Secrets

21. Langlock

“So, any ideas who you’re taking for the Masquerade Ball?” Blaise asked, casting a glance around the Slytherin table.

“Not Pansy,” was Draco’s cryptic reply. “You?”

“I’ll probably have to go with one of the Ravenclaws, there are no attractive girls in our house at all, it seems,” Blaise replied, shaking his head in exasperation. “So, who’s this mystery girl?”

“Oh, she’s very… pleasing, in all aspects,” Draco grinned mischievously at his best friend.

“I can’t believe you won’t tell me who it is,” the black haired seventeen-year-old stared at the blond Slytherin incredously.

“You probably wouldn’t believe it anyway, considering she’s in…” Draco choked as the Langlock spell hit him, locking eyes with a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor who slipped her wand up her sleeve, shaking her head.

Sighing, Draco returned to his food. He had been warned, after all, not to tell anyone, and he was about to break the agreement. What bothered him was, how did she hear what they’d been discussing?

He never thought to glance underneath the table, where an Extendable Ear, straight from the Weasley twin’s joke shop, was slowly sliding across the floor in the direction of the Gryffindor table.