A/N: Hooray, I've reached thirteen! My goal is for 40, so pleeeeease review! P.S. Oops, I made a mistake: Cho has black hair, not blonde! So here it is:
Chapter Five: The Yule Ball
The next four days flew by for Harry, although he saw little of Hermione. One of the only times he saw her was in Potions, and even that was little more than a glimpse. She had adopted the habit of scurrying in a few seconds before the bell sounded. By then, all the seats near the front had been taken and she took the one at the very back by the door. After class she would scurry out again and Harry wouldn't see her until Divination. The small voice in his head whispered that she was avoiding him...
Meanwhile, thoughts about the Yule Ball raced around Harry's head. He felt a nagging guilt at the back of his mind. Cho had agreed to go to the Yule Ball with him, but didn't kissing Hermione make a difference? Harry sighed. He never knew what girls would think next.
What would he wear? What would Cho be wearing? His bottle green robes had grown short at the sleeves, so he traded them for a dark emerald. Cho had said she would wear royal purple. Harry decided he'd purchase a white wrist corsage for her. White was always safe.
The morning of the Yule Ball, Harry woke up with knots in his stomach. He jumped out of bed and got into the shower. By nine, he was showered and had thrown on an old robe. He ate little of his scrambled eggs at breakfast.
As four o' clock rolled around, Harry almost couldn't see for nervousness. He went upstairs and pulled on his dress robes. He ran a comb through his hair, along with some SMOOTHwizard gel.
At 4:56, Harry couldn't stand waiting anymore. He straightened his robes, and strode out of the portrait hole. Arriving at the Great Hall a few minutes later, he found the party had just gotten into swing. Turning around and around, he tried to catch a glimpse of Cho. Suddenly he saw her.
She was wearing royal purple, just as she had said. Harry gulped; the robe was completely sheer. Underneath the floaty purple overrobe, she wore a sparkly silver spaghetti strap dress that ended half a foot below her thighs. Her eyes sparkled silver. Her lips were colored a deep plum. The long, straight, jet-black hair that normally brushed her lower back was gathered in loose ringlets at the crown of her head. The end of each had been dipped in silver glitter.
Spotting Harry, she sauntered up to him on her three inch silver platform sandals.
"What do you think?" she questioned him, spinning on her heels. Harry's eyes boggled. There was no back to the dress.
"Super," he somehow managed to get out smoothly. "Want to dance?" Harry's brain screamed at him, "What are you doing blockhead? But his traitor hands took Cho's, and they started whirling slowly around the dance floor. Glancing to the side, Harry had the satisfaction of seeing Draco Malfoy staring at him openmouthed as Pansy Parkinson dragged impatiently at his arm. The dancing went on, and Harry looked down at Cho's enormous brown eyes and felt something inside of him flare.
His stomach dropped as he spotted Hermione at the side wearing robes of pure, glimmering white. But when Cho's body brushed his own, the familiar fire between his legs suddenly got all the more intense.
The dance wore on for two more hours, when suddenly, Harry felt Cho's hand on his shoulder.
"Wanna go?" she murmured low, flashing him a grin.
"Sure," he said. "I've had enough."
They strode down the dim halls. Harry glanced at Cho, then suddenly pulled her into an empty classroom. She leaned against him, hands on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she put her hands on his shoulders. He put his hand up the slit in her robes and pushed her gently down onto the couch in the corner. Pulling the sheer purple robe off, Harry slid his hand under the straps of her tight, silver dress. He pulled the top of it down slowly. Her breasts were snowy white and perfect. Almost automatically, his mouth went to her breast, tongue circling it gently.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Hermione stared at the scene before her. Cho Chang was naked to the waist, and Harry's mouth was on her breasts.
Harry looked up with horror. Hermione stood in the doorway, her snowy robes torn and bloodied. Her face was tearstained.
"Hermione-" he said, before she exploded.
"Where's the Harry that said he would always be there for me?" she screamed at him, sobbing.
"Who did this to you?" he cried, leaping up. Her only answer was to turn and run down the hall. He took off after her, but lost her in the maze of corridors.
All he could do was go to the common room and stare at the ceiling, sick with guilt and worry. Ron came in at midnight, looking grave.
"Filch raped her." He explained softly when Harry asked him frantically. "They found her outside. She's in the hospital wing. Harry turned away. Ron sat down next to him and slung an arm around him as they suffered silently together.
Chapter Five: The Yule Ball
The next four days flew by for Harry, although he saw little of Hermione. One of the only times he saw her was in Potions, and even that was little more than a glimpse. She had adopted the habit of scurrying in a few seconds before the bell sounded. By then, all the seats near the front had been taken and she took the one at the very back by the door. After class she would scurry out again and Harry wouldn't see her until Divination. The small voice in his head whispered that she was avoiding him...
Meanwhile, thoughts about the Yule Ball raced around Harry's head. He felt a nagging guilt at the back of his mind. Cho had agreed to go to the Yule Ball with him, but didn't kissing Hermione make a difference? Harry sighed. He never knew what girls would think next.
What would he wear? What would Cho be wearing? His bottle green robes had grown short at the sleeves, so he traded them for a dark emerald. Cho had said she would wear royal purple. Harry decided he'd purchase a white wrist corsage for her. White was always safe.
The morning of the Yule Ball, Harry woke up with knots in his stomach. He jumped out of bed and got into the shower. By nine, he was showered and had thrown on an old robe. He ate little of his scrambled eggs at breakfast.
As four o' clock rolled around, Harry almost couldn't see for nervousness. He went upstairs and pulled on his dress robes. He ran a comb through his hair, along with some SMOOTHwizard gel.
At 4:56, Harry couldn't stand waiting anymore. He straightened his robes, and strode out of the portrait hole. Arriving at the Great Hall a few minutes later, he found the party had just gotten into swing. Turning around and around, he tried to catch a glimpse of Cho. Suddenly he saw her.
She was wearing royal purple, just as she had said. Harry gulped; the robe was completely sheer. Underneath the floaty purple overrobe, she wore a sparkly silver spaghetti strap dress that ended half a foot below her thighs. Her eyes sparkled silver. Her lips were colored a deep plum. The long, straight, jet-black hair that normally brushed her lower back was gathered in loose ringlets at the crown of her head. The end of each had been dipped in silver glitter.
Spotting Harry, she sauntered up to him on her three inch silver platform sandals.
"What do you think?" she questioned him, spinning on her heels. Harry's eyes boggled. There was no back to the dress.
"Super," he somehow managed to get out smoothly. "Want to dance?" Harry's brain screamed at him, "What are you doing blockhead? But his traitor hands took Cho's, and they started whirling slowly around the dance floor. Glancing to the side, Harry had the satisfaction of seeing Draco Malfoy staring at him openmouthed as Pansy Parkinson dragged impatiently at his arm. The dancing went on, and Harry looked down at Cho's enormous brown eyes and felt something inside of him flare.
His stomach dropped as he spotted Hermione at the side wearing robes of pure, glimmering white. But when Cho's body brushed his own, the familiar fire between his legs suddenly got all the more intense.
The dance wore on for two more hours, when suddenly, Harry felt Cho's hand on his shoulder.
"Wanna go?" she murmured low, flashing him a grin.
"Sure," he said. "I've had enough."
They strode down the dim halls. Harry glanced at Cho, then suddenly pulled her into an empty classroom. She leaned against him, hands on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she put her hands on his shoulders. He put his hand up the slit in her robes and pushed her gently down onto the couch in the corner. Pulling the sheer purple robe off, Harry slid his hand under the straps of her tight, silver dress. He pulled the top of it down slowly. Her breasts were snowy white and perfect. Almost automatically, his mouth went to her breast, tongue circling it gently.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Hermione stared at the scene before her. Cho Chang was naked to the waist, and Harry's mouth was on her breasts.
Harry looked up with horror. Hermione stood in the doorway, her snowy robes torn and bloodied. Her face was tearstained.
"Hermione-" he said, before she exploded.
"Where's the Harry that said he would always be there for me?" she screamed at him, sobbing.
"Who did this to you?" he cried, leaping up. Her only answer was to turn and run down the hall. He took off after her, but lost her in the maze of corridors.
All he could do was go to the common room and stare at the ceiling, sick with guilt and worry. Ron came in at midnight, looking grave.
"Filch raped her." He explained softly when Harry asked him frantically. "They found her outside. She's in the hospital wing. Harry turned away. Ron sat down next to him and slung an arm around him as they suffered silently together.