[A/N- I am warning you all right now. The first half or so of this chapter is traditional "HP Yule Ball fluff." Sort of. But anyway, then it gets so much better, so just chill. Read the mush solely because I wrote the mush. There is a point to the mush. It establishes relationships. And what is every decent story in the world basically based on? Relationships. There. Now. Thank you. On with the fic:]
"Morgan? Can I talk to you?" Harry mumbled, cornering his friend in the library. Morgan put down the book at which she'd been looking.
"Sure, Harry. What's wrong?" She asked. Harry sat down at the table next to her. He grinned.
"Well, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering," Harry started. "Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? I mean, you don't have to, I'm sure other guys have already asked you but I figured I'd ask, and-"
"Harry! I'd love to go with you!" Morgan laughed. Harry stopped midsentence and looked shocked. "Really. No one else has asked me. I was hoping you would."
"You wanted me to ask you?" Morgan nodded, blushing. Harry smiled. "Good. I'm glad you said yes." ~*~
Hermione strode confidently through the halls of Hogswarts. She was a girl with a mission. Her target: Ron Weasley. She just needed to find him. Wait- was that red hair? Success! Hermione ran up behind Ron.
"There you are!" She exclaimed. Ron turned around and smiled.
"Oh, hi, Herm," he said. "What's up?"
"Nothing really. Okay. Now." Ron looked puzzled. Herm was really focussed.
"Now what?" He gulped. Hermione laughed.
"Now, you're going to ask me to the Yule Ball." Ron's eyes bugged out of his head.
"I am? Of course I am. Hermione, would you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Ron Weasley, I'd love to!" Hermione grinned. She gave Ron a peck on the cheek and left him stunned in the hallway. ~*~
Draco entered the Great Hall and gaped. Hermione, Morgan, and a very embarrassed-looking Ginny were at the Gryffindor table surrounded by a crowd of guys from all houses. He pushed his way through. "What's going on here?" Hermione glared at him, but didn't reply.
"Anyone else from Hufflepuff want a chance?" She shouted instead. One boy raised his hand.
"I didn't get a ticket yet!" He said. Morgan ripped off a stub and handed it to him, collected his money and grinned. Draco was curious, but no one would tell him what was happening. Ginny looked more embarrassed than ever and as if she wanted to talk to him but couldn't. He left and went over to his own table. Pansy sat down next to him.
"Can you believe it?" She snarled. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Believe what, Pansy?" He asked carefully. She pointed in disgust at the Gryffindor table.
"They actually got permission to sell chances for a raffle! First prize (for boys) is Ginny Weasley as your date for the Yule Ball. Can you imagine? Who'd want to take her?! They're giving the money to St. Mungo's. Just like a Gryffindor! Ugh!" Draco was surprised. He'd considered asking her himself but figured it wouldn't 'look good.' He'd probably end up asking Pansy, sadly enough. The thought alone made him want to puke.
It was evident Pansy was jealous- at least half the school had bought a chance for the raffle, the majority male. (There were prizes for girls, too.) Ginny was fairly attractive, though not stunning like some people. If the raffle had been for Pansy as a date, Draco was sure the number of participants would've dropped drastically. He listened as Morgan and Hermione drew the winning ticket.
"First prize goes to- what! No fair!" Morgan laughed. "Dominic Benigno!" Ginny would've blushed even more if it had been possible. Morgan's brother gave her a hug as he "claimed" his prize. The next two prizes were called, and everyone cheered. The crowd dispersed. By now, Pansy had left the hall in a fit and Draco had reluctantly followed. ~*~
"I can't believe it's already the Yule Ball!" Morgan exclaimed. She, Ginny, and Hermione were all getting ready together. They were finishing their hair and make-up, and this had to be the fifth time Morgan had said that particular phrase. Ginny and Hermione tolerated her though, because they too were rather excited. The boys would be meeting them at the Great Hall very shortly. They ran to the Hall as fast as their strappy sandals would let them.
Harry, Ron, and Dominic gaped at each girl respectively. The girls had to admit, they'd gone all out. Besides, Hermione had said, Ginny had to look especially good since so many guys had wanted to be her date. Ginny had simply rolled her eyes at that one and allowed them to deck her out in all sorts of finery and whatnot.
"Wow," Harry murmured. [A/N- Evillness! You will now get the description of each girl's outfit in usual Mary-Sue-type Harry Potter-Yule Ball-fanfic style.] Morgan had on a long, shimmering, green dress that matched her eyes. It had an empire waist and small train, with spaghetti straps. Silver sandals and jewelry completed the outfit, finished with a French twist. Morgan took Harry's arm and they started off.
Ron was next. He simply gaped. Hermione smiled. She'd gone a bit "out-of-character" with a red, wide-strap dress. It had sheer material down her arms that weren't exactly sleeves. The dress was rather low-cut. There was a layer of the sheer material over the dress itself, making Hermione seem as if she were in an ethereal red cloud. The effect was actually very pretty. Red sandals and her curly hair down and tamed made her look quite striking and un-Hermione. Herm had to drag Ron into the ball.
Dominic grinned as Ginny finally stepped forward. She'd managed to procure the absolute most gorgeous dress this author has ever seen and wants for her prom in May. It was a soft beige dress, strapless. The skirt was poofed with layers of tulle, and the bodice was stitched with gold thread. It had a Renaissance feel. A gold choker and sandals completely the regal appeal. Ginny's messy red hair had been put partly up and curled, and the rest left down. The couple entered the ball. [A/N- there, you've survived. Now on to the fun part.]
Draco and Pansy were already there when Dominic and Ginny came in. Pansy glowered, but Draco drew in his breath. He excused himself and made sure Pansy didn't see him go over to Ginny.
"Draco! Hi! Well, don't you look smashing," she joked. Draco grinned; then he winked.
"Not nearly as good as you, Gin," he told her. Ginny blushed. Dominic returned then and Draco unwillingly returned to his own date. Dominic led Ginny over to his sister, Hermione, and their dates. The ball progressed well until Morgan ran up to Ginny practically shrieking and yanked her away from Dominic, with whom she'd been dancing.
"He finally did it!" Morgan whispered, her voice so high-pitched that Ginny could hardly make out what she was saying. Ginny smiled.
"Aww, congratulations. May your future be happy and whatnot," she said, joking. Morgan swatted her. "Really, that is good."
"Thanks, Gin," Morgan said. The mood of the ball improved for Harry and his friends. For everyone, in fact, except Draco, really, who was stuck with Pansy Parkinson. The news that Harry Potter had a girlfriend spread quickly and the happiness was contagious. Since everyone was in such a good mood, that of course meant something had to go wrong. And something went very, very wrong.
A man entered the Great Hall, if you could call him that. Tall, slender, and definitely evil, with slitted eyes. The throngs of students pushed out of his way so that he stood in the center. The teachers who were chaperoning rushed to face him.
"I have waited for this for so long," Voldemort hissed as he took out a wand. Dumbledore did the same, pointing it at the intruder.
"Damacheink!" Dumbledore shouted at the same time the man yelled, "Avada Kedavara!" There was blinding green light coupled with the white light from Dumbledore. When the lights had faded and the smoke cleared, the man was bound captive, writing against his magical bonds. There was a collective gasp from the assembly at the other sight before them, then Hermione and Morgan burst into sobs. Harry Potter lay dead on the floor, his scar smoking and charred.
Ron and Dominic led the crying girls out as teachers rushed to send students to their dormitories. Ginny and Draco pushed through the people to each other, no one noticing in their own upset. While everyone was leaving the Great Hall, the two struggled to get back in. A teacher stopped them as they were about to enter. They could see Voldemort lying still on the floor, Dumbledore's wand aimed at him. Then all at once, the Dark Lord uttered a spell and managed to point his wand at himself. The chains disappeared and with them, the man. Ginny and Draco started, but the teacher forcefully shoved them out the door and shut it in their faces.
"Draco! What do we do?" Ginny wailed. Draco's mouth was set in a firm line. He grabbed her hand and yanked her off down a deserted hallway.
"Come on. We've got to get working," he told her. "I just hope we're in time."
*"Damacheink" is a combination of the words "dama," meaning rope, and "echein," meaning hold. It's obviously a magical binding spell, more powerful than the usual ones. One would need superior spells when dealing with the Dark Lord, no? Too bad Voldie had a spell to counter it. Wonder where he found that? I'll have to ask him... I just want to point out my sole purpose in writing this story was for this chapter and the sentence, "Harry Potter lay dead on the floor, his scar smoking and charred." I'm evil, I know. Please review, flames are even welcome. Anything. Just give me feedback, dammit. Thanks!
"Morgan? Can I talk to you?" Harry mumbled, cornering his friend in the library. Morgan put down the book at which she'd been looking.
"Sure, Harry. What's wrong?" She asked. Harry sat down at the table next to her. He grinned.
"Well, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering," Harry started. "Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? I mean, you don't have to, I'm sure other guys have already asked you but I figured I'd ask, and-"
"Harry! I'd love to go with you!" Morgan laughed. Harry stopped midsentence and looked shocked. "Really. No one else has asked me. I was hoping you would."
"You wanted me to ask you?" Morgan nodded, blushing. Harry smiled. "Good. I'm glad you said yes." ~*~
Hermione strode confidently through the halls of Hogswarts. She was a girl with a mission. Her target: Ron Weasley. She just needed to find him. Wait- was that red hair? Success! Hermione ran up behind Ron.
"There you are!" She exclaimed. Ron turned around and smiled.
"Oh, hi, Herm," he said. "What's up?"
"Nothing really. Okay. Now." Ron looked puzzled. Herm was really focussed.
"Now what?" He gulped. Hermione laughed.
"Now, you're going to ask me to the Yule Ball." Ron's eyes bugged out of his head.
"I am? Of course I am. Hermione, would you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Ron Weasley, I'd love to!" Hermione grinned. She gave Ron a peck on the cheek and left him stunned in the hallway. ~*~
Draco entered the Great Hall and gaped. Hermione, Morgan, and a very embarrassed-looking Ginny were at the Gryffindor table surrounded by a crowd of guys from all houses. He pushed his way through. "What's going on here?" Hermione glared at him, but didn't reply.
"Anyone else from Hufflepuff want a chance?" She shouted instead. One boy raised his hand.
"I didn't get a ticket yet!" He said. Morgan ripped off a stub and handed it to him, collected his money and grinned. Draco was curious, but no one would tell him what was happening. Ginny looked more embarrassed than ever and as if she wanted to talk to him but couldn't. He left and went over to his own table. Pansy sat down next to him.
"Can you believe it?" She snarled. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Believe what, Pansy?" He asked carefully. She pointed in disgust at the Gryffindor table.
"They actually got permission to sell chances for a raffle! First prize (for boys) is Ginny Weasley as your date for the Yule Ball. Can you imagine? Who'd want to take her?! They're giving the money to St. Mungo's. Just like a Gryffindor! Ugh!" Draco was surprised. He'd considered asking her himself but figured it wouldn't 'look good.' He'd probably end up asking Pansy, sadly enough. The thought alone made him want to puke.
It was evident Pansy was jealous- at least half the school had bought a chance for the raffle, the majority male. (There were prizes for girls, too.) Ginny was fairly attractive, though not stunning like some people. If the raffle had been for Pansy as a date, Draco was sure the number of participants would've dropped drastically. He listened as Morgan and Hermione drew the winning ticket.
"First prize goes to- what! No fair!" Morgan laughed. "Dominic Benigno!" Ginny would've blushed even more if it had been possible. Morgan's brother gave her a hug as he "claimed" his prize. The next two prizes were called, and everyone cheered. The crowd dispersed. By now, Pansy had left the hall in a fit and Draco had reluctantly followed. ~*~
"I can't believe it's already the Yule Ball!" Morgan exclaimed. She, Ginny, and Hermione were all getting ready together. They were finishing their hair and make-up, and this had to be the fifth time Morgan had said that particular phrase. Ginny and Hermione tolerated her though, because they too were rather excited. The boys would be meeting them at the Great Hall very shortly. They ran to the Hall as fast as their strappy sandals would let them.
Harry, Ron, and Dominic gaped at each girl respectively. The girls had to admit, they'd gone all out. Besides, Hermione had said, Ginny had to look especially good since so many guys had wanted to be her date. Ginny had simply rolled her eyes at that one and allowed them to deck her out in all sorts of finery and whatnot.
"Wow," Harry murmured. [A/N- Evillness! You will now get the description of each girl's outfit in usual Mary-Sue-type Harry Potter-Yule Ball-fanfic style.] Morgan had on a long, shimmering, green dress that matched her eyes. It had an empire waist and small train, with spaghetti straps. Silver sandals and jewelry completed the outfit, finished with a French twist. Morgan took Harry's arm and they started off.
Ron was next. He simply gaped. Hermione smiled. She'd gone a bit "out-of-character" with a red, wide-strap dress. It had sheer material down her arms that weren't exactly sleeves. The dress was rather low-cut. There was a layer of the sheer material over the dress itself, making Hermione seem as if she were in an ethereal red cloud. The effect was actually very pretty. Red sandals and her curly hair down and tamed made her look quite striking and un-Hermione. Herm had to drag Ron into the ball.
Dominic grinned as Ginny finally stepped forward. She'd managed to procure the absolute most gorgeous dress this author has ever seen and wants for her prom in May. It was a soft beige dress, strapless. The skirt was poofed with layers of tulle, and the bodice was stitched with gold thread. It had a Renaissance feel. A gold choker and sandals completely the regal appeal. Ginny's messy red hair had been put partly up and curled, and the rest left down. The couple entered the ball. [A/N- there, you've survived. Now on to the fun part.]
Draco and Pansy were already there when Dominic and Ginny came in. Pansy glowered, but Draco drew in his breath. He excused himself and made sure Pansy didn't see him go over to Ginny.
"Draco! Hi! Well, don't you look smashing," she joked. Draco grinned; then he winked.
"Not nearly as good as you, Gin," he told her. Ginny blushed. Dominic returned then and Draco unwillingly returned to his own date. Dominic led Ginny over to his sister, Hermione, and their dates. The ball progressed well until Morgan ran up to Ginny practically shrieking and yanked her away from Dominic, with whom she'd been dancing.
"He finally did it!" Morgan whispered, her voice so high-pitched that Ginny could hardly make out what she was saying. Ginny smiled.
"Aww, congratulations. May your future be happy and whatnot," she said, joking. Morgan swatted her. "Really, that is good."
"Thanks, Gin," Morgan said. The mood of the ball improved for Harry and his friends. For everyone, in fact, except Draco, really, who was stuck with Pansy Parkinson. The news that Harry Potter had a girlfriend spread quickly and the happiness was contagious. Since everyone was in such a good mood, that of course meant something had to go wrong. And something went very, very wrong.
A man entered the Great Hall, if you could call him that. Tall, slender, and definitely evil, with slitted eyes. The throngs of students pushed out of his way so that he stood in the center. The teachers who were chaperoning rushed to face him.
"I have waited for this for so long," Voldemort hissed as he took out a wand. Dumbledore did the same, pointing it at the intruder.
"Damacheink!" Dumbledore shouted at the same time the man yelled, "Avada Kedavara!" There was blinding green light coupled with the white light from Dumbledore. When the lights had faded and the smoke cleared, the man was bound captive, writing against his magical bonds. There was a collective gasp from the assembly at the other sight before them, then Hermione and Morgan burst into sobs. Harry Potter lay dead on the floor, his scar smoking and charred.
Ron and Dominic led the crying girls out as teachers rushed to send students to their dormitories. Ginny and Draco pushed through the people to each other, no one noticing in their own upset. While everyone was leaving the Great Hall, the two struggled to get back in. A teacher stopped them as they were about to enter. They could see Voldemort lying still on the floor, Dumbledore's wand aimed at him. Then all at once, the Dark Lord uttered a spell and managed to point his wand at himself. The chains disappeared and with them, the man. Ginny and Draco started, but the teacher forcefully shoved them out the door and shut it in their faces.
"Draco! What do we do?" Ginny wailed. Draco's mouth was set in a firm line. He grabbed her hand and yanked her off down a deserted hallway.
"Come on. We've got to get working," he told her. "I just hope we're in time."
*"Damacheink" is a combination of the words "dama," meaning rope, and "echein," meaning hold. It's obviously a magical binding spell, more powerful than the usual ones. One would need superior spells when dealing with the Dark Lord, no? Too bad Voldie had a spell to counter it. Wonder where he found that? I'll have to ask him... I just want to point out my sole purpose in writing this story was for this chapter and the sentence, "Harry Potter lay dead on the floor, his scar smoking and charred." I'm evil, I know. Please review, flames are even welcome. Anything. Just give me feedback, dammit. Thanks!