Wren was furious as she woke up. All she could dream about was punching Pansy in the face and the terribly long detention with Lupin. She didn't want to learn about their next lesson yet. That ruined the surprise! She flung on her robes and tied her green and silver tie. "You know Snape.." it was Parkinson, of course them and Millicent shared a dormitory. "I'm not talking to anybody today." Wren announced, pulling out her potions book. "But Snape, I just wanted to say, there's no reason in you dating Draco anyway. He can't take you to Hogsmeade, you're too young." Pansy sent a twisted smile. "I don't care Pansy. He's just a boy. All they do is stupid, stupid, stupid. You'll never go to Hogsmeade with him either, he hates you." Wren replied calmly. Just then a knock sounded on the door. "Come in!" Millicent called. It was Theodore Nott.

"Hey girls, apparently we're supposed to be early for breakfast. So hurry! Don't use makeup or whatever!" He said urgently, before turning and leaving, as if seeing them longer would make him faint. "No MAKEUP?!" Pansy exclaimed. "He's crazy." Millicent agreed. "Whatever, I'm going." Wren stood and left, she didn't enjoy any makeup or anything, and wasn't worried about it. The Slytherin boys were shoving each other out the door. "Come on! Hurry up!" Someone called out. Theodore sighed. "Go you guys!" He shouted. Draco spotted Wren and walked over to her. "Hey, this is crazy. I wonder what's going on." He stated, looking around curiously. She huffed.

"Don't know, don't care." She replied. He raised his eyebrows. "Did someone smack you or something? What's with the attitude?" He asked. "You're not my dad, you don't need to ask about my attitude." She snapped. Suddenly Pansy snickered from behind them, which caused the pair to turn around. Pansy was applying a lipgloss and then smirked. "You see, Wren is sad she can't go to Hogsmeade." She said. "I don't give a fuck about Hogsmeade." Wren growled. Millicent approached. "She wants to go with-" Wren narrowed her eyes. "-A guy." Millicent gulped. Draco looked a little disgusted. "A guy? Wren how could you have found a guy in your first year?" He asked.

Theodore, who had been listening in snorted. "Draco, it's pretty easy to find a lover in your first year, you're just too hated to find a girl." He told him, being brutally honest. "Ouch." Draco simply replied with. Finally the Slytherin blockage flowed with students exiting. They made their way up the stairs and into the Great Hall, students were already taking seats. Draco grabbed Wren's arm and took her swiftly to the Slytherin table. "What in Merlin's name-?!" Draco seated her with him, they got sandwiched by Crab and Goyle. "Uhh Draco what is-" "You'll see." He cut her off. "K...?"

"Hello students. This is Albus Dumbledore, I'm sure you're confused. Today is the Partner Practice One." Whispers followed quickly. "The what?" Pansy asked. "I don't know, sounds weird." Some other Slytherin replied. "Students will practice for the winter ball, to attend you either must be a third year and up, or you got asked by a third year or up. Don't ask yet though, for now get off your seats and watch." Everyone slow and confused, got off the tables. When everyone was off Professors headed to each table and... "WINGAURDIAM LEVIOSA!" The tables flew to the air. McGonagal and Percy Weasley headed to the center. "We will now demonstrate the basic Wizard Waltz."

Whispers flooded the halls and Percy puffed out his chest with pride. "Place your hands like this-" McGonagal placed a hand in his hand and one on his shoulder. Percy placed a hand on her hip and the two looked over the bored crowd. "Now....." After McGonagal demonstrated it, they disbanded into groups of two, which of course would be a bit of a predicament for Draco. "Draco! Wanna dance? Plus if we learn the flow of each other, we could dance at the Winter Ball!" Pansy said, excitedly grabbing Draco's arm. "Y'know Draco..it's better to have your first dance with the girl you love, and practice with someone else..like me!" Millicent advised. He looked at the two girls.

"I don't want to dance with either of you, not now, or at the ball!" He snapped. Pansy stared in disbelief. "B-but I was gonna ask you to Hogsmeade afterwards..." she whined. Draco glared at them. "Both of you are clumsy, I'd never want to dance with you." He replied harshly. Wren sighed. "Draco, you could be nicer-" just then Severus Snape approached. "Wren I need to talk to you, come on." "What-I haven't got any practice-" "I said come on!"

-POV switch-

Moon was wondering who to dance with when the Weasley twins approached her. "Yknow, Hermione thinks Harry is less clumsy so Ron is free." Fred advised. Her face flushed. "And he isn't that bad of a dancer." George grinned. "And you'd get to look at his face the whole time." Fred smirked. The twins laughed and walked off. Just then Ron approached. "Hey Moon I don't have anyone to dance with." He sighed. "Sure." She shrugged, trying to stop blushing. The two got in the position and started practicing the footwork. "Oops!" Moon chirped as she accidentally stepped on Ron's foot. He snorted. "It's fine, doesn't hurt at all."

The two did their best but kept messing up and laughing it off. At one point Ron got bored and dipped her, wish made her extremely embarrassed to see his face so close to hers. He looked her in the eyes before smiling softly and lifting her to her feet. The practice went on for a while but Ron and Moon mostly stood at a table making fun of Hermione and Harry's dancing skills as they ate little chocolates and fruit.
"Y know Moon," Ron picked out a small milk chocolate and popped it in his mouth. "You're a great dancer." She choked on an orange slice and blushed. "Thanks.." She muttered. Harry and Hermione approached, breaking the moment.

"Harry you are truly a horrid dancer." Hermione scoffed, looking over the concessions. "You're the one who can't listen to me!" He snapped back, looking around the room. "You stepped on my foot eight times Harry. EIGHT." "That's alright, Harry probably won't get a date anyway." Ron joked. Just then Ginny Weasley approached unknowingly. She avoided eye contact with Harry, instead looking to her brother. "Are any of the drinks good? My throat is dry." Ron snorted. "Actually you have one chance." He said, looking at Harry, who rolled his eyes. "What?" Ginny asked, looking in between the boys. "Oh nothing Ginny, they're just being stupid." Hermione told her, pouring herself some cider.

-POV switch-

Professor Snape led his daughter to the empty Potions room. "What is this for?!" She snapped, wrenching her arm out of his grip. "I don't want you dancing with any of those ignorant boys." He growled. She stared at him in disbelief. "Oh wow, boys. So scary." She drawled sarcastically. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows. "I'm being serious Wren. You're not attending the Winter Ball." This time it was her turn to be pissed. "What?! Why not?! Everyone else is!" He sighed. "Boys at that age are beyond stupid alright? Prick is a word you could apply to most boys from eleven to seventeen, but dumb can be applied to them all." He said, his voice was laced with concern.

"How old are you?" She asked in annoyance. "33." He replied in confusion to the random question. (This was an estimate.) "So they're dumb from eleven through mid thirties." She corrected. He pinched his nose. "Oh whatever. My point is that you cannot in ANY circumstance stay up with a boy. A dance is where they get stupid as fuck and do stupid shit, I'd know." He seemed rather stressed. "Dad there's no alcohol, they're not gonna get drunk." She replied. "Thank Merlin, they don't need anything else to make them worse, okay? Boys, especially Slytherins, don't value others so when they fall in love they're too stupid to know what to do or-" "Draco. You're scared of me hanging out with Draco." She stated in shock. He clamped his mouth shut...

"To be honest Wren, yes."