Hey peoples…this is the next chapter! Enjoy!
Ginny: Nope, she doesn't own any of us
Harry: Though I'm played by a really hot guy in the movies that she wouldn't mind owning……
Me: Shut up! You weren't supposed to say that!
On with the story….
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It was the night of the dance. Hermione and I were wearing matching dresses, and had our hair done up in a bundle of curls and a ton of glitter, so you couldn't even notice my fiery red hair. The dress was of muggles sorts, and one of the prettiest I had ever seen. It was a colorful deep purple, and some sort of fabric that sparkled when you walked. It was a halter top that went fairly low, and it was cut pretty low in the back. It went all the way to the floor, and even though it was pretty, I was going to have to remember not to trip on it.
According to Hermione, in the muggle world, it would be of extreme beauty, and only very fashionable people would wear something like it. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I sighed, half of relief that the night was finally here, half of dread, that it wouldn't work out the way we planned. I took the mask and gently tied the purple satin around my head, amongst dozens upon dozens of curls that were piled on top of my head.
Now I could even barely recognized myself, let alone should anyone else. I took one last deep breath before descending the stairs with my long purple cloak wrapped around me.
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I watched Ginny leave, and breathed a sigh of relief. I had been able to keep the truth about her secret admirer, and I was glad. I d even thinking this, but well, I was thinking about possibly deviating from the plans a bit. I mean, Ginny told me to go in and see who it was, and come back out and tell her who it was, right? Well what if I just told her that it was someone like Malfoy? Or someone equally disgusting? Then she would leave and I would be free to spend the night with…Ahhhh…Harry. I to admit it, but I will. Ever since Ron and I broke up, Harry has been getting better and better, and I had fall head over heels in love with him since the day that Ginny and I had gotten into a fight. We had worked things out, but things hadn't quite been the same. I think she sensed that I liked him. Anyway, back to tonight.
I didn't want to do that to Ginny, but true love had to take the place of friendship. And she would never know, so I wouldn't technically be lying to her, would I? I stood in front of the mirror just as Ginny had done, tying my mask around my head. I hoped everything turned out all right tonight. Otherwise, my friendships with Hermione and Harry were down the drain, just as my relationship with Ron had been.
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Ron was just as nervous as I was about this dance. I had never seen him like this.
Then again, I had never seen him cry until a few nights ago either. He kept trying to talk to Hermione but she ignored him consistently. Once when he had thoroughly irritated her, he received a sharp smack! across the face. He still hadn't given up though and was really ticked off at himself. He talked about it all the time. And as good as friends as Hermione and I were, I got really sick of hearing how perfect she was, and how he had messed things up good this time.
I told him this once, and he grabbed me by my robes and said if I ever said anything like that about his Hermione again, that I would pay for it dearly. He still really cared about her, and that seemed to be obvious to every one but her. She spent her days now staring off into space dreamily. A few days ago, McGonagall had even had to call her down for not paying attention. A teacher getting on to Hermione Granger? Now that is something truly unheard of. Ron had really hoped that she would have come around by this time and accompanied him to the dance, but no such luck. He dressed quickly and quietly, and he didn't even put on his best dress robes.
"Well we aren't trying to impress anyone tonight are we?" I told him sarcastically.
"Its not like I have anyone to impress." He said glaring at me as he spoke.
"Sorry," I told him sympathetically. He was truly miserable, and I, as his friend, could do nothing for his broken heart. But as his friend, I could keep him from wasting his life away.
"Finish getting dressed. Then we are going downstairs." I told him matter -of -factly, half believing that he would go even slower or sit down just to irk me. He shot me a look of pure loathing.
"I don't even have a true reason to go. You just better be glad that I am such a good friend."
"Well, I am very happy. Now will you please hurry? We are going to be late if we don't get down there soon." He finished fiddling with his robes and announced that he was prepared. And with that, he we strode down to the common room, at least 20 minutes behind anyone else.
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The Great Hall was beautifully decorated. There were orange and black streamers everywhere, not to mention the idea of what a normal human muggle thinks we look like. They have strange imaginations. And it had a huge stuffed Jack-O-Lantern that was smiling wickedly at everyone. It was enchanted to be somewhat like a fortune telling machine. I don't know why muggles make up stuff like that. Why don't they just try to read a crystal ball? There's not much difference, it's all a bunch of rubbish.
My hands were really hurting. I looked down and saw that I was putting one hand in the other and rubbing it nervously. One hand in-rub, rub-other hand in- rub, rub. Hey, it kept me from being totally terrified of the night. I waited for a moment then approached the big glass door at the other end of the hall, just waiting to see how the night would unfold.
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I came into the Great Hall and gawked at the wonder that I beheld with my eyes. I had never seen the place look so festive. It was truly a sight. I walked around for a minute, prolonging going to the table, where already a number of figures (most of them guys, you know how they are, and teenage wizards are no different) had gathered round, in hopes that their dates would not ask them to dance. How was I going to distinguish which one was my date? I mean, Ginny's date? I finally made my way to the table, my heart pounding so loudly that I was surprised that people weren't stopping and staring at me.
I stood for a minute, as close as I could to the tall glass window. I saw a shadow just outside and figured it had to be Ginny. I would have to tell her it was Harry; she would see him herself anyway. That made me feel better that I didn't have to lie to my best friend, but it also depressed me that I couldn't stay with Harry.
"Excuse me. Are you waiting here for a purpose?" A tall boy asked me. I couldn't tell who he was, but he sounded familiar.
" Yes, I am, as a matter of fact, Why?" I asked him.
"Then I believe you would be my date for the night." He said in a voice as sweet as honey and as smooth as silk. I smiled my best, but couldn't help being a little deflated. Harry was at his best yet, and I wouldn't be able to share it with him. As he led me away from the crowded corner, someone bumped into him, and he fell clumsily. I reached to help him up, when his mask fell off.
I gasped in pure shock as I realized who he was.
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