A/N: I have a few reviews. yay. Okay if you'll let me gripe for a second.
My friend wrote a really, really dumb, stupid, flimsy, sexy, little story.
I put in hours to make the plot great, and not too silly. She gets 33
reviews. I get 1. Why is it that people like to read the idiotic sexy ones?
Someone tell me! Please review too. It's not fair!
Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk, writing in her neat, pointed handwriting. She was currently finishing her break period. In a few minutes, it would be time for her to relieve ten other tired teachers in recreating the light spell. In the mean time, she was grading homework. She had reached the bottom of the stack. The last one was Hermione Granger's, who had, of course, turned hers in first. Reaching the middle of the essay, Hermione's report on transfiguring fireflies into lanterns triggered something in McGonagall's brain. That's it! She thought. Walking very quickly (McGonagall NEVER ran) to Dumbledore's office, she gave the password. Reaching the office, she quickened her pace up the spiral staircase into the second tallest tower, where the other teachers worked doggedly in an enclosed glass chamber. Minerva made her way over to Professor Dumbledore, who was advising Professor Sprout on a garden charm. Explaining Hermione's idea to Dumbledore, his face lit up in a broad smile.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, clapping his hands for their attention. Each teacher looked up from his or her work to gaze at Dumbledore. "A plan has been proposed to me, and I believe it may work. The plan, proposed by Minerv-," He was interrupted by McGonagall, who said something to him in a low voice. "Suggested by Hermione Granger of Gryffindor-," He was interrupted again, this time by Severus Snape.
"Preposterous!" He said sharply. "You are proposing we use a STUDENT's plan, particularly one who is only in their sixth year? Ridiculous!" he finished, looking around at the other teachers.
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore said, his voice level. "I have some faith in Granger's plan, particularly because she is one of the brightest student Hogwarts has ever seen, or I wouldn't have even considered it. Miss Granger's essay recommended the use of Transfiguration to change a firefly into a lantern. This will be even better than a new spell, because a firefly supplies its own energy. The lanterns would not even require fuel, because a transfigured object, particularly an animal, is frozen in time until it is re transfigured. Yes, I believe Miss Granger has hit upon it. Now, because of the season, I don't believe we'll find fireflies around here. Hagrid, arrange to have a shipment of live fireflies delivered here."
He stopped talking, and the room buzzed excitedly. All the teachers remarked upon the excellent theory of Hermione Granger, who, they all claimed, was their brightest student except, of course, Snape. He was telling Professor Kettleburn how the Gryffindor house had never produced a great potions master.
"Oh, come off it, Severus," McGonagall interrupted him. "Now that we finally have a plan, we can all get some rest." There were murmurs of agreement from the other teachers. McGonagall looked pointedly at Snape, who turned on his heel and stalked away to his quarters.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was lecturing Harry on a topic he happened to find extremely boring. Having just uncovered this information from her readings, Hermione was talking on at a rapid pace, showing no signs of ending. Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder by a Hufflepuff fourth-year, who reported McGonagall would like to see Hermione in her office, immediately. Harry could have hugged the girl, who had saved him from having to listen to a long-winded "Hermione", as Ron referred to it as.
Harry turned his head to look around the common room. Ron and Seamus Finnigan were engaged in a heady battle of wizard's chess. Alicia Spinnet was deep in conversation with Angelina Johnson, and was smiling and gesturing excitedly. Another Quidditch star, Katie Bell, was chatting with a girl with a blond ponytail, whose face Harry couldn't quite see. When she turned, he caught a glimpse of her. It was Cho. Harry's head told him, "This is your chance!" His gut told him, "Run! Far away! Or at least up to the common room." Then, Katie caught his eye, and motioned for him to come over. On wobbly knees, he obeyed.
"Harry, tell Cho about that game against Hufflepuff. You know, the one where the Snitch got snagged in Mary Floyd's broom?" Harry opened his mouth. This couldn't be any scarier than facing Voldemort. Besides, if he couldn't talk to his date, what was the point? Taking a deep breath, he launched into speech. By the end of his narrative, he had both girls almost in tears, they were laughing so hard. After Katie wiped her eyes, she told him he should be a stress reliever for panic-stricken Aurors.
"Well, K, I've got to get back to the Ravenclaw common room. It was nice talking to you." Katie nodded and started up the stairs to the girls' dormatories, leaving Harry alone with Cho. Harry clenched his fists. This was it.
"Cho." he said. "I was wondering if you had an escort to the Ball yet. You seem to be in high demand." She grinned. He was silently relieved.
"I don't, actually," she said.
"Would you like to come with me?" His whole heart felt like a jackhammer.
"It'd be great," she smiled. Harry couldn't believe his ears. "What color robes will you be wearing?" he asked, barely able to keep his cool.
"Purple. Royal purple." Cho said. "Harry, I'll see you around." She smiled once more, then stepped neatly out of the portrait hole. Harry sat into a chair, hard. He was going to the Ball with Cho. Cho Chang. Once it sunk in, he felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks.
Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk, writing in her neat, pointed handwriting. She was currently finishing her break period. In a few minutes, it would be time for her to relieve ten other tired teachers in recreating the light spell. In the mean time, she was grading homework. She had reached the bottom of the stack. The last one was Hermione Granger's, who had, of course, turned hers in first. Reaching the middle of the essay, Hermione's report on transfiguring fireflies into lanterns triggered something in McGonagall's brain. That's it! She thought. Walking very quickly (McGonagall NEVER ran) to Dumbledore's office, she gave the password. Reaching the office, she quickened her pace up the spiral staircase into the second tallest tower, where the other teachers worked doggedly in an enclosed glass chamber. Minerva made her way over to Professor Dumbledore, who was advising Professor Sprout on a garden charm. Explaining Hermione's idea to Dumbledore, his face lit up in a broad smile.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, clapping his hands for their attention. Each teacher looked up from his or her work to gaze at Dumbledore. "A plan has been proposed to me, and I believe it may work. The plan, proposed by Minerv-," He was interrupted by McGonagall, who said something to him in a low voice. "Suggested by Hermione Granger of Gryffindor-," He was interrupted again, this time by Severus Snape.
"Preposterous!" He said sharply. "You are proposing we use a STUDENT's plan, particularly one who is only in their sixth year? Ridiculous!" he finished, looking around at the other teachers.
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore said, his voice level. "I have some faith in Granger's plan, particularly because she is one of the brightest student Hogwarts has ever seen, or I wouldn't have even considered it. Miss Granger's essay recommended the use of Transfiguration to change a firefly into a lantern. This will be even better than a new spell, because a firefly supplies its own energy. The lanterns would not even require fuel, because a transfigured object, particularly an animal, is frozen in time until it is re transfigured. Yes, I believe Miss Granger has hit upon it. Now, because of the season, I don't believe we'll find fireflies around here. Hagrid, arrange to have a shipment of live fireflies delivered here."
He stopped talking, and the room buzzed excitedly. All the teachers remarked upon the excellent theory of Hermione Granger, who, they all claimed, was their brightest student except, of course, Snape. He was telling Professor Kettleburn how the Gryffindor house had never produced a great potions master.
"Oh, come off it, Severus," McGonagall interrupted him. "Now that we finally have a plan, we can all get some rest." There were murmurs of agreement from the other teachers. McGonagall looked pointedly at Snape, who turned on his heel and stalked away to his quarters.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was lecturing Harry on a topic he happened to find extremely boring. Having just uncovered this information from her readings, Hermione was talking on at a rapid pace, showing no signs of ending. Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder by a Hufflepuff fourth-year, who reported McGonagall would like to see Hermione in her office, immediately. Harry could have hugged the girl, who had saved him from having to listen to a long-winded "Hermione", as Ron referred to it as.
Harry turned his head to look around the common room. Ron and Seamus Finnigan were engaged in a heady battle of wizard's chess. Alicia Spinnet was deep in conversation with Angelina Johnson, and was smiling and gesturing excitedly. Another Quidditch star, Katie Bell, was chatting with a girl with a blond ponytail, whose face Harry couldn't quite see. When she turned, he caught a glimpse of her. It was Cho. Harry's head told him, "This is your chance!" His gut told him, "Run! Far away! Or at least up to the common room." Then, Katie caught his eye, and motioned for him to come over. On wobbly knees, he obeyed.
"Harry, tell Cho about that game against Hufflepuff. You know, the one where the Snitch got snagged in Mary Floyd's broom?" Harry opened his mouth. This couldn't be any scarier than facing Voldemort. Besides, if he couldn't talk to his date, what was the point? Taking a deep breath, he launched into speech. By the end of his narrative, he had both girls almost in tears, they were laughing so hard. After Katie wiped her eyes, she told him he should be a stress reliever for panic-stricken Aurors.
"Well, K, I've got to get back to the Ravenclaw common room. It was nice talking to you." Katie nodded and started up the stairs to the girls' dormatories, leaving Harry alone with Cho. Harry clenched his fists. This was it.
"Cho." he said. "I was wondering if you had an escort to the Ball yet. You seem to be in high demand." She grinned. He was silently relieved.
"I don't, actually," she said.
"Would you like to come with me?" His whole heart felt like a jackhammer.
"It'd be great," she smiled. Harry couldn't believe his ears. "What color robes will you be wearing?" he asked, barely able to keep his cool.
"Purple. Royal purple." Cho said. "Harry, I'll see you around." She smiled once more, then stepped neatly out of the portrait hole. Harry sat into a chair, hard. He was going to the Ball with Cho. Cho Chang. Once it sunk in, he felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks.