(A/N) Thank you! Thank you! You guyz rock!! I wanna say I was debating on
what to make Kittie, but Anty, you said something about sprouting wings
which triggered an idea. Thanks! Fishy Draco? Cute, but I'm going to make
someone else a fish. :-). JKR says several times in her books that Draco
is pale so I'm going to throw some fangs in too. When you said a musician,
I thought of Pansy. I'm going to enjoy writing this, ENJOY!
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter..... you get it.
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Harry woke up with a start.
"Harry! Where are my robes?" He opened his eyes to see Ron throwing things out of his trunk. Harry groaned and shut them again, quickly.
"Not on you, that's for sure!"
Ron and Harry's heads snapped towards the door and Ron dived under his covers, still in his boxers.
Kittie and Hermione were in the doorway cracking up and clutching their stomaches. In there hands were green robes. Ron stood and wrapped his blanket around his waist. He snatched the robes out of their hands.
He laid them on the bed(A/N: the robes!) and inspected them. The fryed edges where sewn in and lined with emerald linings. His jaw dropped and he looked up at the two girls, who were grinning in triumph. "Merry Early Christmas, Ron." Hermione grinned.
"You two...you guys..."
Kittie laughed. "Your welcome, Ron." She gestured for Hermione to walk out ahead of her.
After the door was shut firmly behind them, Harry slid out of bed and ran over to the robes. "They *had* to use magic to do this." He muttered.
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At about five, Hermione and Ginny disappeared into the dorms. Kittie was suprised. "It's not going to take them three hours to get ready is it?"
But an hour later, Ginny ran down the stairs, in a bathrobe, and dragged her upstairs.
At seven Harry pulled on his long, black robes and drew up his hood. He took in a rattling breath. Ron walked out of the bathroom. Harry began to laugh.
Ron sneered and placed a golden crown on his head. "You're wearing *tights*?!" Harry gasped.
Ron stomped a golden slippered foot. "Bow before royalty, peasant!"
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Harry met Cho outside the Great Hall, ten minutes to eight.
She had on a long, green sequined skirt with a fin behind her. She adjusted the two enormous seashells on her chest and took Harry's arm.
As the doors were flung open, Harry scanned the crowd. He could see Fred dressed as a Chip n' Dale dancer with Angelina, a muggle singer he didn't reconize, on his arm. George was looking for his date, dressed in long, red, robes with flames dancing at the hems. His bangs were sticking up in horns.
Ron pulled at his tights and Hermione smacked him with her fan. Ginny was in front, on the arm of a blonde boy with long black robes.
George had finally found his date, a very pretty girl wearing white with a golden chain across her forehead and wings flapping playfully, pertruding out of her bare shoulder blades.
Harry stretched to get a closer look at the girl, but Cho was pulling him through the doors. She yanked him to a table full of Ravenclaw girls and their dates. Her friends let out high-pitched squeals as she introduced Harry.
Harry sat down at looked across the room at George and his date. His jaw fell.
Kittie.
Her long hair was in tread locks and swinging freely on her back. Little silver strings were intwined with each lock and glittering in the candle light. Her long, white dress was spagetti-strapped with little silver chains as the straps and a thin, silver chain around her waist. Her make-up was simple with feathers painted across her hair line and glitter on her eye lids. A slit went clear up her right leg to the hip. On her upper arms were two white arm bands. Her back was bare and the short, childish wings flapped realistically. He glanced down at her shoes. Her shoes were high-heeled sandals but where made out of *glass* and the reflection of thousands of candles danced on them.
Cho coughed. Harry tore his eyes away and looked up where Dumbledore was calling for attention. He explained how the menu worked and the dinner started.
He kept shooting glances at his friends' table and recieving glares from Cho. As the music started, he saw George drag Kittie to the floor. It was a slow, mournful song and Cho grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor as well. She sneered at Kittie as they passed them, and Kittie grinned and said something behind her teeth. George looked at her in suprise.
When the song ended, Harry applauded politly with everyone, and began walking towards Ron and Hermione, who were still sitting. Cho grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
Harry tried to say something but she was dragging him to the dance floor again.
After three songs, he panted over to the punch table. "Demanding date, Potter?"
Kittie was leaning on the table,sipping on her punch. Harry ignored her and reached for the serving spoon. She grabbed his wrist and shook her head. "Spiked." Harry pointed to the next bowl. "Spiked." He pointed to the last bowl and she nodded.
"You spiked the punch? McGonagall will kill you!" Harry took a sip out of his cup.
Kittie shook her head. "I didn't spike it. But I must say, Draco is really influencing Ginny."
Harry's head snapped over to Ginny who was making her way quickly over, pulling Draco with her.
"You stopped him, right, Kittie?" Ginny gasped. Harry glared at Draco. His blonde hair was slicked back and his canines were magically perturding over his bottom lip.
"You're with this git?!"
Ron's vioce snapped Harry out of his suprise. Ron's face was as red as his hair and he was digging his nails in his palms.
Kittie grabbed Harry's hand. She pulled him away, and Harry asked, "Where are we going?"
"Trust me we don't want to witness this." She looked back where both of the twins had joined in. "What about Cho?" Kittie stopped and pointed to the dance floor where Cho was dancing with Roger Davies.
This time, Harry took Kittie's hand and pulled her out into the garden outside. A dozen fairies shrieked and chattered angrily at them.
"I hate Hogwarts' Balls!" Harry leaned over the railing. Kittie sighed.
"You hate them?! Do you know how much it hurt, making these things grow out of my back?!"
Harry huffed and crossed his arms. A silence passed before he said, "What's going on inside?"
"They're gone. Probely to continue their *discussion* out in the corridor."
Harry pulled off his hood and let the cool breeze ruffle his hair. "I hate when you do that."
Kittie leaned on the railing next to him. "What?"
His eyes snapped open and he covered his mouth. "Did I say that out loud?"
Kittie laughed. "Yes. What do I do that you hate?"
"Forget it."
"Harry!"
He and Kittie spun around to see Cho standing in the doorway. She took his hand and pulled him out, with a "I need to talk to you."
As soon as they were out of earshot, she turned angrily to him. "I want you to choose and choose *now*. I don't trust that wentch and it's either, never talk to me again or never talk to *her* again. Who is it?"
Harry sadly turned to the balcony and walked out to see Kittie's eyes were glued on the moon.
"Erm. Kittie?"
Kittie blinked and turned to him in suprise. "Oh. I didn't get you into trouble,did I?"
"Actually..."
He stopped. What was he doing? He was going to give up Kittie's snide remarks and teasings for high-pitched vioces and bruises on his arms?
"Well?"
Harry blinked a few times. "Forget about it."
He ran inside and Cho crossed her arms. "Well?"
"Her." He gasped. She squealed. "You're going to stop talking to that hussy for me? That's so sweet. Let's dan-"
But Harry cut her off. "I choose her over you." Cho stared at him in suprise. "You're joking. Right? Because this is not funny, Harry."
"I'm not joking." He waited patiently as she took a few calming breaths. "Why? WHY HER?!"
Harry shook his head. "I don't think I owe you an explanation since you brought this unto yourself."
He turned and left her screaming at his back.
Kittie looked over his shoulder. "What is Chang yelling about?"
Harry sat on the stone bench and told her everything. Kittie shook her head. "You didn't have to do that."
"Yes I did. You thought I'd let her push me around?"
Kittie shrugged and sang softly with the music.
He stood up and offered her his hand. Kittie stared up at him. "What?"
"Dance with me."
She sighed at took his hand. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly rotated to the music. He inhaled.
She smelled like a mix between spearmint and peppermint. "Why are you wearing perfume?"
Kittie laughed. "I'm not. I just ate a candy cane." He laughed and dipped her. She squealed and he took a rattling breath.
She laughed. "Do that again." He laughed and pulled her up. "You make a convincing dementor, Potter."
"I would say you made a convincing angel, but I know you."
Kittie hit him.
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MWAHAHAHAHA! *cough, cough* REVIEW! 2nd part of the masque, next chapter!!! Still looking for ideas! *And ill try to take the log in thing off, but i can't promise any thing.
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter..... you get it.
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Harry woke up with a start.
"Harry! Where are my robes?" He opened his eyes to see Ron throwing things out of his trunk. Harry groaned and shut them again, quickly.
"Not on you, that's for sure!"
Ron and Harry's heads snapped towards the door and Ron dived under his covers, still in his boxers.
Kittie and Hermione were in the doorway cracking up and clutching their stomaches. In there hands were green robes. Ron stood and wrapped his blanket around his waist. He snatched the robes out of their hands.
He laid them on the bed(A/N: the robes!) and inspected them. The fryed edges where sewn in and lined with emerald linings. His jaw dropped and he looked up at the two girls, who were grinning in triumph. "Merry Early Christmas, Ron." Hermione grinned.
"You two...you guys..."
Kittie laughed. "Your welcome, Ron." She gestured for Hermione to walk out ahead of her.
After the door was shut firmly behind them, Harry slid out of bed and ran over to the robes. "They *had* to use magic to do this." He muttered.
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At about five, Hermione and Ginny disappeared into the dorms. Kittie was suprised. "It's not going to take them three hours to get ready is it?"
But an hour later, Ginny ran down the stairs, in a bathrobe, and dragged her upstairs.
At seven Harry pulled on his long, black robes and drew up his hood. He took in a rattling breath. Ron walked out of the bathroom. Harry began to laugh.
Ron sneered and placed a golden crown on his head. "You're wearing *tights*?!" Harry gasped.
Ron stomped a golden slippered foot. "Bow before royalty, peasant!"
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Harry met Cho outside the Great Hall, ten minutes to eight.
She had on a long, green sequined skirt with a fin behind her. She adjusted the two enormous seashells on her chest and took Harry's arm.
As the doors were flung open, Harry scanned the crowd. He could see Fred dressed as a Chip n' Dale dancer with Angelina, a muggle singer he didn't reconize, on his arm. George was looking for his date, dressed in long, red, robes with flames dancing at the hems. His bangs were sticking up in horns.
Ron pulled at his tights and Hermione smacked him with her fan. Ginny was in front, on the arm of a blonde boy with long black robes.
George had finally found his date, a very pretty girl wearing white with a golden chain across her forehead and wings flapping playfully, pertruding out of her bare shoulder blades.
Harry stretched to get a closer look at the girl, but Cho was pulling him through the doors. She yanked him to a table full of Ravenclaw girls and their dates. Her friends let out high-pitched squeals as she introduced Harry.
Harry sat down at looked across the room at George and his date. His jaw fell.
Kittie.
Her long hair was in tread locks and swinging freely on her back. Little silver strings were intwined with each lock and glittering in the candle light. Her long, white dress was spagetti-strapped with little silver chains as the straps and a thin, silver chain around her waist. Her make-up was simple with feathers painted across her hair line and glitter on her eye lids. A slit went clear up her right leg to the hip. On her upper arms were two white arm bands. Her back was bare and the short, childish wings flapped realistically. He glanced down at her shoes. Her shoes were high-heeled sandals but where made out of *glass* and the reflection of thousands of candles danced on them.
Cho coughed. Harry tore his eyes away and looked up where Dumbledore was calling for attention. He explained how the menu worked and the dinner started.
He kept shooting glances at his friends' table and recieving glares from Cho. As the music started, he saw George drag Kittie to the floor. It was a slow, mournful song and Cho grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor as well. She sneered at Kittie as they passed them, and Kittie grinned and said something behind her teeth. George looked at her in suprise.
When the song ended, Harry applauded politly with everyone, and began walking towards Ron and Hermione, who were still sitting. Cho grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
Harry tried to say something but she was dragging him to the dance floor again.
After three songs, he panted over to the punch table. "Demanding date, Potter?"
Kittie was leaning on the table,sipping on her punch. Harry ignored her and reached for the serving spoon. She grabbed his wrist and shook her head. "Spiked." Harry pointed to the next bowl. "Spiked." He pointed to the last bowl and she nodded.
"You spiked the punch? McGonagall will kill you!" Harry took a sip out of his cup.
Kittie shook her head. "I didn't spike it. But I must say, Draco is really influencing Ginny."
Harry's head snapped over to Ginny who was making her way quickly over, pulling Draco with her.
"You stopped him, right, Kittie?" Ginny gasped. Harry glared at Draco. His blonde hair was slicked back and his canines were magically perturding over his bottom lip.
"You're with this git?!"
Ron's vioce snapped Harry out of his suprise. Ron's face was as red as his hair and he was digging his nails in his palms.
Kittie grabbed Harry's hand. She pulled him away, and Harry asked, "Where are we going?"
"Trust me we don't want to witness this." She looked back where both of the twins had joined in. "What about Cho?" Kittie stopped and pointed to the dance floor where Cho was dancing with Roger Davies.
This time, Harry took Kittie's hand and pulled her out into the garden outside. A dozen fairies shrieked and chattered angrily at them.
"I hate Hogwarts' Balls!" Harry leaned over the railing. Kittie sighed.
"You hate them?! Do you know how much it hurt, making these things grow out of my back?!"
Harry huffed and crossed his arms. A silence passed before he said, "What's going on inside?"
"They're gone. Probely to continue their *discussion* out in the corridor."
Harry pulled off his hood and let the cool breeze ruffle his hair. "I hate when you do that."
Kittie leaned on the railing next to him. "What?"
His eyes snapped open and he covered his mouth. "Did I say that out loud?"
Kittie laughed. "Yes. What do I do that you hate?"
"Forget it."
"Harry!"
He and Kittie spun around to see Cho standing in the doorway. She took his hand and pulled him out, with a "I need to talk to you."
As soon as they were out of earshot, she turned angrily to him. "I want you to choose and choose *now*. I don't trust that wentch and it's either, never talk to me again or never talk to *her* again. Who is it?"
Harry sadly turned to the balcony and walked out to see Kittie's eyes were glued on the moon.
"Erm. Kittie?"
Kittie blinked and turned to him in suprise. "Oh. I didn't get you into trouble,did I?"
"Actually..."
He stopped. What was he doing? He was going to give up Kittie's snide remarks and teasings for high-pitched vioces and bruises on his arms?
"Well?"
Harry blinked a few times. "Forget about it."
He ran inside and Cho crossed her arms. "Well?"
"Her." He gasped. She squealed. "You're going to stop talking to that hussy for me? That's so sweet. Let's dan-"
But Harry cut her off. "I choose her over you." Cho stared at him in suprise. "You're joking. Right? Because this is not funny, Harry."
"I'm not joking." He waited patiently as she took a few calming breaths. "Why? WHY HER?!"
Harry shook his head. "I don't think I owe you an explanation since you brought this unto yourself."
He turned and left her screaming at his back.
Kittie looked over his shoulder. "What is Chang yelling about?"
Harry sat on the stone bench and told her everything. Kittie shook her head. "You didn't have to do that."
"Yes I did. You thought I'd let her push me around?"
Kittie shrugged and sang softly with the music.
He stood up and offered her his hand. Kittie stared up at him. "What?"
"Dance with me."
She sighed at took his hand. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly rotated to the music. He inhaled.
She smelled like a mix between spearmint and peppermint. "Why are you wearing perfume?"
Kittie laughed. "I'm not. I just ate a candy cane." He laughed and dipped her. She squealed and he took a rattling breath.
She laughed. "Do that again." He laughed and pulled her up. "You make a convincing dementor, Potter."
"I would say you made a convincing angel, but I know you."
Kittie hit him.
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MWAHAHAHAHA! *cough, cough* REVIEW! 2nd part of the masque, next chapter!!! Still looking for ideas! *And ill try to take the log in thing off, but i can't promise any thing.