Story 10 of 'boys' series! By Rosamundisch
A short one! Just thought I should tie off loose ends… just to end this whole series before spinning off with all the relationships made throughout the series! (I also take requests… if there is a ship you want me to write about I would love to!) So no story of the actual ball (is there really anything much to write about…. Just dancing!), but a little story here just to include it :D I am going to put the whole story on as a whole as im thinking to myself that it must be quite irritating to have it all in separate stories…. Sorry! Please review follow favourite etc! your criticism is much appreciated!
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To be honest, for most students, the ball was a let-down. Every person had gone through enough drama to fill a whole series of a reality TV show, and it had all been for the one evening, and that one evening was just a couple of hours of dancing awkwardly in front of teachers… and who even knew how to ballroom dance?!
Parvarti had enjoyed herself partially at the beginning; she was the date of a champion, and thus she and harry were one of the first couples to dance, and she loved the attention – It was one of the only moments people were watching her, and she was the special one, as opposed to her brainy sister Padma or her pretty friend Lavender. Yet the rest of the night was sitting there watching everyone else twirl around with their dates, whilst Harry and Ron discussed solemnly how awful their lives were.
Padma had an even worse night than Parvarti by far. Ron had spent the whole of the night gazing at Hermione, and ignoring Padma completely. Although Padma had no interest in Ron (she was roped into being Ron's date so that her sister could be Harry's date), she felt second best, and embarrassed to be the date of someone who was blatantly in love with someone else.
Hermione had one of the worst nights of her life. Everyone had complimented her and her dress, her and her date, her and her amazing hair (Ginny and Luna had wrestled it into an elaborate ringletty twist), yet her evening had been more awkward than anything (and that is saying something, hung out with Ron Weasley…). After all, she was the brightest witch of her age spending the whole night with someone who barely spoke English, didn't care about anything other than quidditch and looks, and whose permanent facial expression was mouth open, blank eyes and generally stupid looking. Also, although he was a sweetie pie, she couldn't help but feel that he took her to get dirt on his competitor, Harry Potter. Whether this was the truth, or her just being paranoid (I mean why would anyone ask her out?!), she would never know.
Ginny may not have had a particularly hunky date. He also might not have been the best dressed, the most prepared, or the best dancer. But to her, it was one of the best nights she'd ever had. He was charming, polite, and generally a sweetie pie throughout.