A/N: sup everyone. So, this is my first HGRW fic so please, don't be too harsh. Remember to R&R : )

Disclaimer: roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue. (I took that from someone…I just can't remember who)

The masquerade ball

It was a cold, Tuesday morning at Hogwarts, and Hermione sat on the Gryffindor table nibbling on a piece of toast as she usually did every morning. Then, quite suddenly, Dumbledore got to his feet.

"Good morning, everyone," he said "You may be wondering why I am speaking right now. Well, I would just like to announce that this year, on Halloween, there will be a masquerade ball for all the fifth year students and older."

The juniors whined.

"Now, now. You may dress up as whatever or whoever you want, just as long as you put a mask over your face, your eyes at least. That is all." Dumbledore said.

Hermione groaned as she stood up. She was positive that she would have to plan the ball with ferret face and all the prefects…ah well, she'd live—at least Ginny was a prefect.

As she ambled out of the Great Hall, Ginny hurried up to her.

"Hey 'Mione, isn't it exciting? A masquerade ball!" Ginny squealed.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but there'll be so much planning, and I don't even know what I'm going to dress up as." She complained. "All that planning with bloody ferret face…"

Ginny laughed and said, "Well, that's what I'm for, silly!"

Hermione watched the enthusiastic girl exit the hall, sighed, and decided that she should get to class too.

She entered the Charms classroom and sat down in her usual spot which was next to Ron. Professor Flitwick came in and straight away climbed on top of the heavy tomes of books.

"Settle down everyone, settle down. Now, today we will be learning a colour changing charm. The chant is coloro vicissitudo," he said, the incantation appearing on the board behind him with a simple flick of his wand. "You must think of the colour you want while you are saying the spell, otherwise, it won't work."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand as he said the incantation and almost instantly, the floor turned a shocking shade of orange. Everyone gasped and started whispering as Professor Flitwick muttered, "Finite," and the floor changed back to its original colour.

"Now, I want every one to partner up and we can try practising the charm." He squeaked.

Hermione partnered up with Ron, while Harry (with some unnoticeable reluctancy) partnered up with Neville. Everyone said the incantation, but very few managed to change the colour of something of their partner's.

"Coloro vicissitudo," said Hermione briskly.

Ron's hair changed from the usual orange to a dark shade of brown.

Ron blinked thinking the incantation didn't work—highly unusual for Hermione. He looked down at his robes; they were still black with the red lining. He checked his uniform shirt; still white. He looked at his pants and shoes; they were still grey and black. He looked around with a puzzled look on his face.

"I've always wondered what you'd look like as a brunette." Said Hermione trying to stop herself from smirking.

Realisation dawned on Ron and he touched his hair.

"You changed the colour of my hair? Blimey, it's a shame I can't see it." Ron said, frowning.

Hermione laughed, "To tell you the truth, brown doesn't suit you at all, you look better with orange hair. Finite,"

Ron sighed and said "Ok then, my turn. Coloro vicissitudo."

At first nothing happened, but when Hermione showed Ron the correct hand movements and he tried it again, Hermione's robes became multi-coloured.

Ron instantly doubled over in laughter and fell on the floor while Hermione huffed and folded her arms.

When Ron regained his composure and had said the counter-charm, he said, "You can't blame me 'Mione, you looked so funny."

"I did not look funny! I looked like Joseph in his techni-coloured dream coat minus the beard!" She cried.

Ron looked at her puzzlingly.

"Who's Joseph? And what's this 'techni-coloured dream coat'?" He asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Oh don't worry Ron, it's a muggle play."

Ron nodded and they carried on practising. Soon, the bell rung and everyone filed out of the classroom.

As they walked to their next class, Hermione couldn't stop wondering as to whether Ron was going to ask her to the ball. It was partly because he kept looking at her like he wanted to ask something, but also partly because she had liked Ron since fifth year.

They entered the class and throughout the lesson, she half listened, half wondered.

Hi everyone.

Well, that's the end of the first chapter, I'm so sorry that it's really short, it's just that I've sorta got writer's block so I can't think of the storyline properly.

Lotsa luv

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