Red Magic
Author's Notes: This fanfiction is a pairing of Ron and Hermione. This is the last chapter and I hope that you'll like it very much. I'll continue to write more stories and hope that you'll read 'em. Please… please… please…. Review!!! Okay??? To review is to make the author really happy so please??? I beg you… Okay… that's all… Here's my story!
CHAPTER THREE
The Yule Ball
A Ron was drinking the shake, Hermione arrived and pulled the chair in front of Ron and sat there. She kept on rolling her eyes on Ron. She really got pissed off on him. He wasted her money! Suddenly, Ron grabbed his wand and said, "Copiniusmuses" then there was a new straw in Ron's hand. He handed it to Hermione. Hermione grabbed it and drank in Ron's glass. Harry arrived at 10:55am and was panting. He sat beside Hermione. "I—can't—breathe!" he panted. Again, Ron grabbed his wand and said, "Copiniusmuses" Harry drank almost like an elephant and said, "So, how'd you like shopping?" "Ask Ron!" said Hermione as she rolled her eyes again. "Great! Really great!" he said. "Oh shut up!" said Hermione. "What happened to her?" asked Harry. "I don't know! I was trapped in tubes, I guess!" he answered. Harry was really puzzled by the look in his face.
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Harry still had no idea on what was going on. But he told both of them that no one is to let the owner see his/her clothes until the night of the Yule Ball. Day by day, is becoming worse. The surprise is becoming bigger and bigger. However, Ron and Hermione are still not talking to each other thought Ron already wanted to reconcile but don't know how.
One Wednesday noon, while everyone was at the great hall, eating lunch. The owls came hurrying to their owners. The three best friends (Or former best friends) each got a letter.
TO: HARRY POTTER
Dear Harry,
I hope that you're doing well in school. I sent you a letter to inform you that I already had two jobs. One, teacher in "Care of Magical Creatures". Two, caretaker of a magical-creatures store. Well, I heard that your Yule Ball is coming. So I just want you to have fun. Choose the right girl!! Well, that's all.
Your Professor (hehe),
Hagrid
TO: RONALD WEASLEY
Ronnie,
Hi! Guess what? I'm going to visit our house next vacation. My boss allowed me to. I hope that everything's well in Hogwarts. I mean no sign of You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do you already have a partner in the Yule Ball? Ask your best friend out. I think you two are good being partners. I once saw her when she visited our house. Man, she's cool! G'luck in everything!
Your Very CUTE Brother,
Bill Weasley
TO: HERMIONE GRANGER
Hermione,
Hello! You know, nothing can really ruin my very happy moment. I'm here in Japan and I just met the prettiest girl in the world. Really. I mean, check her out. You two could really be best friends. But when I asked her if she knows the word "muggle" she looked at me in a freaky expression. So I think that I can't introduce her to you. Her name is Michelle and very awesome. I think I'm falling in love with her. Please reply, okay? Tell me tips on how to be close to her. You are the only friend that I have who has the knowledge to give tips and help me about this, okay? That's all… Bye! God Bless
Your friend,
Viktor Krum
Harry and Ron were really happy about their letters. Both guys looked at Hermione and saw that a tear had fallen from her eyes. She wiped it away quickly and looked at them. With a humiliated face she turned her head away from them and continued to eat. Uh-oh! This is not going to be good. After eating, all of them went back to their dormitories. Ron looked at Harry with a questioning face as Hermione hurried to the girl's dormitory.
The next day, which was Thursday (and was two day away before the Yule Ball), Harry was practicing in the Quidditch field with his other teammates. Harry was really stressed out because of the Quidditch practices. They practice every day and every night. Wood doesn't even care if they already want to stop the practice or not. Wood promised that they would only have 5 games in the Thursday practice so Harry was really eager to find the Snitch to stop these horrible and timeless games. He already had the Snitch three times. Four… and Five… How happy his other teammates were to finish the game. He received 3 kisses from Angelina, Katie and Alicia. They went into their locker rooms to change. After returning the Firebolt in the broom-closet, he walked in the hallway to the Common Room. As he passed there, he saw Ginny talking to Draco. "What the--?" Harry said to himself. He kind-of like eavesdropped and he heard Draco said, "Ginny, umm… would… you… ummm… kinda like… well… umm…" "Hey, Ginny! Can I talk to you for a minute?" asked Harry. "Sure, but—" she looked at Draco. "Can't you see that I'm talking to her?" Malfoy demanded. "But I'll talk to her faster than the way of speaking that yours… I mean, full of, ummm, like, well… Oh, shut up! Just wait for me to finish what I'll tell her okay?" Harry said. "So, would you dance with me in the Yule Ball?" "Sure!" Ginny said. "Great!" Harry replied. "Okay, Malfoy, here's Ginny," Harry said as he turned back and left. "Ginny… umm… again… well… would… you… I mean it's ok if not… like to… well… go to… the Yule… Ball with me?" he smiled, thanking the Lord for letting him finish the sentence. "Oh, I'm sorry Draco. I wish that you had told it to me earlier 'cause Harry just asked me right now when you haven't finished your sentence yet. And I kind-of like said yes. I'm really sorry!" Ginny apologized. Draco gave her his best smile and said, "Okay, it's all right!" When he turned back, he said, "That damn Harry!!!"
Friday night was great. Especially for Harry since he already had someone to dance with in the Yule Ball. However, for the past few days, Hermione wasn't reciting in any of the subjects in class and after the last subject, she goes straight in her dormitory or sits on a chair, staring on her notebooks. Harry and Ron decided to cheer Hermione up. They went to the Common Room were Hermione is still staring blankly at her notebook. Again. They sat beside her and looked at her homework. She had done nothing. What Harry and Ron saw in her notebook was only the question the Professor McGonagall gave them. Harry rested his arm on Hermione's shoulder. He thought that Hermione would push it away but she didn't. "What's the matter?" asked Ron. "Yeah, you're acting a bit strange," said Harry. "No, not a bit. But completely strange" Ron corrected. "Okay, I'll tell you what!" said Hermione. "Viktor said that he was in love with another girl without even dying to know how I feel" then suddenly, tears flowed down from her eyes. Ron hugged her. The tightest hug he can give. Hermione cried on his shoulder. Hermione grabbed her wand out of her robe and said with some sobs, "Getiromus" a letter floated on the air and Harry grabbed it. Ron read it with Harry and were both shocked. They accompanied Hermione in the Common Room silently with no one even daring to speak.
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The next day, which was Saturday. Everyone was busy buzzing around about the Yule Ball. The castle was going wild. Everybody was preparing for the special night. Hermione, however, forgot about Viktor. She was too busy talking with Harry and Ron. "Okay Hermione. It's 5pm. 1 more hour before the Yule Ball. So let's dress up now," Harry invited. "Okay with a little help with our magic wand, let's get our shopping bags!" Hermione yelled. "Getiromus!" they all yelled. As their bags floated on the air, they went in am empty classroom and locked the door. They blindfolded themselves and Hermione said as she held her wand and said, "Trendumposbihuk!!!" then suddenly a feeling of a nice gown wrapped Hermione's body. "Ron, are you sure that this is a tube?" she asked. "Just wait and see!" Ron assured her. "Finished?" Harry asked all of them. "Yeah, I guess!" Ron answered. They undid their blindfold as they hurried to the right side of the room where there are three full-length mirrors. Harry was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with matching leather shoes. Everything is perfect. His hair was tamed with a dried gel. He wondered what Aunt Petunia would say if she saw him with his new hairstyle. Harry touched his pants. Its texture was great. Nicely made. On the other hand, Ron was wearing a black tuxedo. His leather shoes were neat. He wondered how much this cost. His old red hair was now colored with black. The clothing fits him. It's just like he was the one who bought it.
Hermione kept staring at the mirror. She looks nice. Her hair was in a tight bun that shines endlessly. Probably shines because of oil. She wore a heart-shaped pair of earrings. Her eyelids were colored with light blue, her cheeks with pink. The make-up was balanced. Perfect. She looked at her hand, which was covered with long hand-to-elbow gloves. She then saw a blue coloring somewhere in the tip of her fingers. She removed the gloves in her left arm and saw a blue polish. "Cool!" she muttered as she attached the gloves in her hand again. Her dress was really great. It wasn't a dress! She corrected herself. It was a gown. She felt like she was Cinderella. She was wearing a purple gown that fits her fine. The gown was probably made of silk because of its texture, which was smooth. The part of the waist of her gown was shining with different colors. She examined it closely and saw the shinerry attached to it. She pulled the lower part of her gown and saw purple sandals with about an inch heels. And again her toenails were polished with blue.
Hermione looked at Ron and said, "So where's my tube? I thought you bought one?" Ron smiled and shrugged. They all grabbed their paper bags and hurried outside the room. Lastly, they all said "Good Luck" in each other and hurried off. Whenever Hermione walk in a crowd, many looked at her and idolized her taste of fashion. She was really looking good. Hermione opened her drawer and got the only one Ron forgot to buy. Lipstick. She chose her "Cherry Pink" lipstick and placed it in her lips. She grabbed another thing in her drawer, which was her lip-gloss favored, Orange Smack. Her lips were shining. She admired herself in her mirror. She looked at her alarm clock. It was 6:27pm. Uh-oh. She dashed out of the dormitory and hurried to the Yule Ball and sat on the bar.
She ordered a Poppy Wine and drank it. "It's all right if Viktor doesn't like you… It's all right if you're not dancing… It's alright if you're alone… It's no big deal!" she kept muttering. Suddenly, she felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned and saw someone strangely familiar. She can't identify it at the moment but she knew who he was. "Excuse me, Miss. Can we dance?" the guy asked as he offered his hand. "Sure! I don't mind," she answered. Whoever this cute guy is, Hermione doesn't think it's bad if she played his game for a moment. The guy was dressed in a black tuxedo and black hair. "Who is this anyway?" she asked herself. She thought that it wouldn't be so bad if she will ask him his name. "Who are you?" she asked curiosly. "Someone who you hates most…" he said. "Professor Snape?" she guessed. The guy laughed as she said that. Hermione didn't find this very amusing and said again, "Who are you?" "Okay, okay, the one who you thought, bought you a tube top," said the guy. Hermione moved away from the dance and said, "Ron?" "Yeah!" he replied. Hermione hugged him tightly as she said, "I can't believe it! I thought I would be sitting at the bar whole night, drinking wine without even bothering to dance and wasting this gown that you bought me," "Oh!" Ron said. Then after dancing a few songs, Hermione was tripped by the highness of her heels and the long length of her gown. She grabbed Ron's shoulder for support and she fixed herself. "Why'd you dare to buy me a high-heeled sandals? You know I hate any footwear with heels!" she demanded. "Don't you like the sandals?? It's cute!" Ron replied. "I like the shoes but I'm not comfortable wearing it," Hermione said.
"So, do you like the sandals?" Ron asked.
"No offense! But N-O, no!" she answered.
"You don't like me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You hate me?"
"No I don't hate you… I hate the heels of the sandals!"
"You don't like me?"
"Hey, let's make it clear. I hate the sandals. And I like you! Okay?"
"You like me?"
"No… I mean… Yes… I mean… Umm... I mean... You know… As a friend,"
"What?" Ron looked puzzled.
"I mean, I like you as a friend… Yeah, right! Definitely right!"
"Oh, you mean you don't like me more than that… 'Cause I like you more than that," Ron admitted.
Hermione was really shocked as she dropped the wine glass that she was holding. The crowds saw her and moved back and danced again. "I'm sorry for that. But I don't want to have a long nose. I mean to lie," he said. Ignoring that broken pieces of glass she walked towards Ron and hugged him. "I like you too," she confessed. "I've been longing for this moment a long time," Ron finally said. "Yeah!" Hermione agreed. Before anything else, Hermione was tickled by the whisper of Ron in her ear, "Will you be my---" "Sure!" Hermione interrupted as if reading his mind without even daring to listen what he'll say. "Please close your eyes" Ron ordered. Hermione did as what she was told. She felt a cold thing around her neck and was about to open her eyes but thought better of it. Another thing she felt was a smack on her cheek. Now, she can't resist opening her eyes. She saw Ron and a golden necklace around her neck that obviously looked expensive. "Thanks" she said in gratitude.
Another whisper made her shiver, "That's just a proof that you're someone special to me," Ron assured…
THE END
Author's Notes: Did you like it? I hope you did. My former fanfictions are very much mushy so I made this one just right. So that's all. I really beg you to review. Please? Well, that's all this is the end... Comments and Suggestions are accepted in my email. Check my author-information about my email. Thanks again for reading this… Review!!!
