There's a lot of great things about Hogwarts, I mean, I really do love the place, and my first three years were great, but something really bad happened forth year that sorta spoiled it for me.
The Yule ball.
I mean who in there bloody minds thought up such a load of bollocks? Seriously? First they cancel quidditch, then they make us all go to some sort of dance where seventeen year-old hunch backed, square headed, stupid named, Bulgarians can ask out innocent fourteen year-olds.
Uh, gonna put in here that I didn't go out with this Bulgarian, I do happen, to ahem, be a guy, a STRAIGHT guy. I was talking about my... Friend, best friend, best FEMALE friend. Hermione.
And now after that whole bloody ordeal, they're doing it again. I got a little bloody pink flyer that read:
Valentine Ball,
Takes place the night of valentines,
Forth years and up are invited to a night of romantic fun,
If a younger student is invited by a forth year or up, then they may also attend,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Well, it didn't actually say "blah, blah, blah," But you get the gist.
So now I sit here on my bed sorting out my Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, wondering how the hell I'm gonna get out of this one.
"Ron, d'you hear about the Valent-" Harry interrupted, pulling the curtains back from my bed.
"Yes, and I'm not going," I said annoyed. Harry made a face.
"Why not? You already have a date." I gaped at him. I had a date? Who? I never asked anyone, and no one ever asked me....
"No I don't," I said utterly confused.
"Ron, don't tell me you already forgot," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah," Seamus said walking in with Dean, they had both been obviously eavesdropping.
"You haven't forgotten," Dean and Seamus put on these very stuck-up faces and said in high shrill voices, "Ask me first last night, and not as a last resort!"
I hate blushing, it's really not very masculine at all, and everyone takes it to mean that I'm... Smitten. Which I will say I'm most certainly NOT
They all double over in laughter.
"Ha. Ha. You guys know that's not what she meant, she just meant..." I trailed off, I hadn't exactly figured out WHAT she'd meant yet, but I was almost positive it wasn't that she ACTUALLY wanted me to ask her out.
"Oh, seriously Ron, what else could she have meant?" Dean asked. I shrugged.
"You know how girls are, they have little hidden messages in everything," I said feeling very superior in the knowledge of women.
"I don't think that one HAD a hidden message," Harry said seriously.
"Oh, come on Harry, Mione loves hidden messages, besides she wouldn't ever say straight out-...Why are you guys looking at me like that?" I asked nervously. I knew something bad was coming and tried to think back over my words.
'Oh come on Harry,' no nothing in there that would give me that look, 'Mione loves hidden messages-'
"You called her MIONE," Harry said grinning, Dean and Seamus erupted in bloody laughter again. I got that hot feeling in my cheeks again.
"It's just because Hermione is so bloody long, I got tired of saying it all," I sputtered.
"Ron. You. Fancy. Her. Ask .Her. To. The. Ball." Harry said saying each word clearly and slowly.
"Harry. I. Do. Not. And. I. Will. Not. Ask. Her." I replied equally as stubborn. Harry turned then and did something I totally didn't expect. He went to his trunk and pulled out money. A LOT of money.
"Fifty galleons, ask her out and you'll get fifty galleons," Harry said seriously.
Have I ever mentioned that I come from a poor family? And that I've had fifty galleons in my possession at one time about twice in my entire life?
"Fine. It's stupid, she's gonna laugh at me, but I'll do it."
And so that's why right now I'm standing here right outside the library mentally kicking my own arse and wondering why the hell I get so nervous around Mione lately?
The Yule ball.
I mean who in there bloody minds thought up such a load of bollocks? Seriously? First they cancel quidditch, then they make us all go to some sort of dance where seventeen year-old hunch backed, square headed, stupid named, Bulgarians can ask out innocent fourteen year-olds.
Uh, gonna put in here that I didn't go out with this Bulgarian, I do happen, to ahem, be a guy, a STRAIGHT guy. I was talking about my... Friend, best friend, best FEMALE friend. Hermione.
And now after that whole bloody ordeal, they're doing it again. I got a little bloody pink flyer that read:
Valentine Ball,
Takes place the night of valentines,
Forth years and up are invited to a night of romantic fun,
If a younger student is invited by a forth year or up, then they may also attend,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Well, it didn't actually say "blah, blah, blah," But you get the gist.
So now I sit here on my bed sorting out my Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, wondering how the hell I'm gonna get out of this one.
"Ron, d'you hear about the Valent-" Harry interrupted, pulling the curtains back from my bed.
"Yes, and I'm not going," I said annoyed. Harry made a face.
"Why not? You already have a date." I gaped at him. I had a date? Who? I never asked anyone, and no one ever asked me....
"No I don't," I said utterly confused.
"Ron, don't tell me you already forgot," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah," Seamus said walking in with Dean, they had both been obviously eavesdropping.
"You haven't forgotten," Dean and Seamus put on these very stuck-up faces and said in high shrill voices, "Ask me first last night, and not as a last resort!"
I hate blushing, it's really not very masculine at all, and everyone takes it to mean that I'm... Smitten. Which I will say I'm most certainly NOT
They all double over in laughter.
"Ha. Ha. You guys know that's not what she meant, she just meant..." I trailed off, I hadn't exactly figured out WHAT she'd meant yet, but I was almost positive it wasn't that she ACTUALLY wanted me to ask her out.
"Oh, seriously Ron, what else could she have meant?" Dean asked. I shrugged.
"You know how girls are, they have little hidden messages in everything," I said feeling very superior in the knowledge of women.
"I don't think that one HAD a hidden message," Harry said seriously.
"Oh, come on Harry, Mione loves hidden messages, besides she wouldn't ever say straight out-...Why are you guys looking at me like that?" I asked nervously. I knew something bad was coming and tried to think back over my words.
'Oh come on Harry,' no nothing in there that would give me that look, 'Mione loves hidden messages-'
"You called her MIONE," Harry said grinning, Dean and Seamus erupted in bloody laughter again. I got that hot feeling in my cheeks again.
"It's just because Hermione is so bloody long, I got tired of saying it all," I sputtered.
"Ron. You. Fancy. Her. Ask .Her. To. The. Ball." Harry said saying each word clearly and slowly.
"Harry. I. Do. Not. And. I. Will. Not. Ask. Her." I replied equally as stubborn. Harry turned then and did something I totally didn't expect. He went to his trunk and pulled out money. A LOT of money.
"Fifty galleons, ask her out and you'll get fifty galleons," Harry said seriously.
Have I ever mentioned that I come from a poor family? And that I've had fifty galleons in my possession at one time about twice in my entire life?
"Fine. It's stupid, she's gonna laugh at me, but I'll do it."
And so that's why right now I'm standing here right outside the library mentally kicking my own arse and wondering why the hell I get so nervous around Mione lately?