How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days

How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days

Prologue

You walked into the party, like you were walking onto a yacht,

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye,

Your scarf it was apricot,

You had one eye on the mirror as, you watched yourself gavotte,

And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner.

~You're So Vain, Carly Simon.

There was still time, Draco Malfoy told himself as he strolled down the corridors of Hogwarts, his icy blue eyes examining everyone whom he saw. He knew he could have anyone he wanted. He didn't need to worry about getting himself a date for the Leaving Ball until a few days before it was due to take place. He was, however, keeping a look out for any cute girls (or boys, he wasn't fussed) that could be a potential date. His exams had finished the day before and he, and the other seventh year Students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, now had twelve exam free days until their Leaving Ball. They had no lessons; they could do whatever they liked.

Draco entered the Great Hall and strolled across to the Slytherin Table where he sat down opposite Pansy and Millicent. They were in deep discussion over whom they were taking to the Ball. Draco almost snorted as he heard Millicent tell Pansy that Crabbe was a 'good catch'.

"Draco, who are you taking to the ball?" Pansy asked suddenly, her attention turning to him.

Draco shrugged, "Don't know."

"The Ball is only a week away, there is no way you could get a date this late."

Draco smirked at her, "Pansy, I could not only get a date but I could also make them fall madly in love with me before the Ball."

"I call your bluff," Pansy replied.

"How about we have a wager on this? You pick someone out for me, and I promise that they will be madly in love with me when I bring them to the Ball."

Pansy laughed and lent forward, "Anyone?"

"Anyone," Draco flashed a smile at her.

"Ok, how much?"

"100 Galleons?"

"And we can pick anyone? No matter the gender?"

"No matter the gender."

"You have yourself a deal."

Pansy spat on her hand and held it out to Draco who copied her movements and took it.

"We'll tell you tomorrow who we have chosen."

Draco shrugged and began to eat his dinner with a secret grin, that 100 Galleons already had his name on it.

* * *

"Come on, Hermione, leave it alone!" Harry Potter groaned at his two best friends as he strolled ahead of them, trying to put distance between them.

"I don't see why you won't come to the Leaving Ball. Everyone will be there, and it's a good way to say goodbye to everyone," Ron pointed out.

"And also, it's a way to celebrate the end of the war."

Harry spun round and glared at her. He wanted to yell but thought doing so in the middle of the Great Hall was not a good idea.

It was true, the war had ended during the Christmas holidays when most of the students had gone home and Voldemort attacked. The Order had been ready for the attack, and had defended the school. Harry had led Voldemort away from the school and down, deep into the Chamber of Secrets. No one, part from Harry, knew what had happened down in the Chamber on Christmas Day. Harry had just informed them that Voldemort was dead and he then refused to say anything else on the matter.

Harry settled for glaring angrily at his friend before he stormed off to the Gryffindor Table where he ate his dinner in silence.

* * *

"I heard tell," Pansy began as she and Millicent walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, "that Harry Potter isn't going to the Leaving Ball."

"So?"

"Are you just thick?" Pansy asked with an evil grin. "Harry Potter is an easy ticket to our 100 Galleons. If he doesn't want to go the Ball, then Draco won't be able to win."

"Isn't that cheating?"

"We are Slytherin, things like that don't matter."

TBC...