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"This can't be happening!" groaned Natasha. "All these years of keeping my lips pure are going to waste!!
"Don't worry; Dumbledore never specified who the kisses were from." said Alice, who had recently befriended Natasha.
"That is true…maybe I won't have to kiss those losers at all!" said Natasha hopefully.
"BLAAAAAAA GRAAAAAAA SNAAAAAAA!!!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!!!" bellowed Cato, running up to them in the hallway.
"I IS ANGRY!!!!!!!!! I HEARD A RUMOR THAT BELLA IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO KISS AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!!!!!" he yelled.
"Oh, shut up." said Clove, swatting him in the head with her homework. "Everything makes you angry these days."
Just then, Bella ran up to Cato and threw her arms around him, tearing his shirt in the process.
"My Love!" she squealed.
"MY SHIRT!!!!" shouted Cato angrily. He pushed Bella away, and then stormed off.
"Hey Cato!" said Peeta. "I'm excited for this 'Fall Ball'. To bad we can't really do anything here. You know, because we're not wizards."
"AAAAARRRRGGHHH!!!!!!! YOU MAKES ME ANGER!!! said Cato, storming off.
Peeta simply shrugged this off, and headed over to Natasha, Alice, and Katniss; who had apparently formed sort of a group recently.
"Hey guys." he said. "What's up?"
"Not much. Apparently 'Bella's Kisses' are the prize now, not mine." said Natasha.
"Oh, Katniss…I wish your kisses were the prize…" Peeta said dreamily.
"Umm..Ew?" said Katniss.
4
"So, Potter, the grand prize is Bella Swan." said Draco Malfoy to his rival, Harry Potter.
"Aww…I was hoping that it was you sister, Malfoy…that sucks..." replied Harry sadly.
"Don't you lay a filthy finger on my sister, Potter!" retorted Draco angrily.
But Harry didn't hear because he was in a trance, picturing Natasha in his head.
He thought she was beautiful. Her long white blonde hair, her beautiful green eyes….
But then his daydream turned into a nightmare. He remembered her rejecting him, slapping him, pummeling him, and yet he still loved her.
"'Sup, fools?" said Natasha, approaching them.
Harry peed his pants a little.
"Oh, uh…" stammered Natasha, noticing the wet spot on Harry's pants.
Then she left.
