Created by Adam Spunberg & Shylah Addante
Designed by Sam Cushion
"Go get the Ring!" Hermione had requested of you. Actually, commanded you was more like it, and she did it with such disdain. You wanted to remind her of the days when pure-blood families -- like the Malfoys -- would give orders to muggleborns like her (you might have called her mudblood before, but you've erased that hateful word from your vocabulary). But more than anything, you wish she wouldn't talk to you like you're a piece of dirt.
"I'm on your side now," you shot back. It's possible you sneered the way you always do, but what did she expect? You have a reputation to keep up, and old habits take a long time to get over. This whole "being good" thing has gotten you so mixed up, you even started ordering Cormac around like he was Crabbe since they're both morons.
Cormac didn't take nearly as kindly to it. "Wait until my father hears of this!" he shouted angrily.
"You wait until my father hears about this!" you roared back.
"Shut up, both of you," Hermione lectured in that know-it-all way you so despise -- and secretly like. "If my father hears about this," she added, "he'll perform root canals on both of you, without anesthesia."
That killed the room. And to make matters worse, Hermione was the one who campaigned for Pansy to go with you, a girl who will stop at nothing to get in your pants. You thought maybe being thrown into an Arena where you were supposed to brutally murder each other might soften her crush, but if anything, she seems more determined than ever to win your heart.
Fortunately, Fleur was also chosen to accompany you on your quest for The Ring, which should help balance things out. You've always liked stealing a few glances at those heavenly cheekbones of hers, even if she's fraternized too much with the Weasleys. Perhaps you can show her why silver-haired guys make better companions than filthy gingers.
"So where are we going, Draco?" Pansy asks, her eyebrows lifting slightly, as if attempting to flirt.
"Malfoy Manor," you answer matter-of-factly.
"Oh, Draco!" she exclaims. "I'd love to see the bedroom where you grew up."
On second thought, maybe you ought to go elsewhere. Somewhere far far away from there, because you wouldn't touch this chick with a 10-foot wand.
"We could go for the element of surprise," you suggest. "Would anyone expect us to go to 4 Privet Drive?"
"Zat iz a good idea," Fleur adds in support, "but zey both make sense. C'est tres difficile!" That French accent certainly is cute.
A.) Go to Malfoy Manor?
B.) Go to 4 Privet Drive?