Hiya readers, it's me again. This part took me ages, so I hope it was worth it! Please please please r/r, as, well, I want you too!!
"What shall I wear?" asked Hermione, and Ginny didn't reply. They were in the Seventh year girl's dorm, accompanied by Parvati and Lavender, who were gossiping quietly in the corner. They began to giggle.
"What? What's wrong with you two? Why don't you just leave us in peace to get ready? We have a date to go on, with people that are decent, and that love us, and want to look our best. But you wouldn't know anything about that, now, would you?" Hermione said snappily. She'd never had much patience for them, as they were everything Hermione wasn't, giggly, gossiping, and mad about their appearance.
"We were just discussing the last time we saw you getting dressed up. You never seem to care about stuff like that! We think it was about a year ago, when you went on your last date with Krum. Now he was nice..." Lavender said, and giggled yet again.
"And what about us not knowing about people that love us? Seamus sure acts like he cares about me! Unless you know something I don't?" Parvati added, enquiringly.
"Of course I don't!" Hermione said, hoping she hadn't started something. "When you've stopped discussing me, maybe you could leave, or choose my outfit?" she said, staring at her clothes thrown on the bed in confusion, before collapsing among them.
"Come on Hermione! Harry will wear green, so you have to compliment it with, umm," Ginny said, searching through the pile of robes, all colours of the rainbow. "purple. she said, holding a deep purple satin outfit against Hermione.
"Won't it look too dark? I'm used to wearing light colours. I've never worn this before!" she replied, looking at it sceptically.
"It's fabulous, and really suits your colouring Hermione. I'll do your make up too!" Parvati said, searching for her vanity case, under all the junk. "Where is it?" she said to herself. "Accio make up!" she called, and lipsticks, compacts and brushes flew from all over the room into her outstretched hands. Hermione looked on, nervous. Parvati was bound to make her up like a tart, and she hated that.
"I'll do your hair!" said an excited Lavender, finding a clip made of deep purple silk, and a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, which was Hermione's own. Twisting it up, and applying the potion, Hermione's hair was transformed into an amazing style, which she loved. Ginny looked on as Parvati applied foundation to Hermione's cheeks, feeling a bit left out. "I'm going out too!" she mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" asked Hermione, as she reached for a mirror. Ginny dismissed the question with a wave of her hand, and passed the mirror to her.
"Fabulous!" said Parvati and the mirror, which was a surprise, as it usually only gave out criticisms. "And I mean it! Close your mouth!" it said, to a shocked Hermione. She didn't look too made up- just plain gorgeous, when she was usually just plain!
"Now, Ginny! Your turn!" said Parvati. Ginny didn't reply.
"Earth to Ginger Ginny! Are you there?" Lavender called.
"Eh? What?" she said, emerging from her dreamworld with a start.
"Step into the hotseat!" Hermione laughed, pointing to the little chair she had been sat on.
"Fine!" she said with a grin, and sat down.
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Ron stared at his robe collection in disgust. Each set were too short, too frayed, too old, or even worse- maroon. He hated maroon, always had done. But his mum insisted on buying him maroon clothes, and Ron wouldn't buy his own, as with the amount of money he would get (or not get, as the case may be) he couldn't go anywhere but second hand shops, and he refused to be seen in them!
Harry grabbed some bottle green robes and pulled them over his head. With his hand he flattened his hair, and looked at Ron's unhappy face, staring blankly ahead of him.
"Cheer up Ron!" said Neville, buttoning up his inside-out robes. It was amazing- nearly eighteen, and still couldn't put on clothes properly. "Wear them!" he said, pointing to some navy robes. Ron pulled a face.
"I've worn that every time we've gone out, since fifth year! I'm not letting Cho see me looking that awful!"
"So what are you planning on wearing? I suppose you could go naked- I think Cho would like that! But I don't know about Neville and me..." Harry laughed, and Ron looked to be seriously considering the idea.
"Could I borrow some of your clothes Harry?" he blurted out, and blushed.
"Umm, I think they might just about cover your knees! I'm small, remember?" he replied, wondering if Ron had been a brain donor, or was just born without one.
"There's always my stuff Ron!" offered Neville, jokingly. He was about six foot seven- almost a foot taller than medium sized Ron.
"Yeah!" he said, and Harry laughed. You could tell it was the weekend- Ron only thought on lesson days, or he would stretch his mind a little too much.
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Cho looked at her reflection in her mirror. "Fabulous Dah-ling!" it said, but Cho didn't feel it. She knew Harry had fancied her, and she thought he was very sweet, but didn't want him to get any ideas. There had been a time that she had liked him, the time before Cedric, but now they were opposite sides of the battle. "How does Ron cope with the pressure from both sides?" she wondered, and, with a final brush of her hair, the red-robed young lady vanished, and reappeared in the Three Broomsticks, memories of dates with Cedric flooding back. And so did the tears. Running into the girl's bathroom, she wiped her eyes. Cedric had been her first love. The best part of her childhood. So against all evil. And she had betrayed him.
Calming down, she heard Neville's voice, then Harry's, ordering drinks. Walking out of the toilets, she called, "A cherry syrup and soda for me please!"
"Sure Harry said, going red, and ordered the extra drink. Hermione, looking fabulous, scowled. Ginny put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
They all sat down, and started to sip their drinks, happily chatting. Harry was avoiding Cho's and Hermione's gaze though, and the atmosphere was tense. Ron hadn't noticed though, looking into Cho's dark eyes, and whispering things the others couldn't hear, making Cho blush, and smile. He had finally settled for Dean's old bright blue robes, and even they looked newer than most of his own. After one drink, the band was heard from outside, so they ventured outside into the cold, October night.
The music was great- it always was from the Vampyres. They were a group of six men, that really had talent for singing and playing, unlike a lot of bands around. Many bands such as 'Spice Girls' had given up with their magical audiences, as they had few fans, and had crossed over into the Muggle charts, which they couldn't help but top. They had placed the whole country in some kind of charm, and so far it was working a treat. They never had been ones for robes that covered you up, more for clothes that almost didn't exist, but anyway, it was the Vampyres playing, not the Spices. And they did know how to dress!
As the six of them pushed through the crowd, Simon, the lead singer, began to speak, and the whole of Hogsmeade cheered. Harry had never seen so many people all in one place- it was amazing. As 'No Charm Can Stop Me Loving You' began, the crowd started to move. People were getting crushed, but that didn't matter, because it was fun.
"I'm cold." shouted Hermione over the din, and Harry put his arm around her shoulders. Ginny smiled- the perfect pair seemed to have solved their differences. Sure, she had fancied Harry, but not since he got together with her best friend. They were happy, and so was she. Their lives were complicated enough, without her messing them up even more. And while Neville wasn't perfect, he was sweet, and truly cared for her. And she cared for him. As if reading her thoughts, he drew her close, and they danced, like the two couples they were with were already doing.
The concert went on forever, but none of them minded. So far it had been a welcome break from Hogwarts, and real life, and a chance to sort things out. The last song struck up- a slow, sad tune. Hermione held Harry close, willing that moment to never end. Then she turned her face to kiss him, and saw just what she didn't want to. He was staring away from her. To Cho. And smiling, like he smiled when he looked at her.
Somebody screamed.
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So, that was part, umm, let me check, dum dee dah, 12 I think! God that's a lot of parts. Hope you enjoyed, but even if you didn't then review. I can't improve it without constructive criticism!!