Disclaimer: Its pretty simple, anyone or thing that you recognise belongs
to J.K. I like to think that I own the plot though.
A/N: Here it is my first attempt at fan fiction. It stars my favourite couple George and Alicia. There are a lot of other couples in there too. I promise there'll be more fluff in this story than there is in my brother's belly button. Anyway, read on and please R&R. I'd love to hear from other G/A shippers!
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Chapter 1
Harry was in his fifth year at Hogwarts and it was late November. Voldemort was on the loose. There had been numerous stories of him terrorising wizards and muggles alike. Despite the turmoil everybody felt quite safe at Hogwarts. Obviously parents were thinking along the same lines because most students were being to stay at the school over the Christmas holidays. Most students meaning everyone that wasn't from Slytherin house. No doubt the Slytherins were all eager to observe the chaos and maybe even create some of their own.
At dinner one night Harry, Hermione and Ron sat patiently awaiting the appearance food. Other students, who were already annoyed at having to stay over the holidays, became quickly disgruntled at the lack of food.
"Maybe the house elves are on strike!" Hermione said gleefully.
"Doubt it," said Ron as his stomach rumbled noisily.
"Look, Dumbledore's about to speak!" Neville pointed.
Sure enough Dumbledore's voice spoke out over the hungry student. "A bit of quiet, students!"
The Great Hall fell silent immediately. All faces turned to the silver bearded headmaster.
"This had better be worth holding up dinner," Fred Weasley complained. Angelina Johnson elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"I just have a quick announcement to make before we can commence dinner," Dumbledore's voice echoed off the walls. This drew a collective groan from the student body.
"I hope nothing's wrong," Hermione suddenly looked worried.
"As you have all noticed be now, three quarters of the school will be staying for the upcoming Christmas holidays, in an effort to keep your spirits up I have decided to hold a Yule Ball. Just like the one held during the Triwizard Tournament."
The Hall erupted with excited whispers. Everyone seemed happy about the prospect except Harry, Ron and Hermione. The last Yule Ball had been memorable for them as well but for all the wrong reasons.
Ron shot Hermione a surreptitious look. As of late the two had been getting on really well. Another Yule Ball was the last thing they needed.
Harry almost found himself wanting to return to the Dursley's for Christmas. Almost. The smiles on his peer's faces made him squirm uneasily. Who would he go with this time? The look Parvati was giving him made him certain she was out of the question. Cho. Harry didn't even want to think about Cho. She hadn't returned to Hogwarts after the summer holidays. The rumour throughout the school was that she had transferred to Beauxbatons. Too many bad memories at Hogwarts apparently.
"There's more," Dumbledore continued, silencing the eager murmurs, "as a bit of a change the female students will be required to ask the their preferred male to accompany them."
The Hall instantly filled with displeased female voices.
"That's ridiculous!" Angelina protested.
"How can they expect us to ask?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Ron commented to Harry and Hermione.
"You can't be serious!" Hermione glared at him.
"Maybe you could invite Vicky. I'm sure he'd come back if you asked him nicely enough."
"How many times do I have to tell you? Viktor and I are just friends!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Pretty cosy friends."
"It's just not right," Angelina grumbled.
"Sounds like fun to me. I can't wait," Fred said as he reached his hand towards a plate of baked potatoes that had just appeared. He withdrew it quickly as Angelina angrily pierced a potato with her fork.
Harry couldn't see why Angelina was so peeved; she could just ask Fred. Harry on the other hand would have to wait for a girl to ask him. What if no one ended up asking him at all? After all he wasn't school champion this time.
Little did Harry know he needn't worry, a certain red haired girl was shyly eyeing him from across the table.
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A/N: So what did you think? I forgot to mention that I'm Australian so I apologise if the characters aren't very British. Please take 5 seconds to review. By the way I only want constructive criticism!
A/N: Here it is my first attempt at fan fiction. It stars my favourite couple George and Alicia. There are a lot of other couples in there too. I promise there'll be more fluff in this story than there is in my brother's belly button. Anyway, read on and please R&R. I'd love to hear from other G/A shippers!
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Chapter 1
Harry was in his fifth year at Hogwarts and it was late November. Voldemort was on the loose. There had been numerous stories of him terrorising wizards and muggles alike. Despite the turmoil everybody felt quite safe at Hogwarts. Obviously parents were thinking along the same lines because most students were being to stay at the school over the Christmas holidays. Most students meaning everyone that wasn't from Slytherin house. No doubt the Slytherins were all eager to observe the chaos and maybe even create some of their own.
At dinner one night Harry, Hermione and Ron sat patiently awaiting the appearance food. Other students, who were already annoyed at having to stay over the holidays, became quickly disgruntled at the lack of food.
"Maybe the house elves are on strike!" Hermione said gleefully.
"Doubt it," said Ron as his stomach rumbled noisily.
"Look, Dumbledore's about to speak!" Neville pointed.
Sure enough Dumbledore's voice spoke out over the hungry student. "A bit of quiet, students!"
The Great Hall fell silent immediately. All faces turned to the silver bearded headmaster.
"This had better be worth holding up dinner," Fred Weasley complained. Angelina Johnson elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"I just have a quick announcement to make before we can commence dinner," Dumbledore's voice echoed off the walls. This drew a collective groan from the student body.
"I hope nothing's wrong," Hermione suddenly looked worried.
"As you have all noticed be now, three quarters of the school will be staying for the upcoming Christmas holidays, in an effort to keep your spirits up I have decided to hold a Yule Ball. Just like the one held during the Triwizard Tournament."
The Hall erupted with excited whispers. Everyone seemed happy about the prospect except Harry, Ron and Hermione. The last Yule Ball had been memorable for them as well but for all the wrong reasons.
Ron shot Hermione a surreptitious look. As of late the two had been getting on really well. Another Yule Ball was the last thing they needed.
Harry almost found himself wanting to return to the Dursley's for Christmas. Almost. The smiles on his peer's faces made him squirm uneasily. Who would he go with this time? The look Parvati was giving him made him certain she was out of the question. Cho. Harry didn't even want to think about Cho. She hadn't returned to Hogwarts after the summer holidays. The rumour throughout the school was that she had transferred to Beauxbatons. Too many bad memories at Hogwarts apparently.
"There's more," Dumbledore continued, silencing the eager murmurs, "as a bit of a change the female students will be required to ask the their preferred male to accompany them."
The Hall instantly filled with displeased female voices.
"That's ridiculous!" Angelina protested.
"How can they expect us to ask?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Ron commented to Harry and Hermione.
"You can't be serious!" Hermione glared at him.
"Maybe you could invite Vicky. I'm sure he'd come back if you asked him nicely enough."
"How many times do I have to tell you? Viktor and I are just friends!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Pretty cosy friends."
"It's just not right," Angelina grumbled.
"Sounds like fun to me. I can't wait," Fred said as he reached his hand towards a plate of baked potatoes that had just appeared. He withdrew it quickly as Angelina angrily pierced a potato with her fork.
Harry couldn't see why Angelina was so peeved; she could just ask Fred. Harry on the other hand would have to wait for a girl to ask him. What if no one ended up asking him at all? After all he wasn't school champion this time.
Little did Harry know he needn't worry, a certain red haired girl was shyly eyeing him from across the table.
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A/N: So what did you think? I forgot to mention that I'm Australian so I apologise if the characters aren't very British. Please take 5 seconds to review. By the way I only want constructive criticism!