Harry stared at Ron and Hermione, gaping at the pair's interlaced fingers. "We're going to the ball together.!" Ron announced confidently, causing a scene of applause from the common room's occupants. Fred and George were the first to pipe up.
"Hermione, you can do so much better." They said simultaneously.
"Give him a break!" Hermione shoved them playfully. "I have to get everything set up for tomorrow."
"Girls and their accessories. The ball's in twenty-four hours!" Ron sniggered. Harry looked around, opening the canvas of the Fat Lady. "Ah, you again!" He whisper-shouted to the little, white ball of fluff. "Come on, Draco." He nudged it. "I know it's you," In the blink of an eye, A thin boy with soft platinum hair appeared, crouched down.
A/N
Sorry for the short chapter, just making some plot points.