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Need a date for Slughorn's party.

I find one helpfully leads to the other.

Mind out of the gutter, mate. You want to go with me to Slughorn's party? Be my date? But you don't fit my description for a date; unless you're keen on wearing a dress.

Everybody will be wearing robes, regardless of gender, Potter.

Can't I be concerned with what's underneath those robes?

Don't answer that.

Seriously now. Who are you taking?

Since you appear to be off the cards, perhaps I shall go all on my lonesome and stand sadly in a corner, wearing robes with nothing under them.

Just a thought.

Think you scarred my mind.

Shall I kiss it better? ...you know, taken literally, that would actually be pretty gross.

Absolutely disguting. But my mind's not as filthy as yours tend to be.

On another note --

This isn't me asking you out on a date. But I've got tickets to go watch a Muggle concert. I gather you must be bored since you're talking to me. Want to go?

[He almost looked surprised for the most briefest of moments before it was erased by the smile.]

On a not-date to see dancing, singing Muggles? You ask the sweetest things, Potter.

They're a... rock band actually. There won't be any dancing. Probably just a lot of head banging. Do you dance?

I dance superbly. You, if recollection serves me right, dance endearingly like a legless hippogriff.

Yes, I have two right legs. I don't think I'd ever get drunk enough to dance again. Ever.

Yes, I do believe I will accompany you to this concert of yours, Potter; thank you.

Great. I'll let you know when it's time go. I've got to finish my homework first, and then there's Quidditch practice and detention.

You have detention again? What do you do with yourself, Potter?

I don't do anything. Trouble finds me.

Have you considered investing in a case of handy disguises?

Handy disguises?

Hats. Wigs. Fake beards. Slinky dresses.

How's that supposed to help me avoid detention?

Oh. You mean, trouble?

You don't think I'd get into loads of trouble wearing a slinky dress? Are you mad? They'd think I was perverted.

Imagine you are a Professor, trying to give you detention. You burst out of the classroom after that rotter, Potter, a victim of alliteration if ever there was one, only to find a bearded lady in a slinky dress and top hot. Would you have the wherewithal to bring her in for detention?

A bearded lady? Right.

Detention's not too bad. At least, not this time round. I'll get to spend some time with Hagrid even.

Don't you ever get into trouble?

I don't get caught, no.