Promises, Prom-Misses
Part I The Hogwarts Prom PrepSo the war was over and Hogwarts has been restored, so Headmistress McGonagall declared a ball to be held on the thirtieth of September. Anyone under fifth year was not to attend without a date fifth year or above. Naturally, Ginny and Dean were going together, while Harry was taking Cho, and Ron was taking Luna. The prom in a week, and Ron's mum sent him a new broom to celebrate his finding a date. He placed his hands gently over Luna's eyes and led her over to his Nimbusstick.
"Ta-Da!" he cheered, taking his hands off of her beautiful blue orbs. She blinked a few times and glanced over the broom.
"You know how to drive a stick shift?" she sung uncertainly. The redhead gave a sheepish grin.
"No, but I'm gonna learn, and then I'm gonna fly you to the prom in it." His date wrinkled her nose and pointed back to the majestic castle.
"But the prom is right over there." His face showed determination as he slid onto the broom and positioned his feet on the pedals. His hand grasped the shifter and he pulled it forward, finding it stopping abruptly every so often.
"I will drive you."
"Bye, Ronald!" she gave a little wave and skipped jollily back to Hogwarts.
"You want to learn to drive stick shift?" a strange Chinese man appeared, offering to help.
"Yes…" the teen said uncertainly.
"You wish me to teach you?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Then I will teach you to drive stick shift."
"Then I will move the tree off my car." '
Hermione was studying while Ginny played with Arnold the Pygmy Puff. The redhead was getting bored, so she exited the courtyard as Draco Malfoy was entering. The trio was actually sort of friends with him after he saved them from his Aunt, and after he killed Nagini for them.
"Hey," he greeted casually.
"Ew," she retorted, shoving past him. He rolled his eyes and plopped down across from Hermione.
"Hi."
"Hey," she said, not looking up from Arithmancy, year 7.
"So, I got a date for the prom." This got her attention and she closed the enormous volume, setting it beside her for later.
"Really? Who?" she slid to the edge of her seat in anticipation.
"Mandy Franklin." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a corner behind a bush.
"Mandy Franklin? You're not taking Make Out Mandy to the prom. Go cancel her!"
"But you said we should both ask other people so no one will suspect we're dating!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. Her dainty hand clasped over his lips as her brown eyes flickered around nervously.
"Shhh! Yes. But you're still not taking Mandy Franklin."
"Oh, so I need your approval on who I ask?"
"Absolutely!" He huffed, pouting like a little kid deprived of candy.
"Fine. But you need my approval on who you ask." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms around her chest.
"You're so irritating sometimes." Her puppy dog face was impossible for him to resist.
"Wanna go make out?" he asked cheekily.
"Yes," she grumbled, as he grasped her elbow and they ran out of the courtyard giggling.
Later that night, Cho was lounging, reading a muggle book titled Twilight. Harry came up and sat down beside her.
"Hey," she said, grasping his hand. He pulled a small gold box out of his jeans pocked and handed it to her. She eyed him suspiciously, and pulled open the top, revealing a heart shaped pendant. "Why'd you buy me this?" she admired it with mirth sparkling in her eyes.
"Cause, I…read the back," he said, grinding his teeth.
"I-it says I love you." She gave him a small smile, and clutched the gold heart guiltily.
Ron and the Chinese man who he learned was named Mr. Takato were standing next to his broom. The man handed him a square bowl.
"What's this?" the teen asked, a strange look on his face.
"A square bowl containing tuna fish, mayonnaise, and onion," Mr. Takato informed him.
"So what do you want me to do with it?"
"Mix it."
"Of course, how could I have been so stupid? Mix it." He picked up the wooden spoon and began to stir vigorously.
"Your right hand."
"Of course, my right hand." He switched the spoon to his other clammy hand and resumed mixing.
"Up, down, over, up, down." Ron moved the spoon as the teacher instructed, and continued for about two hours.
Prowling behind a bushy bush was two teens who were embarrassed to be dating. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were trying to find dates to the prom before it was too late.
"Oooh, what about her?" Draco asked, pointing to a blonde Barbie look alike 6th year.
"No way! She's way too pretty," Hermione retorted with a snort.
"Come on!" She put on a look of determination as her brown orbs flickered around the courtyard.
"If you're taking her…I get to take…Ooh! Him!" He followed her finger toward some hot shot lifting weights shirtless for a gaggle of giggling girls.
"You're not taking Shirtless Dave!" She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Okay…" her face twisted into that adorable expression that meant she was thinking hard about something. "Since we'll never agree on our own dates, why don't we pick each other's?" she suggested, halfheartedly.
"What, like you pick my date and I pick yours?"
"Yeah."
"Can I at least give you an idea of who I'd like to take?" Hermione nodded. "See those twins over there?" He indicated the Ravenclaw Crawford sisters who were brunette with electrifying blue eyes.
"Yes, which one do you want?"
"Both," he said sheepishly. She thumped him on the head before they stalked across the grass slowly.
"Stomp the grapes," Mr. Takato instructed, as he nibbled on the tuna fish that Ron had made. The redhead was standing ankle deep in a bucket of red grapes with his jeans cuffed up.
"Come on, when are you going to teach me how to drive a stick shift? All I've done so far is make you tuna fish salad in a square bowl and grape juice with my bare feet!" he screamed angrily, stomping the grapes with much vigor. Mr. Takato smiled, took a sip of the juice, and looked determinedly into Ron's blue eyes.
"You are ready." He led the boy to his broom, and Ron mounted, the Chinese teacher behind him. "Stomp the grapes. Stir the tuna." Ron, being the thick head he is, looked around for a fisherman eating grapes, but then after ten minutes, a sliver of light cracked through the dark, dank, cobwebby place that is Ronald Weasley's thinkin' contraption. He placed his hand on the gearshift, and began to stir the tuna. His foot began stomping the grape pedals, and they whooshed off, hysterically laughing. From their pockets they produced bananas, and began chomping grotesquely away at the soft yellow mushballs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" Cho's best friends Marietta and Louanne screeched, clutching the necklace.
"Why aren't you happy with this?" Marietta complained, looking exasperated.
"Yeah, a boy, Harry Potter, no less, just gave you a necklace and said I love you at the same time!" Louanne groaned in agreement.
"I know what this is. You're in I love you shock."
"Oh yeah, I read about that in Witch Vogue Weekly." The two blonde girls' flicked open a magazine as Cho fled the room. She casually stalked down to the Student Lounge, throwing darts lazily at a dartboard of balloons.
"You know, they're not gonna pop," Harry said dryly, coming up beside her.
"Oh, hey," she replied, eating a piece of popcorn.
"So, wanna break up?" he said it way too fast and she really didn't understand.
"Huh?"
"Don't make me say it again, it wasn't that easy the first time." Cho sighed, and fumbled with the golden charm. "C'mon, Cho, what's wrong?"
"I'm not sure, I still have to figure it out." Harry got up, and kissed her cheek one more time as she handed him the necklace back.
"Keep it." He gave it back and walked away, She sighed, disappointed, yet relieved.
"Go on, ask her!" Quinn all but yelled, pushing Draco toward his long time stalker Pansy Parkinson. Hogwarts' resident creeper.
"Oh, hi, Draco," she said way too casually. He glanced back at Hermione, and she crossed her legs, waving him closer.
"Hey, so you got a date to the prom?" he asked stiffly.
"Well…No." he looked around awkwardly.
"So, would you like to go to the prom with me?"
"Yes…YES! YES! YES!" she screeched and threw her arms around him. Hermione smiled at him guiltily over Pansy's shoulder. The pug-like blonde ran away yelling "Mrs. Pansy Malfoy!" The Slytherin boy walked back to his girlfriend, with a smirk plastered on his face. He took a sip of her pumpkin juice, and peered over at her.
"So, let's talk about your prom date!"
An hour later, the bookworm stood awkwardly in front of the midgety Dennis Creevy, Creepy Creevy's younger brother.
"Would…you like to go to the prom with me?" she asked, squelching her nose up tight. He took a hackin' big bite of a pear and shrugged.
"Alright, but only because you're my brother's stalkee's friend," he said and walked away.
"Oh, thanks," she said to no one, walking angrily back to her dorm.
If anyone can guess where this idea sprang from, a special prize for you. Wink wink. Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how many lonely hours I spend in my room plotting the theft of Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, and Harry Potter. Maybe Ron for comedy purposes.
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