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"Who are you going to the Yule Ball with, Harry?" Her whining voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Myrtle!" Harry exclaimed. "He could see her reflection in the mirror peering over the edge of the toilet. "What are you doing in the boys bathroom." Harry demanded.
"I like to stop in every now and then to see if that sensitive boy from last year has come back, but of course he never does!" Myrtle sighed.
"Draco is a murdering prat, Myrtle, he needless to say, has been expelled." Harry said between grit teeth. "And who I'm going with to the Ball is none of your concern!" He said still seething.
Myrtle gave a scream, and slammed back into the toilet, splashing Harry with it's contents.