CHAPTER SIXTEEN
'Twelve o'clock, February 14th,' thought Harry, swallowing a lump that accumulated in this throat. 'The ball.'
Harry had already set his mind into going to the ball, but now that the day was halfway through and only eight hours to go before the ball (actually SIX if you started from the time classes would be let out), he feeling kind of jittery. He so much wanted to back out. But he didn't want other people to think that he was scared.
Actually, Harry thought, he WASN'T scared. Of the ball, of the people, of anything.
'So why the hell am I going to back out?'
"C'mon Harry. Lunch."
It was Wood.
"Yeah," he replied. "Coming."
* * *
"C'mon now, tell me what you're wearing!" pleaded Ron as he and Hermione made their way towards the Gryffindor Tower.
"Uh-uh," said Hermione, shaking her head. "Besides, you'll only have to wait a couple more hours till you see my dress."
"Give me an idea at least," said Ron. "The color. Tell me the color."
"No." Hermione's answer was final. "I won't tell you anything. You'll just have to wait."
They approached the Fat Lady's portrait that led to the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Pig snout," Ron and Hermione said in unison.
The portrait swung open, revealing a huge hole in the wall. Hermione climbed in first, followed by Ron. She started to head for the girls' dormitories.
"If I were you," she started on Ron, "I'd get ready for the ball. If you want to see my dress, that is."
She walked up the steps as Ron started climbing the staircase towards the boys' dormitories.
* * *
In the boys' dormitories...
Ron found Harry lying on his four-poster, hands behind his head, staring up the ceiling. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter," he said in a Snape-like voice, "but I believe it is time for you to get ready for the ball."
"Huh?" asked Harry, shaking his head. "Sorry… what time is it?"
"It's already seven o'clock," said Ron.
"I'm not going," said Harry. He was still lying on the bed.
"Yes you are," countered Ron.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!" Harry sat up and noticed (he hadn't noticed this awhile ago) that Ron was already dressed up, and so were Neville, Dean and Seamus. In fact, the other three had been intent on working on fixing their hairs when Ron and Harry had started with the 'no-I'm-not, yes-you-are' shouting match.
"Uh... nice outfits, you guys," he commented. All four of them (Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean) were wearing black tuxedos, although with different colors of cummerbunds.
"Thanks!" said Dean, beaming at Harry. "Say, aren't you going to the ball?"
"Yes he is," said Ron before Harry even got the chance to open his mouth. "He's about to get ready, aren't you, Harry?"
"No, I'm…"
"But what about Cho?" Ron whispered.
"Oh, right…" He didn't think of that.
"All right, I'm getting ready."
A/N: This fic keeps getting longer! Aaahhh!!!! Somebody help me! I can't stop writing this damned fic! Grrrr......... OK anyway, I really hope you guys won't kill me for this but... YES, I'm adding another chapter. Well, I've started it, so you can't do anything 'bout it anymore! Just wait for it, OK? OK!
By the way, the part where Ron was persuading Hermione to tell him what dress she was wearing? OK, I know that part was corny. Gomen nasai! (That's Japanese for 'I'm sorry'!)
'Twelve o'clock, February 14th,' thought Harry, swallowing a lump that accumulated in this throat. 'The ball.'
Harry had already set his mind into going to the ball, but now that the day was halfway through and only eight hours to go before the ball (actually SIX if you started from the time classes would be let out), he feeling kind of jittery. He so much wanted to back out. But he didn't want other people to think that he was scared.
Actually, Harry thought, he WASN'T scared. Of the ball, of the people, of anything.
'So why the hell am I going to back out?'
"C'mon Harry. Lunch."
It was Wood.
"Yeah," he replied. "Coming."
* * *
"C'mon now, tell me what you're wearing!" pleaded Ron as he and Hermione made their way towards the Gryffindor Tower.
"Uh-uh," said Hermione, shaking her head. "Besides, you'll only have to wait a couple more hours till you see my dress."
"Give me an idea at least," said Ron. "The color. Tell me the color."
"No." Hermione's answer was final. "I won't tell you anything. You'll just have to wait."
They approached the Fat Lady's portrait that led to the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Pig snout," Ron and Hermione said in unison.
The portrait swung open, revealing a huge hole in the wall. Hermione climbed in first, followed by Ron. She started to head for the girls' dormitories.
"If I were you," she started on Ron, "I'd get ready for the ball. If you want to see my dress, that is."
She walked up the steps as Ron started climbing the staircase towards the boys' dormitories.
* * *
In the boys' dormitories...
Ron found Harry lying on his four-poster, hands behind his head, staring up the ceiling. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter," he said in a Snape-like voice, "but I believe it is time for you to get ready for the ball."
"Huh?" asked Harry, shaking his head. "Sorry… what time is it?"
"It's already seven o'clock," said Ron.
"I'm not going," said Harry. He was still lying on the bed.
"Yes you are," countered Ron.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!" Harry sat up and noticed (he hadn't noticed this awhile ago) that Ron was already dressed up, and so were Neville, Dean and Seamus. In fact, the other three had been intent on working on fixing their hairs when Ron and Harry had started with the 'no-I'm-not, yes-you-are' shouting match.
"Uh... nice outfits, you guys," he commented. All four of them (Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean) were wearing black tuxedos, although with different colors of cummerbunds.
"Thanks!" said Dean, beaming at Harry. "Say, aren't you going to the ball?"
"Yes he is," said Ron before Harry even got the chance to open his mouth. "He's about to get ready, aren't you, Harry?"
"No, I'm…"
"But what about Cho?" Ron whispered.
"Oh, right…" He didn't think of that.
"All right, I'm getting ready."
A/N: This fic keeps getting longer! Aaahhh!!!! Somebody help me! I can't stop writing this damned fic! Grrrr......... OK anyway, I really hope you guys won't kill me for this but... YES, I'm adding another chapter. Well, I've started it, so you can't do anything 'bout it anymore! Just wait for it, OK? OK!
By the way, the part where Ron was persuading Hermione to tell him what dress she was wearing? OK, I know that part was corny. Gomen nasai! (That's Japanese for 'I'm sorry'!)