New Girl
Disclaimer: None of these belong to me, except the plot, Amyza Heidi and Heju.
Chapter 11 - The ball
At last, the long wait is over, a 16th century princess in a gold mask came out, along with a maiden in red and a white mask, and a Japanese in blue, with a blue mask on. The boys, Draco, as Romeo, took the princess's hand, Harry, as Tamahome, took the maiden in red's hand, and lastly Ron, in a dark blue kimono, as a Japanese took the other Japanese's hand.
Everyone (almost) could figure out that the 16th century Juliet is Ginny, due to her red hair, and the fact that Draco's silver blond hair is noticeable to anybody. Both Harry and Amyza had dyed their hair, so not a lot of people could see if it's Harry or not and both of them wore red.
"Who's the people dressed as Japanese?" whispered someone in a black mask. "That one is obviously Ron Weasley, but who's he with?"
Ron's red hair stand out in his Japanese costume, but no one could determine who's he's going with.
"No one figured out who I am," Hermione giggled.
"Guess people can figure out once you talk," Ginny interrupted. The tables at the Great Hall are no longer arranged in the usual manner, with the houses. but instead, took a lot of spaces, where six people can have one table. Ginny, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Amyza took a table all for themselves.
Indeed people are already suspicious that the dark-haired girl is none other than Hermione, thanks to her voice. People kept whispering, where the hell is Harry Potter and his date. Hearing that, Amyza laughed softly while Harry chuckled. The mask that he wore succesfully covered his scar.
"Welcome to the Masquerade Ball, students, I trust none of you know each other, except your partner, and of course, yourself, by the way, nice costumes, Mr. Potter and Miss Heidi," Dumbledore announced, without looking at both Amyza and Harry.
"Crap, how'd he found out that it's us?" Harry whispered.
"Maybe he asked Madame Malkins about our costumes, so that he knows," Amyza answered quietly.
"Dumbledore always knew what's going on around Hogwarts, the old man's probably psychic or something," Draco interrupted.
"He's probably a better Seer than that old fraud," Hermione added.
"If he's the better Seer, he should be our Divination teacher, instead of the old bat who doesn't want to come down because it clouds her Inner Eye," Ron interrupted.
"Well, the old fraud predicted that Voldemort came back to power once," Harry answered, everyone at the table, except Amyza who didn't know that You-Know-Who's real name is Voldemort flinched.
"God Harry, couldn't you use You-Know-Who!" Ron muttered.
"And she's right, he was rising at that time, with the help of Wormtail and some other deatheaters," Draco answered, knowing full well about Death Eaters. "Thank god we replenish them all, while some were already thrown off to Azkaban,"
Draco and Harry were part of The Order of the Phoenix, though Harry didn't know that Draco's actually siding them, because Draco worked alongside Professor Snape instead of with Dumbledore.
"But remember, Draco, we haven't found Voldemort yet, wherever he is," Harry reasoned.
"Nor can we find my 'father', I guess they are together at the moment," Draco answered. "Forget Voldemort, the reason we came here is to have fun, let's dance, Ginny,"
Draco took Ginny's hand, and walked towards the dance floor. The music was fast, so, Draco whirled her around in a fast beat. Ron and Hermione joined afterwards. Meanwhile, at the table...
"Do you want to dance?" Amyza asked Harry.
Harry shook his head, instead he asked, "You didn't seem frightened by Voldemort,"
"He was way too far for Japanese Ministry of Magic to be afraid off, and besides, I don't even know Voldemort is You-Know-Who's name, my parents doesn't want to know, and at that time, I myself, don't want to know, c'mon, Harry, forget Voldemort for the moment, let's dance," said Amyza, and grabbed Harry towards the dancefloor.
The song switched to a slow song, very slow in fact, that only couples stayed behind to dance. Ginny pressed herself against Draco, while Ron and Hermione acted as if there's no one in the dancefloor existed except themselves.
'I wish this moment will freeze,' Harry thought, as they gently swayed according to the rhythm of the music.
"I wouldn't want that, that will be pretty cold, don't ya think?" Amyza asked. Harry blushed, he forgot that Amyza could read other people's thoughts.
"Sorry, forgot that you could read my mind," Harry answered, grinning.
Disclaimer: None of these belong to me, except the plot, Amyza Heidi and Heju.
Chapter 11 - The ball
At last, the long wait is over, a 16th century princess in a gold mask came out, along with a maiden in red and a white mask, and a Japanese in blue, with a blue mask on. The boys, Draco, as Romeo, took the princess's hand, Harry, as Tamahome, took the maiden in red's hand, and lastly Ron, in a dark blue kimono, as a Japanese took the other Japanese's hand.
Everyone (almost) could figure out that the 16th century Juliet is Ginny, due to her red hair, and the fact that Draco's silver blond hair is noticeable to anybody. Both Harry and Amyza had dyed their hair, so not a lot of people could see if it's Harry or not and both of them wore red.
"Who's the people dressed as Japanese?" whispered someone in a black mask. "That one is obviously Ron Weasley, but who's he with?"
Ron's red hair stand out in his Japanese costume, but no one could determine who's he's going with.
"No one figured out who I am," Hermione giggled.
"Guess people can figure out once you talk," Ginny interrupted. The tables at the Great Hall are no longer arranged in the usual manner, with the houses. but instead, took a lot of spaces, where six people can have one table. Ginny, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Amyza took a table all for themselves.
Indeed people are already suspicious that the dark-haired girl is none other than Hermione, thanks to her voice. People kept whispering, where the hell is Harry Potter and his date. Hearing that, Amyza laughed softly while Harry chuckled. The mask that he wore succesfully covered his scar.
"Welcome to the Masquerade Ball, students, I trust none of you know each other, except your partner, and of course, yourself, by the way, nice costumes, Mr. Potter and Miss Heidi," Dumbledore announced, without looking at both Amyza and Harry.
"Crap, how'd he found out that it's us?" Harry whispered.
"Maybe he asked Madame Malkins about our costumes, so that he knows," Amyza answered quietly.
"Dumbledore always knew what's going on around Hogwarts, the old man's probably psychic or something," Draco interrupted.
"He's probably a better Seer than that old fraud," Hermione added.
"If he's the better Seer, he should be our Divination teacher, instead of the old bat who doesn't want to come down because it clouds her Inner Eye," Ron interrupted.
"Well, the old fraud predicted that Voldemort came back to power once," Harry answered, everyone at the table, except Amyza who didn't know that You-Know-Who's real name is Voldemort flinched.
"God Harry, couldn't you use You-Know-Who!" Ron muttered.
"And she's right, he was rising at that time, with the help of Wormtail and some other deatheaters," Draco answered, knowing full well about Death Eaters. "Thank god we replenish them all, while some were already thrown off to Azkaban,"
Draco and Harry were part of The Order of the Phoenix, though Harry didn't know that Draco's actually siding them, because Draco worked alongside Professor Snape instead of with Dumbledore.
"But remember, Draco, we haven't found Voldemort yet, wherever he is," Harry reasoned.
"Nor can we find my 'father', I guess they are together at the moment," Draco answered. "Forget Voldemort, the reason we came here is to have fun, let's dance, Ginny,"
Draco took Ginny's hand, and walked towards the dance floor. The music was fast, so, Draco whirled her around in a fast beat. Ron and Hermione joined afterwards. Meanwhile, at the table...
"Do you want to dance?" Amyza asked Harry.
Harry shook his head, instead he asked, "You didn't seem frightened by Voldemort,"
"He was way too far for Japanese Ministry of Magic to be afraid off, and besides, I don't even know Voldemort is You-Know-Who's name, my parents doesn't want to know, and at that time, I myself, don't want to know, c'mon, Harry, forget Voldemort for the moment, let's dance," said Amyza, and grabbed Harry towards the dancefloor.
The song switched to a slow song, very slow in fact, that only couples stayed behind to dance. Ginny pressed herself against Draco, while Ron and Hermione acted as if there's no one in the dancefloor existed except themselves.
'I wish this moment will freeze,' Harry thought, as they gently swayed according to the rhythm of the music.
"I wouldn't want that, that will be pretty cold, don't ya think?" Amyza asked. Harry blushed, he forgot that Amyza could read other people's thoughts.
"Sorry, forgot that you could read my mind," Harry answered, grinning.