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"Ron, tell me again why exactly, am I going to this thing tonight? I mean, I don't even like to dance ….. or be around crowds where I know that I'm going to be the centre of attention."
"Because, Harry, no one will know who you look like once we get inside the place because of our masks." Sighed Hermione. She was wearing a gold dress that was fairly simple yet brought out her honey-colored eyes. It had a straight skirt and a draped neck. The small sleeves were off her shoulders and draped around her upper arms. Her curly hair was done in an intricate style on the top of her head.
Harry pulled unconsciously on his outfit. He had on greenish silver dress robes that matched his eyes perfectly. His long hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck. The dress robes had silver buttons down the front and came to about his mid calf. He had matching leather pants on underneath.
Ginny swatted his hand away from the back of his shirt. She was sporting a dark purple dress that made her hair stand out all the more, as it was left down in back but pulled up on the sides. The dress had a corseted top, and a skirt that flared out. The skirt was many different shades of purple, so it seemed to change in the light. "Come on, Harry, it'll be fun, just you wait. And will you stop trying to pull your clothes off! At least until after the party?"
Ginny's comment immediately stopped Harry from pulling at his clothes and had heat flare up on his face, and was sent a dirty look from Ron, who was being pushed out of the door by Hermione. Ron himself was sporting a lovely dark black dress robe (minus the frills) over a white silk shirt and black pants. (A/N: could not be bothered to go into detail about Ron's outfit…Soz Ron fans)
"Gin, I am curious as to the reason why we are going. I mean, I still can't dance."
"What about all of those lessons with Remus?" asked Ginny, "You had at least five or six lessons with him. So how could you not know how to dance!"
"Padfoot found out, and so instead of helping with the lessons, he thought that it was his duty to give me 'the talk'. I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I ran when he decided to tell me stories about his err…… 'Experiences'."
That was too much for Ginny, as she had to hold on to Harry for support as she burst out laughing. Harry rolled his eyes, and began to walk down to the great hall. As they got closer, Harry put on his mask, and helped Ginny put hers on, as she could not hold her arm still from the laughter.
Harry's mask was a bottle green color, and only covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose, as he got rid of the part covering his mouth. It was plain and simple, apart from the picture of a stag's outline, done in white, leaping across his right eye.
Ginny's mask was a matching purple color to her dress, and also had the mouth piece cut off of her mask. She had put sequins on the mask as well, that formed a swirl pattern all over her face. The sequins were double rowed, one being white, the other, a light violet color, giving the lines a shadowed effect.
Ron and Hermione were waiting for them, at the doors to the hall, in their masks. Hermione's mask was plain white, with shades of the same gold color as her dress, where make-up would go, like with eye-shadow, lipstick and blush. Ron's mask was a plain and simple marble-blue, with swirls of white in the mixture. (A/N: you know… the blue marble look?)
The hall looked totally different. The gang felt as though they were stepping into a 15th century ball in Venice. The floating candles were replaced by crystal chandeliers, and small tables for two were placed on the edges of the walls, to make space for a varnished wood dance floor. The high rise platform, where the staff table was normally, had been moved for a skeleton band to play for the night. The band was already playing a song when they arrived at the hall, and many couples were dancing on the polished wood dance floor.
S.L.Y.T.H.E.R.I.N. .C.O.M.M.O.N. .R.O.O.M. (Jenna's POV)
Sitting on one of the many couches, pricking my fingers with pins as I hem pansy's dress was not on my to-do list tonight. No, definitely not. I had planned on catching up on some much needed reading, but pansy had conned me into helping her dress for the stupid ball tonight. Her deep red, Victorian style dress was made from a beautiful satin and had many petticoats, yet that same beautiful cloth was the reason I kept stabbing myself with pins, as the material kept slipping. She had done a wonderful job with her hair though, as it sat up high on her head as a crown of soft ringlets that just covered her hair line on the back of her head.
"How much longer, Jen? I need to go, if you know what I mean."
I looked up at her, and shook my head. "Did you know, that at a party, ladies would pee themselves if they had to go, because they could not leave? That is why they had the petticoats, so the dress would not be ruined."
"Don't you even think about suggesting that I just go right here? You sure you don't want to go? I would be so much fun."
I sighed. "I am sure. I need to start studying, and I've got assignments due on Monday, that I would like to finish."
Groaning, Pansy muttered something about me being a Ravenclaw in disguise. I mostly ignored everything as I finished the hemming. "there." I said, as I cut the cotton. "All done." I looked up, smiling at Pansy, but it quickly turned into a frown. Pansy had that far-away look in her eyes that she sometimes got when thinking naughty thoughts. She was also staring at someone.
I stood up, to see who it was, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Draco. He was wearing all white. From his silk shirt, with the top button left undone, to his pants, that looked poured on, even down to the white cape and designer boots he wore. It was all white. It made him look like a fallen angel or sex god trying to act innocent. He looked perfect. He had cut his hair as well. It shaped his jaw perfectly, and had that messy-styled look to it. As though he had just come out of an almost shag. I had thought it once, but I would think it again, he looked perfect.
I think that Pansy saw me staring at him, because she was the first to break the silence. "Dray, you cut your hair. It looks good like that, don't you think Jen?" I glanced at her, and found she was smirking at me. Oh god, help!
"Um, Yeah, it looks good on you, Draco. Err, I'm done Pansy, have fun at the ball." And with that, I grabbed my stuff, and rushed off to my dorm room, feeling my face heat up as I had to pass Draco, in his entire splendor.
I flopped down onto my bed, and closed the hangings. Okay, so I would admit it. I have a slight crush on Draco Malfoy. Argh! Just thinking about it made me blush uncontrollably. Besides, it was a lost cause anyway. Draco would find a beautiful girl and get married. I knew I wasn't ugly, but neither was I pretty. I was 'a friend' and that was all I would ever be.
.T.H.E. .G.R.E.A.T. .H.A.L.L.
Sighing, a figure dressed in white with a matching white full faced mask, sat watching couples dance on the appropriately named 'dance floor'. Despite the number of offers to dance from various people, both male and female, he felt bored. A boy in green sat down next to him. "Hey. Bored too?" The boy in green asked.
"Immensely."
"Why don't you go and dance?"
"The only person I want to dance with will not dance with me."
"How do you know?"
"Just a gut feeling I guess." Glancing at the clock, it was 10:58.
"Well, see ya." The boy in green stood up, and left. He watched the boy go, and saw that he wrapped his arms around a girl dressed in purple, with red hair. He whispered in her ear, and led her out to the dance floor. He watched them both dance to a slow waltz, and felt a pang of jealousy and loneliness.
.H.A.R.R.Y.'.S. .P.O.I.N.T. .O.F. .V.E.I.W.
I was nervous as I danced with the girl dressed in purple. Well, I didn't really dance, merely shuffled my feet to the music, but, looking around, I sighed in relief that I was doing alright. I had dubbed myself 'Forest' while our masks were on, and the girl I was 'dancing' with had called herself 'Violet'. I had a sneaking suspicion that I knew who it was, but didn't say anything. About 2 minutes after I got into the hall with Ginny, she and I were randomly placed in the hall by magic. I suggested that Ron and Hermione had the same thing done as well.
Okay, I hate to admit it, but I was having fun! I also hated to admit to Ginny that she was right about the ball being fun, but, I would get to that crossroad once I got there. At the back of my mind, I felt apprehensive, as Voldermort had been quiet since the start of the year. I had a sneaking suspicion, that it was because Jenna was here, and old moldy didn't want to put a dent in his plans for her. The funny thing was, Jenna wasn't acting like any of the other Slytherins I knew coughDracocough.
I had brought that point up late one night in the common room, when the only people up were Hermione, Ron and I. Ron agreed with me, then came up with this really funny theory that she wants to make us fall into a false sense of security. Hermione pointed out that possibly Voldemort had caught on to what the order knew, and really sent someone as a proper exchange student. Personally, I like Ron's theory better, but don't tell Mione that I thought that. She would kill me at the very thought of her being wrong.
So, anyway, I was dancing with 'violet', when the song ended. She asked me if I wanted to sit down, and led me off the dance floor and to one of the open tables. We sat and talked for a while, about really random stuff that made me think 'Luna', but I knew my Ginny, and felt that it was her.
.H.E.R.M.I.O.N.E.S .P.O.I.N.T. .O.F. V.E.I.W.
I would kill for a book right about now. I sat with a group of girls, who had pushed three tables together, to make a large one, to sit around, and I have got to say, that my ears may have burst from all of the shrieking that they have done throughout the night. All they did was sit and point out guys that looked hot, judging by their outfit. One girl, who was sitting right next to me, pointed to a guy in green, and all the others joined in, saying how cute his butt looked, with the leather pants on, and his black hair. I looked at him, and almost smiled. Of course. Even with a mask on, Harry would draw the female attention.
Running. In a forest. Had to get away from here.
From where? Where are we running from?
From him. Don't want to go back there.
Go back where?
To him. Always there, always hurting us.
Who is he?
Please don't make us go back there. We'll be good. Yes, we'll be good. Dodge, duck, swerve. Have to get out of here. Need to be free. No more hurting. No more pain.
What pain? Who is hurting us?
Don't you know? Don't you see? He hurts us. He controls us. But not anymore, we're free. Please don't go back to him.
To who?
To him.
WHO IS HE?
Rustling of the leaves. They are trying to bring us back. To cage us. No, won't go back. Can't go back. Red lights everywhere. Bad sign. They see us. They want us hurt.
Who are they?
They are his servants. They do his will.
Who are you talking about?
Him.
Yes, I know, but who is he?
NO! Green light flashes. Bad, bad sign. Need to get away, need to get help. Laughter everywhere. Can't escape. No, can't go back, won't go back. Help!
The clock struck midnight, and everybody turned and faced their partners, and took off their masks. Everyone was happy… well, almost everyone. The man in white wasn't, for he never got to dance with the girl he liked. The girl who woke up, screaming, wasn't either, for she just had the most bizarre nightmare, and she could not, but help herself, if she unconsciously thought that it was real, and not just a figment of her imagination.
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