“Hey, George!” I called. “Oh, hi, Sara.” He smiled. “I was wondering if maybe.. you would like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” I asked, trying to look nervous instead of sly. “What about Malfoy?” He asked. “We’re not doing very well. We just need some space for a bit. And if anyone can cheer me up, it’s George Weasley.” I now wore a hopeful look. “Ok, sure.” He said. “Great!” I grinned, walking away.
I’m so evil :)
The next day, I was at Three Broomsticks when Draco came storming towards me. “YOU’RE GOING TO THE YULE BALL WITH WEASLEY?” He yelled. “Yes, I’m glad you noticed.” I took a sip of my butterbeer casually. “How dare you?” He screamed. “How dare you?” I slashed, standing up. “You have hurt me, physically and emotionally! Never have you once comforted me! Never have you once told me you’ll always be there for me! Never have you once told me that you loved me! I’m starting to think you never did. In fact, I’m starting to think you don’t have a heart to love at all.” I splashed my butterbeer all over his hair, and walked away, filled with rage. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed close behind.