you're okay?"

You gave another stroke to your scruffy eyes as you get back on the table. "I'm fine. Just a bit dead. What's in for lessons?"

"First two hours will be DADA. That's Defence Against Dark Arts for you."

That plasters a sore frown on your face already. You never really enjoy this subject since you're in the first year back at Agrias. You already had enough of Dark Arts from your weekly visits to Malfoy Manor and the other way around.

Then you heard some girls beside you starting to talk about the tournament again, which seemed to brought back a light to Sam's face, as she asked you,

"You don't go with Draco?"

"Samantha," you and Draco called at the same time with a menacing tone. Obvious is the answer that's gonna slide out of your mouths.

But you suppose it's about time you make a real move. Ginny got herself Longbottom, even Crabbe got to go with his mystery princess, and you heard Sam is going out with someone from Ravenclaw. The other Slytherin girls had each found their pairs too, as last resorts perhaps - you heard they had been put down flat on ground by Draco rejecting them. If you don't want to be considered a love criminal here in the house, you better fetch some good guys for yourself quick before every single one of them gone poof, leaving you only the oojahs.
You then observed around the table, side to side. No shining guys in sight. They're all either already taken, too fat, too skinny, too nerdy or too black. No offense or racism meant, they might be awesome to some, but they're just not in your list of glitters.

Knowing searching this table for a date is helpless, you shifted your sight to the other houses, but tried hard not to glance at the Gryffindors. There are suave ones out there, you admit some of them are even irresistible, but it seems like they're already taken too. Damn bitches nowadays are so fast.

Now the only one left you know who doesn't have any date yet is ..well. Draco. None of the girls had he accepted to go with.


..asking him out?
No, you can't possibly go with him. You don't like him, neither does he.

You sighed and went back to your food, giving up for the hunt when suddenly a girl pops up beside Draco. Her name tag made the corner of your mouth twitch.

"Dray hunny, we're definitely going to the ball, right?" Pansy cooed, which made you choke a bit. She eyed you with daggers before you could even notice, then back just as fast to Draco.

"No." He said flatly.

And there's this horror face she makes that almost made you choke again.

"What?" Her voice quivers in great disappointment and disbelief. "Why not??"

"Well, not with you."

"Then with who? I didn't remember you telling me there's anoth-"

Pansy stopped and shot a look at you again, more horrible and piercing than ever.
You know what's going on in her mind only by looking at her face, but you refuse to think that Draco's having the same thought.
As Pansy's stare began to look as though it'll shoot bullets out of it, Draco turned his head to you. You feel like something's bad gonna slam you in any second with both of them looking at you.

"You know I know what you know," He licks his lips scrumptiously.


"I'm going with Vallerie."


You felt like almost all of the Slytherins in the table immediately turned their heads to Draco as if he had said he ate his own father; some let out deep, dramatic gasps, others sat froze in their seat with jaws hanging and eyes wide.


"Are you out of your mind??" Your jaw dropped as well, letting your expression talks.

He replied in the same manner.

"Only if I have to."

"Stop this at once, Malfoy."

"Not before you agree to help me save myself from this."

He slides his eyes to Pansy who's currently in a state of shock, then reverts his sight back to you with puppy eyes. You humphed in stubbornness; that made his puppy eyes turn into a devilish one in a blink.

"OR I'll tell your parents and my parents that it was not our dogs who broke my mother's ostentatious silver vase." He smirked all happy and wickedly. "The pictures she had bought for almost a thousand Galleons and hundreds Sickles. The chandelier split into four pieces on the ground. The house-elf being beat down for almost telling. It was someone else. Not our dogs. Quite worrying havoc had she did, don't you think?"

That one well-minded guy- he still remembers something that happened over a year ago but he couldn't even remember his dogs' names.
"You're the one who made me trip," You gritted your teeth.

"You're the one who pulled me first, and you tripped because of the carpet, not me."

"You died my favorite gown in yellow and drew a gorilla on it with magical crayons."

"But you didn't forget about what you did to my robe, did you? You cut it into a size of a thong."

"You're the one who used my wand to stroke your dog's arse and clean the toilet manually..!"

"It's because you fiddled around my father's closet!"

"Stop giving each other disgusting looks!" Pansy broke up your intelligent silent conversation. Everyone's eyes are not less wider than before, every pair of them locked on the two of you interestingly and you glared at Draco.

If this is the way he wants you to act, at least for now, then you guess you have no choice but to help him out. Only for the sake of your safety back at home of course. You have too many secrets to hide from your step-parents.
Samantha throws you an excited look; so are Tracey, Daphne and the others. The giggly girls stared at you in disbelief.

"I know you're lying when you said you're not going with him." Sam playfully teased near your ear.

"What did you say just that, Draco?" Goyle, who's sitting nearest to him asked in behalf of the others.

"How often you clear your ears, really?" Draco replied hazily.

"So you're really going with Draco to the ball??"
"Vallerie, is that-?"

Seeing you all curled up and silent in the mass of people waiting for an answer, Draco then drew his hand out to the table, reaching yours.
And much to your surprise, he kissed it; making the crowd's getting even noisier and 'oh my god's echoing madly throughout the Hall. Some of the other houses are starting to peer curiously and gather round the table, peeking through shoulders as blows of whistles began to fill in between squeals and gasps.

"Yes. She's going with me."


This blonde..
..He's serious about this. And he even made you blush too.


"Seriously, Vallerie?!"
"You're going with him?? Say something!"


"I.."

You bit your lip awkwardly over the repetitive questions, sweat rains down your jaw.


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