A/N: My newest story, Or Should I Call You Cinderella? I know I usually try to dedicate my stories to someone, but like the 'I Love You' series and Once Upon A Time, this one isn't dedicated to anyone in particular. Just anyone who reads it!

Disclaimer: Surprise! I don't own it.

"Harry! There's going to be a ball!" A fiery red-head made her way to the Golden Trio, excitement in her eyes as she sat on her boyfriend's lap.

"Well Miss Ginerva, may I escort you?"

"Nope," Ron and Hermione's heads shot up from their homework with disbelief written on their faces. Harry looked hurt. The arm that had been snaking around her waist pulled back, useless.

"Silly, I'd love to go with you, but I can't," she tould him mournfully, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's a masquerade ball, so you won't know who I am. I'll still go with you though. See you at lunch." Giving him a quick kiss, she sauntered out the portrait hole.

"I'd better recognize her. Like I couldn't figure out who my own girlfriend is." Harry muttered, leaving his two friends as he followed Ginny.

"Hey, Hermione, are you - erm - going to…"

"Go to the ball? No, balls are stupid, don't you think?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes looking at him inquisitively.

From what Ron could remember, it was he who thought balls were stupid; in fact, the roles seemed reversed - Ron looking forward to it, Hermione thinking it was stupid.

"Um yeah - stupid," Ron was crushed. He had planned on asking her, even if it was masquerade. Gathering his books, he bid ado to her to go down to lunch, leaving her mystified at his strange behavior.

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"So've you asked her yet?" Ginny asked her brother who plopped in front of her at lunch.

"Gin, let him be. No matter what happened, we have to give him time." Harry reasoned. After taking a bite of Ginny's pudding, he looked at Ron.

"So, what did she say? Have you asked her yet?" Choking on her pumpkin juice, the younger girl slapped him on the arm.

"You filthy hypocrite! You aren't getting anything tonight." This time, it was Ron's turn to choke. Get your head out of the gutter Ron, Merlin. I meant kissing you bervert. Harry hasn't even seen my breasts."

"Felt 'em," harry muttered before his foot was crushed by Ginny's.

"So, what did she say?"

"Who?" Ron asked, playing dumb.

"Hermione, you dim-witted prat. What did the hell did she say?"

"What am I supposed to say?" Again, Ron choked on his food.

"Um, just a question that's been bugging me. It's already answered though."

When Ginny opened her mouth to speak, it was her turn to get her foot crushed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah Hermione, it was-" Ron stood up to leave, though he'd only taken a few bites. "It was nothing important." And with that, Ron swept out of the Great Hall.

"He's been acting liket his all day, avoiding me."

"I wonder why," harry muttered darkly.

"Harry James, shut up and go to the common room," Ginny told him stubbornly.

As Harry stood up to leave, Dean made the noise of a whip being cracked. Needless to say, he arrived in the Hospital Wing moments later with a bloody nose, Harry sporting sore knuckles.

"What were you saying?"

"Ron, he's been acting really eird lately."

"Well, did he ask you anything?"

"He asked me if I was going to the ball,"

"Are you positive that's what he asked?" Hermione sat, a blush creeping into her face. "Well, we don't have any classes for the rest of the day, so I'm going to help you."

"Ginny, no offense, but I don't think I need help with my homework." The fiery girl stood up with a sigh, taking her best friend's hand to drag her back to the Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm going to help you get ready for the ball. Man, the way Ron goes on about you, I could've swore you were smart." This time, the blush made it all the way to the roots of her bushy brown hair.

A/N: There's chapter one. If I get enough reviews, I'll put up chapter two today, otherwise it'll be sometime this week or next week. I've decided who I'm dedicating this story to, and I'll put it at the end of the story. Please review!

Lulu