Disclaimers: See first chapter. I'm not writing it out however many times.
A/N: *........* show someone writing something.
Chapter 2 of 'Writing and Dancing'
* Dear Virginia,
You're probably wondering who this is. Well, it's Draco, Rachel's cousin. I was wondering of you were going to the ball with anyone?*
Oh bloody hell, how bad is that? How the hell and I supposed to write something like this? I'm going to sleep. That might help.
Griffindor Common Room, Next Morning x-x
"Who you taking to the ball Ron?" Fred asked his younger brother.
"I was thinking about asking Herm," Ron answered, while blushing furiously. "Who you taking? Angelina?"
"Nah. George beat me to the punch. I'm taking Alicia."
"Oh." Just then, Ron noticed Hermione come through the portrait hole. "I'll talk to you later," he told Fred, and went over to Hermione.
"Hello Hermione, and don't you look lovely today?"
"I'm not going to do your Potions homework," she told him quickly.
"No, Herm, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ball with me?" They both stood silently for a second.
"Sure, I'll go to the ball with you." Ron let go of the breath he was unknowingly holding. "Have you seen Harry?" Ron shook his head.
"I'll see you later Herm. I haven't had breakfast yet." Ron left, blushing furiously.
Hermione shook her head and walked over to Ginny. "Hey Ginny. Who'd you get the letter from?" Ginny looked at Hermione.
"A guy, asking me if I wanted to go to the ball with him. You look happy. What's happened? Snape died?"
"No. Ron asked me to the ball." There was a loud bang behind them. The girls turned around to see that Harry had dropped parchments, books and quills on the floor. "Are you ok?" Hermione asked him.
"Um... yeah... I'm fine."
~-~ But I could see that he wasn't fine. Harry and I had gotten close over the holidays as I didn't like him that way any longer, and he had told me that he liked Hermione, 'more than just a friend'.
"Harry, do you want to come to breakfast with me?" I ask the crestfallen boy that stood in front of me.
"Sure." We both clear up his mess, and start for breakfast.
"Harry, don't feel bad. Ron had only just asked Herm a minute before you arrived. Don't be angry." It's then I see his eyes. He was about to cry. "Let's get into this room here." We go into an empty classroom, and Harry opens the floodgates. I have never seen a guy cry so much. I just give him a sisterly hug. After a minute or so, he clams down. "Come on, let's go and eat. You need to drink something. Crying takes a lot out of a person."
"Virginia, will you go to the ball with me?"
"Harry, I can't. Someone's already asked me," I tell him.
"Who? If it's Neville I'll wring his neck!"
"Harry!" I exclaim. "Listen, don't get angry. I'm going with Dray as a favour for Ray," I cover. I see his eyes turn a dark green. "Harry, come on. We need breakfast. Don't start crying again. That won't impress all the gorgeous girls you can get!" He looks ta me, all red and puffy, and smiles.
"You're right Gin. Let's get breakfast!"
The Great Hall -~-
"I hope she got the letter," I tell Ray.
"Here she is now," Ray tells me.
"With Pot-head. His eyes look awfully puffy. Ray, can you...?"
"I'll find out, your Highness." It's so much fun having minions, I mean, Friends who can get me information.
"What should I go as?" I ask Rachel, after eating a piece of toast.
"I don't know! Go as Dracula, or Christian from 'Moulin Rouge'." I look at her.
"Who's Christian?" I ask.
"He's the guy who falls in love with Satine, the character that Tân is going as." I mull over this information.
"What does he wear?"
"A muggle suit and a top hat. He looks quite cute." Rachel stands up. "Oh and Dray, don't gel your hair back. Tân likes it loose." And with that she goes over to Tân. I see them talking, then Tân smiling and nodding, whilst Pot-head looked over at me maliciously. Then Ray comes back over at me. "Tân got the letter and she would be glad to go to the ball with you." Woo hoo! Me one, Potty nil! I start doing a victory dance, then I remember that I'm in the Great Hall eating breakfast.
~-~ "Harry, what are you looking at?" I ask.
"The two luckiest sods in the world." I think over that for a second.
"Harry think of it this way, for one dance, Ron and Hermione have to dance with either a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. If you find a nice girl from a different house you wouldn't have to dance with anyone else!"
"I suppose so. But Gin, why Malfoy? Why not Neville or Seamus?" I smile.
"I happen to know that a certain Slytherin has a crush on me." Harry stares at me.
"No way!" I nod. "No way! A Malfoy liking a Weasley? No way!"
"Keep your voice down! I supposedly *don't* know. So no telling Ron!"
"No telling me what?" I hear a voice behind me ask.
"Nothing," I lie. Harry's staring at Ron, like he's willing him to keel over and die.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asks over the top of my head.
"Nothing," he lies, with venom dripping off his every word.
"What is wrong with you two? I know! Harry's asked you to the dance." I shake my head. "Well what then?"
"It's nothing Ron. Don't worry about Harry. He's just daydreaming." Ron nods his head, and leaves.
"Come on Harry. Go over and ask one of the Ravenclaw clan. The girls are really nice. Oh yeah! If you see Ffion, tell her to meet me in the library at half twelve." Harry nods.
"Thanks for helping Gin." I finish my toast and leave the Great Hall.
The Library, 10 am x-x
"All in favour of helping each other?" A resounding 'Aye' was heard. "Anyone against?" There was silence in the group of guys. Colin looked around at his cohorts, Ben, a Hufflepuff, and Jack, a Ravenclaw, the heart- throb of the year.
"Right, what are...?" Just then Draco walked over.
"I need your help. I beg you. Please!"
"Why should we help a Slytherin who picked on us until the start of the year?" Colin asked. Colin had changed over the holidays. He was now the same height as Draco (6'0") and he now had muscles. But he still loved his camera (he named his newest camera Imogen).
"Because I want to make a good impression at the ball." They look at him. "And I'll pay you five galleons each."
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OK. There's the second chapter. Thanks to the three people who reviewed (oh yeah, 'me', you can have whatever opinion to my fic, just tell me whatever you didn't like). Review! Please, please, review!
A/N: *........* show someone writing something.
Chapter 2 of 'Writing and Dancing'
* Dear Virginia,
You're probably wondering who this is. Well, it's Draco, Rachel's cousin. I was wondering of you were going to the ball with anyone?*
Oh bloody hell, how bad is that? How the hell and I supposed to write something like this? I'm going to sleep. That might help.
Griffindor Common Room, Next Morning x-x
"Who you taking to the ball Ron?" Fred asked his younger brother.
"I was thinking about asking Herm," Ron answered, while blushing furiously. "Who you taking? Angelina?"
"Nah. George beat me to the punch. I'm taking Alicia."
"Oh." Just then, Ron noticed Hermione come through the portrait hole. "I'll talk to you later," he told Fred, and went over to Hermione.
"Hello Hermione, and don't you look lovely today?"
"I'm not going to do your Potions homework," she told him quickly.
"No, Herm, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ball with me?" They both stood silently for a second.
"Sure, I'll go to the ball with you." Ron let go of the breath he was unknowingly holding. "Have you seen Harry?" Ron shook his head.
"I'll see you later Herm. I haven't had breakfast yet." Ron left, blushing furiously.
Hermione shook her head and walked over to Ginny. "Hey Ginny. Who'd you get the letter from?" Ginny looked at Hermione.
"A guy, asking me if I wanted to go to the ball with him. You look happy. What's happened? Snape died?"
"No. Ron asked me to the ball." There was a loud bang behind them. The girls turned around to see that Harry had dropped parchments, books and quills on the floor. "Are you ok?" Hermione asked him.
"Um... yeah... I'm fine."
~-~ But I could see that he wasn't fine. Harry and I had gotten close over the holidays as I didn't like him that way any longer, and he had told me that he liked Hermione, 'more than just a friend'.
"Harry, do you want to come to breakfast with me?" I ask the crestfallen boy that stood in front of me.
"Sure." We both clear up his mess, and start for breakfast.
"Harry, don't feel bad. Ron had only just asked Herm a minute before you arrived. Don't be angry." It's then I see his eyes. He was about to cry. "Let's get into this room here." We go into an empty classroom, and Harry opens the floodgates. I have never seen a guy cry so much. I just give him a sisterly hug. After a minute or so, he clams down. "Come on, let's go and eat. You need to drink something. Crying takes a lot out of a person."
"Virginia, will you go to the ball with me?"
"Harry, I can't. Someone's already asked me," I tell him.
"Who? If it's Neville I'll wring his neck!"
"Harry!" I exclaim. "Listen, don't get angry. I'm going with Dray as a favour for Ray," I cover. I see his eyes turn a dark green. "Harry, come on. We need breakfast. Don't start crying again. That won't impress all the gorgeous girls you can get!" He looks ta me, all red and puffy, and smiles.
"You're right Gin. Let's get breakfast!"
The Great Hall -~-
"I hope she got the letter," I tell Ray.
"Here she is now," Ray tells me.
"With Pot-head. His eyes look awfully puffy. Ray, can you...?"
"I'll find out, your Highness." It's so much fun having minions, I mean, Friends who can get me information.
"What should I go as?" I ask Rachel, after eating a piece of toast.
"I don't know! Go as Dracula, or Christian from 'Moulin Rouge'." I look at her.
"Who's Christian?" I ask.
"He's the guy who falls in love with Satine, the character that Tân is going as." I mull over this information.
"What does he wear?"
"A muggle suit and a top hat. He looks quite cute." Rachel stands up. "Oh and Dray, don't gel your hair back. Tân likes it loose." And with that she goes over to Tân. I see them talking, then Tân smiling and nodding, whilst Pot-head looked over at me maliciously. Then Ray comes back over at me. "Tân got the letter and she would be glad to go to the ball with you." Woo hoo! Me one, Potty nil! I start doing a victory dance, then I remember that I'm in the Great Hall eating breakfast.
~-~ "Harry, what are you looking at?" I ask.
"The two luckiest sods in the world." I think over that for a second.
"Harry think of it this way, for one dance, Ron and Hermione have to dance with either a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. If you find a nice girl from a different house you wouldn't have to dance with anyone else!"
"I suppose so. But Gin, why Malfoy? Why not Neville or Seamus?" I smile.
"I happen to know that a certain Slytherin has a crush on me." Harry stares at me.
"No way!" I nod. "No way! A Malfoy liking a Weasley? No way!"
"Keep your voice down! I supposedly *don't* know. So no telling Ron!"
"No telling me what?" I hear a voice behind me ask.
"Nothing," I lie. Harry's staring at Ron, like he's willing him to keel over and die.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asks over the top of my head.
"Nothing," he lies, with venom dripping off his every word.
"What is wrong with you two? I know! Harry's asked you to the dance." I shake my head. "Well what then?"
"It's nothing Ron. Don't worry about Harry. He's just daydreaming." Ron nods his head, and leaves.
"Come on Harry. Go over and ask one of the Ravenclaw clan. The girls are really nice. Oh yeah! If you see Ffion, tell her to meet me in the library at half twelve." Harry nods.
"Thanks for helping Gin." I finish my toast and leave the Great Hall.
The Library, 10 am x-x
"All in favour of helping each other?" A resounding 'Aye' was heard. "Anyone against?" There was silence in the group of guys. Colin looked around at his cohorts, Ben, a Hufflepuff, and Jack, a Ravenclaw, the heart- throb of the year.
"Right, what are...?" Just then Draco walked over.
"I need your help. I beg you. Please!"
"Why should we help a Slytherin who picked on us until the start of the year?" Colin asked. Colin had changed over the holidays. He was now the same height as Draco (6'0") and he now had muscles. But he still loved his camera (he named his newest camera Imogen).
"Because I want to make a good impression at the ball." They look at him. "And I'll pay you five galleons each."
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OK. There's the second chapter. Thanks to the three people who reviewed (oh yeah, 'me', you can have whatever opinion to my fic, just tell me whatever you didn't like). Review! Please, please, review!