Hey Everyone! Sorry about the delay! I had a severe case of J.K. Rowling Syndrome (AKA: Writer's Block), which in fact, I still have! So, I'm apologizing beforehand if this chapter stinks. Ok? Anyway…I GOT 54 REVIEWS! I'm so happy! Only 6 more until 60! Keep them comin'!

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Jaffacake: Don't worry, lots more P. Weezy for this chapter! Isn't that just the best movie ever? It's best in Italian!

DarkAngelGirl: It was about time for Neville to get what he deserves! I mean that in a good way!

Lyn Black: I have a feeling that The Calling is going to be a running joke in this fic, along with Ferret World! Super Hermione has plenty more weaknesses to write about!

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Disclaimer: It's not mine…. Duh. If it were I wouldn't be writing a fanfic.

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Chapter Thirteen

Harry Potter was freaking out. It was a week after Halloween and he hadn't even written a Halloween chapter! And he had so many ideas for it too! Oh well…he'd just write it anyway.

Chapter Thirteen:

The Belated Ball

It was at approximately 2:00 AM when Hermione zoomed through the common room on her broom screaming the words 'November'. This lasted about 20 minutes until someone threw a mood ring at her. She immediately stopped and stared at the ring in awe. "Such…pretty…colors…" she cooed. Harry slowly approached her and gingerly took away the ring. Hermione snapped back to reality instantly. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" she screamed. "YOU KNOW ONE OF MY MAJOR WEAKNESSES ARE HEAT-SENSING OBJECTS!"

"Calm down Hermione," said Ron quietly, "Just explain to us what happened."

"Well," began Hermione while taking a deep breath, "I was busy rescuing a couple kids from a burning building when I took a look at their scorched calendar. Today is November 4th…we completely forgot about Halloween." At this announcement all chaos broke loose.

"We missed mischief night???" crowed the Weasley twins in unison.

"Yes, I'm afraid that this could only be the cause of one man," whispered Hermione.

"Who?" said the Gryffindors although they were afraid that they already knew. "Was it…You-Know-Who?"

"No," said Hermione gravely, "The guy who made our calendar skipped the month of October. What we must do is make everything right and throw a Halloween ball."

"How would a dance help anything?" butted in Harry.

"SILENCE! You know I'm the brains of this group!" proclaimed Hermione. Harry had forgotten how cranky she was after a rescue.

"Now listen up, this is what we'll do…" said Hermione with the rest crowded around her.

Harry chuckled. Hermione did seem to have an answer for everything. He made a mental note to buy a whole box of mood rings for Hermione's birthday.

About two days later the whole school was in swing getting ready for the ball. The Ravenclaws were transfiguring teacups into pumpkins and the Hufflepuffs were trying to help, despite the fact that all their pumpkins still had handles. The Sythrins were being very top secret about their costumes and the Grffyindors were helping decorate. The big ball would be the next day so everybody had to get his or her costumes ready.

On the night of the ball Harry waited impatiently for Ron and Hermione so they could go ahead and head on down to the great hall. His costume was what he called the "Quidditch Accident" costume. It was a broom that appeared to be lodged through his stomach (much like those arrow hat things). He thought this was very clever and would for sure win him first place but he knew that the others would have something amazing, considering how long it took them to get ready.

Harry decided that that was a stroke of pure genius and jotted down a note to remember that for next year's costume.

A loud thud let Harry know that one of them was finally ready. Ron came down the stairs wrapped in a large ball of gold foil with silver wings. "What the heck is that supposed to be?" asked Harry while stifling a laugh.

"I'm a golden snitch you imbecile!" said Ron with a huff. "I'll have you know that this is imported foil made of pure gold!"

"Whatever," sighed Harry, "Do you know what Hermione's coming as?"

"Probably a giant book," smirked Ron. At the very mention of her name Hermione appeared, only she wasn't dressed as a giant book. She was wearing a silver dress made out of The Calling CD's and her shoes were made out of the plastic from the cases.

"Ready to go?" asked Hermione and they all made their way to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall didn't look much different from the other years except for the fact that there was a large DJ table and a group of unhappy looking ferrets. When Harry got a closer look he realized that the "ferrets" were actually the Sythrins in the costumes they had been so secret about. The Ravenclaws had a group costume; they were each dressed as a piece of homework (all A's of course!). The Hufflepuffs came dressed as they normally would because they had forgotten about the ball in a course of three hours. Despite the major costume differences everybody was jamming out to P. Weezy's dance tunes. The only low moment was Percy's free-styling. It went a little something like this: "I saw a ghost and he was the ghost with the most, so we got some toast and ate a roast." He was pretty good when he was singing songs that weren't his though.

Pretty soon it was time for the costume contest. "Yo! Yo! Yo! A diggety mad costume is gonna win a numero uno prize! You all down with that?!" yelled P. Weezy. The audience replied with an unenthused 'yeah'. Oddly enough all the winners were Hufflepuffs. After the contests everybody was starting to "get their swerve on" as Percy would say, when a shadowy figure slipped into the Great Hall and turned off all the lights…

Harry leaned back and admired his work. This oughta get them! A good old-fashioned cliffhanger!

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A/N: Ok…that was dumb. Sorry bout this cruddy chapter people! That's what you get when you don't have any ideas! Read and Review PLEASE!