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Chapter 5: Fire and Firewhiskey

Danielle had no intention to go to the Yule Ball with George Weasley. As a matter of fact she was hoping that Harry would ask her, but as the dance was quickly approaching and George had been willing to ask her, she decided to go for it. After all, he was rather charming, and Ginny had kept pushing her to ask someone.

Harry’s face when Danielle had said that she was going out with George was heart breaking. Truth was that Danielle had expected that he had asked someone else by now. Hermione wasn’t happy about the situation, but she forgot all about it when Ron had asked her to the dance during dinner that night. Hermione version of the way he asked her was a little different than Danielle remembered.

“Did you see how nervous he was about asking me? That means he really likes me right?” Hermione gushed to Ginny and Danielle in the common room later that night. Ginny just rolled her eyes. The real story is that Ron stumbled in the Great Hall after Quidditch practice, covered head to toe in mud and dirt, and blurted out if she wanted to go to the Yule Ball with him. Than he sat down and began to stuff his face with bread pudding.

“Yeah, he really was rather romantic wasn’t he Danielle?” Ginny said sarcastically.


“Oh you betcha” she replied. Hermione was too engaged in her story to notice the sarcasm in both the girls’ voice.


“So about that summer internship you were talking about earlier…” Hermione said a couple of minutes later.

“What?” Danielle asked. She had completely forgotten about her fake summer internship with Snape. “Oh right, well I don’t know about that anymore.” She lied. She didn’t want to talk about her encounter with Draco. The girls just did not understand her relationship with him. Its not that she liked him or anything, but she also didn’t hate him either. It wasn’t a friendship though. It was complicated.

Draco’s POV

Draco sat in the Slytherin common room alone. The roaring fireplace and his thoughts were his only companions. He had made a complete fool of himself by asking Danielle to the dance with him. And even worse, he was shot down…again. He heard Pansy Parkinson talking to some friends about how Danielle was supposedly dating George Weasley, or as he liked to call him Tweedle Dumb.

Now he was left with no other option than to ask Pansy to the dance with him. He would much rather not go, but that would make him look like an oaf.

As he gazed into the fire his thoughts began to wander back to his family. He missed his mother. He would never admit this out loud of course, but it was true. Draco Malfoy was a mammas boy. His mother, much unlike his father, was sweet and caring. He had no idea what she saw in his father. Perhaps they were forced together at one point, or maybe they had once been in love, but Draco wished that his mother would leave his father once and for all.

His thoughts were interrupted when Crabbe and Goyle came parading back into the room followed by Blaise. He did not want to deal with them right now. Before any of them could say anything he got up and shoved past them into the corridor. He knew that he was not supposed to be out of bed, but he really did not care at the moment. Draco knew he had to go somewhere where he could gather his thoughts. He quickly remembered a room that was fit for the seekers needs. He remembered the room of requirement…


 After listening to both of Hermione and Ginny’s stories of how their dates had asked them about a million times, Danielle decided that she needed to clear her mind.

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom.” She said, but neither girl seemed to notice when she slipped out of the door and into the Hogwarts hallways. She walked down the empty corridors with hopes that Filch and his annoying cat wouldn’t find her. She didn’t know the castle well enough to know a good place to hide and think. Danielle walked up and down the same corridor about a million times to no avail. After what seemed like the tenth time of pacing, Danielle noticed a door that hadn’t been there before. She looked around the corridor and swore she could Mrs. Norris approaching fast. Danielle quickly slipped into the door and closed it quietly so that the cat wouldn’t hear. When she turned around she was surprised to see that the room she was in was pretty much exactly what she had wanted.

The room was large and empty, except for a roaring fireplace and couple of end tables and chairs. It was almost like the Gryffindor common room, except somehow it felt different. On one of the end tables she noticed that there was a bottle of firewhiskey with the top off.

'Someone’s here’ she thought to herself. Instead of leaving like her instincts told her to, she stayed still and looked around to see if she could spot anyone. No one seemed to be in the room with her. She began to walk towards the inviting fireplace and a nice comfy leather chair when she heard what sounded like sobbing. She stopped dead in her tracks.

The noise was coming from the chair opposite the one that she was going towards. The back of the chair was facing her so she couldn’t make out who occupied it. All that was visible was the top a very blonde head.

Suddenly it hit Danielle like a badly done spell. Draco Malfoy was sitting in that very chair. But again instead of leaving, something told her to stay. Danielle ventured forward towards the empty seat. She heard the sobbing stop and Draco’s head peak out from behind the chair. He was holding a half empty glass of the liquor that came from the bottle. He looked angry, but at the same time he seemed like he needed someone to talk to.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked with a bit of a slur.

“I was looking for a place to clear my mind. This door seemed to appear out of nowhere.” She said.

“That’s because you found the room of requirement. It appears when a person needs something or somewhere to go.” He said.

“So that means you needed a place to think also. Did you supply the firewhiskey or did the room do that too?” she asked as she sat down in the empty chair across from Draco’s. Another empty glass appeared next to her but she did not take it.

“That was me.” He said with a vacant expression.

“So is there a reason you needed to get away?” she asked

“People. People are the reason that I needed to get away.” He stated simply.

Draco expected Danielle to look confused or to ask if he was crazy, but instead she nodded with understanding.

“Yeah I know what you mean.” She said simply.

“Oh do you now?” Draco asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, I mean everyone talking about who they are taking to the Yule Ball and what they are wearing. It gets sickening. Besides, all Hermione wants to talk about is if I am up to date on my homework. It gets a bit annoying. I don’t know if you know this about her, but she can be a bit of a know-it-all.” She said with a sigh of exasperation.

Draco laughed. Danielle looked taken aback, but soon she joined in his laughter.

"Look Draco, I wanted to say that I’m sorry for earlier. About what I said to you about the dance. I shouldn’t have assumed that you were going to ask me.” She finished as she poured herself a small glass of the firewhiskey and gulped it back without a wince.

Draco just stared at her. He should have been furious that she was making a fool out of him, apologizing to him for trying to ask her to the dance. But instead he couldn’t get one thing off of his mind.

“You called me Draco.” He said

Danielle looked confused.

“That is your name right?” she said

“Yes but…no one calls me that except for my mother and…Pansy” he said her name with a grimace.

“Oh sorry, is that a bad thing?”

“No it’s just that, I thought everyone hated me because of what my father does and because they all think I am destined to be a death eater.”

“Draco just because your father is a death eater doesn’t mean that you are bad too. Everyone has a little bad in them, but they have some good in them too.” Danielle said with a warm smile.

Draco began to smile back, but then he stopped. “We should get back to bed before Filch catches us.” He said plainly.


“Yeah good idea.”

Draco downed the rest of his whiskey and headed for the door. He had his hand on the door when the sound of Danielle’s voice stopped him.

“I would have said yes.” She said

“What?” he asked

“To the dance, I would have said yes, if George hadn’t already asked me.”


Without a word Draco smiled to himself and snuck quietly out the door.

Deep down inside Danielle knew that what she had said was a lie. She couldn’t be seen with Draco at the dance. But she knew that she had wanted to go with him. It was all just so…complicated.



Yay! An update for y’all! So sorry it’s been forever, but I have no excuse except laziness. I guess you could say I was inspired to write again after seeing the new movie. Well reviews would be splendid!

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