Chapter 13: The Dance
Chanse woke up late, that Saturday, and when she did wake she sat up and looked around in her room. She smiled and stretched and walked out onto her deck. "Chanse watch out!" Hermione screamed, from her deck, on the other side.
Chanse looked out of the corner of her eye, and turned and took her stance and caught a quaffle, and slid across her small deck and straight into the railing. The railing broke and Chanse was half way hanging off it.
Chanse picked herself up and looked up at the person who had thrown the quaffle...it was Blaise.
Chanse walked over, with the quaffle in her hand, and threw it has hard as she could back at Blaise, and it skimmed her arm. "OUCH!" Blaise screamed. "YOU BITCH!" She yelled at Chanse who was smirking at her.
Blaise flew off and Chanse walked over to the railing part that had broken and looked down. "Kind of a long fall." She shrugged her shoulders and started to turn around when she stopped and heard a sound.
She quickly whipped around and saw that Blaise had it the quaffle back at Chanse. She looked over her shoulder and saw the drop, so she took her stance and caught the quaffle. It pushed her back to the edge of the deck. She wobbled back and forth, and then Blaise flew over to her, and tapped her backyards with her finger.
"AHHHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she fell towards the ground. Her body turned and turned in the air and she was just about to hit the ground and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them she was an inch away from hitting the ground. She quickly breathed in and out and looked up and saw Oliver holding her around the waist.
"Need a lift?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Thanks." Oliver set her down on the ground.
"Wait right here I've got something to do." Chanse nodded. Oliver grabbed the quaffle out of her arms and flew up to Blaise.
"Hi, Oliver." She said smiling.
"Blaise, I don't like you like that, actually right now I don't even like you at all. Stop torturing all the girls that like me, or that I like. Ok?"
"But Oliver they're not right for you."
"Blaise, thanks for your help, but no thanks. If they're not right for me I'll find that out on my own. Seriously, Blaise, don't take this the wrong way but..."
"Yes Oliver?"
"Get a life." Blaise's jaw dropped and Oliver flew back down to Chanse. "Need a lift back up?"
Chanse looked down then back up at Oliver with a smile, "Yeah that would be great." Chanse got on Oliver's broom and he started to fly her back up to her deck.
"Are you still in your pajamas?" Oliver asked, and Chanse blushed.
"Yeah, I just woke up." She laughed.
"Oh. Nice pajamas."
"Thanks." They got up to Chanse's deck, and Chanse got off of Oliver's broom.
"So you thought about the Yule Ball?"
"Yeah. I have." Chanse smirked.
"And..."
"And what?" Chanse laughed and slightly stuck her tongue out.
"Do you want to go with me or not?" Oliver shouted.
"Shhh. Calm down...of coarse I'm going with you. Who'd you think I was going with?" She laughed.
"Oh." Oliver laughed, "Do you want to meet outside the Great Hall?"
"Sure."
"Ok then."
"Alright."
"Bye." Oliver quickly said and flew off. Chanse laughed and watched him and he did a flip on his broom.
"Yahoo!" He yelled. Chanse laughed out loud and walked back into her room and sat down on her bed, and laughed again.
"What time is it?" Chanse rolled over to the side of her bed and looked at the clock, "Ok it's only noon, and the dance is in eight hours, so I have plenty of time till I need to get ready..."
Chanse thought for a minute, "...but I should probably paint my nails now then wait." Chanse pulled out her nail polish, "Now what should I do with my nails. Ok, I'm wearing a black robe so I should paint them." Chanse sighed, "I don't know what to do with them." She put the nail polish by her bed and laid back.
"Hey Chanse, what you doing?" Cho said as she opened the door. "Something wrong?" She walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down.
"No, this whole dance thing is making me think to much."
"Oh want to look good for Oliver huh?" Cho nudged Chanse, who smiled.
"No, I don't care what he thinks." Chanse smirked. Cho slightly laughed.
"So then what's the problem?" Cho asked.
"See, I'm thinking too much about this dance. You know, what am I going to do with my nails and hair? What about shoes? What about makeup? What about..."
"Ok, ok. I get it Chanse." Cho laughed.
"Sorry."
"It's ok. Well one thing at a time. We'll start with your nails." Cho grabbed Chanse's hand.
"No, Cho you don't have to do this for me, I'm ok, really, I'll figure something out."
"No, I have free time and I would be happy to help, whether you want it or not." Chanse smiled. "Ok, like I said, we'll start with your nails. So your wearing a black dress robe, we're not going to do black nails, cause that's not really your style."
"Yeah, it's definitely not." Chanse laughed.
"Ok, well let's just do a simple French manicure. Ok?"
"Ok. Why not?" Chanse stuck out her hand and Cho began to work on her nails.
A few minutes later, "Ok all done don't move your hands. Ok?" Chanse nodded and landed them down on her legs. "Well next thing to deal with is your feet. We'll just touch them up." Chanse looked nervously at Cho, who smiled at worked on Chanse's feet.
"Stop that tinkles."
"Done." Cho sat up and then looked at Chanse. "Your nails should be done it's been an hour and half." Chanse pulled her nailed to her and looked at them.
"Nice job, thank you Cho."
"Well we're not done yet." Cho said. Chanse looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulder. "Now this hair of yours." Cho flicked Chanse's hair. "Hmmm...." Cho thought about what she could do with Chanse's hair. "I've got it!" Cho yelled.
"What?!"
"We'll curl it a shit load, and then brush it a little and flip your head. That's perfect for you."
"Well...Ok."
"But we'll wait to do that. How long will it take you to get ready before the dance, like makeup done, shower, and all that crap?"
"Um... an hour or so."
"Ok well start an hour before you plan on starting then we'll curl your hair then you'll be done. But for now let's go watch all the quidditch players play in the courtyard out on the deck." Cho grabbed Chanse's hand and they walked outside.
They watched the quidditch players play against each other, about five thirty Chanse went into her room and started to get ready. She took a sort of quickly shower and then rapped herself up in a towel and sat down at her dresser.
She began to put on her eye shadow first, then the blush, then jewelry, and then she changed into her bra and underwear. "Hey Cho, I'm ready for my hair." Chanse shouted. Cho came out of the bathroom in her dress fully ready to go.
"One, How do I look? Two, why are you in your bra and underwear?"
"Because I didn't want the iron burning the robe...And I love that red dress robe."
"Oh. Ok." Cho walked over to Chanse and tightly curled her hair. When Cho was all done with the curly Chanse's jaw-length hair was now up to the middle of her ears.
"Um... No offence Cho, but I think you curled it to tight." Chanse said as she pulled and curl and it sprung back. Then suddenly a knock came from the door.
"Cho? It's Roger, are you ready?" Chanse quickly threw on a robe.
"Yeah hold on Roger." Cho yelled back, "I'm sorry sweetie but I have to go..."
"But Cho..."
"All you need to do is brush your hair, then flip your head a couple of times, then hairspray it. You can do that, I know if you can stop a bludger with your bare hands I think you can handle a quickly brush, flip, spray." Cho hugged Chanse and started to walk to the door.
"Wait Cho I want to get a picture of you and me before the dance."
"Fine I'm letting Roger in though." Cho walked over to the door. "Come in Roger, Chanse wants me to wait for her." Chanse blushed and quickly brushed her hair, which after brushing the curls were now from mid- ear length to a little below her ear, and it was also very puffy.
"Cho? Why is it puffing?"
"Hold on, it's ok." Cho ran over to Chanse and flipped Chanse's head and then sprayed her head, and ran her fingers through Chanse's hair. She then pushed Chanse's curls into Chanse's head. "There, all's good." Chanse looked in the mirror and saw her hair was just fine.
"That looks great Cho."
"I know. But hurry Chanse." Chanse grabbed her high heels and dress and ran into the bathroom and quickly changed.
When she was done she slowly opened the door and stepped out. "WOW!" Cho and Roger shouted.
"What?" Chanse looked around her.
"Nothing you look great Chanse." Roger said.
"Here Roger..." Cho ran over and grabbed a camera and handed to Roger, "when I get over to Chanse count to three, then press this button." Roger nodded and waited for Cho and Chanse to get in position.
"One...Two...Three."
*CLICK*
He tossed the camera to Chanse and grabbed Cho's hand, "Come on Cho, I don't want to be late."
"Wait Cho here's a camera; bring it back at the end of the night." Cho nodded
"Bye, Chanse." Cho and Roger disappeared before Chanse could respond to Cho.
Chanse slowly walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at herself carefully. 'Is that me?' She thought. 'I've never looked so good. Wait till Oliver sees me.' She laughed in her head, "Shit Oliver!" She screamed.
Chanse picked up her dress end and ran out of the room, and started down the hallway but she remembered she had forgotten her purse that had the other cameras in it. She turned around and ran back in and grabbed her purse and slammed the door and ran down the stairs. She ran as fast as she could, in high heels, out the Ravenclaw house and down the hallway.
When she reached the moving stairs and stopped, she caught her breath and walked down slowly. She reached close to the bottom she saw Oliver waiting for her she smiled and walked down closer Oliver.
She was on the last platform of stairs and stood up there. "Wow!" Oliver's jaw dropped. "You, you look great." Chanse smiled and slowly walked down the stairs. Every step Chanse took Oliver took one towards her. When she was on the last step she started to step down but instead she tripped. "Gotcha." Oliver quickly grabbed Chanse, before she hit the ground. He slowly moved her body up to stand in front of him.
"Thanks." Oliver and Chanse we face-to-face and very close.
"Hey Chanse...Oh sorry." Cho said and shut the Great Hall's doors.
"We better get inside." Chanse whispered.
"Yeah." Oliver whispered back. Oliver cleared his throat. "Shall we?" He held out his arm for Chanse.
"We shall." She wrapped her arm in his and laughed as they walked in.
When they walked in Chanse looked at all the decoration and all the people dancing and talking. She looked to her right and saw Hermione with her date, Harry, his date, Ron, and his date. "I'll be right back, Oliver." Oliver nodded and walked over to where all the male quidditch players, from all the houses were standing around.
"Hey Hermione." Chanse tapped Hermione's shoulder, "you look great."
"Me? Look at you." Hermione hugged Chanse, "You look awesome!"
"Here." Chanse reached into her purse and pulled out a camera. "This is a camera..."
"I know what a camera is, thank you very much, I am half witch half Muggle, remember?
"Nope you never told me but...ok." Chanse laughed. Chanse looked over at Harry and Ron, "You guys don't look half bad either." Chanse nudged Harry, and he smiled.
Chanse turned around to look for Oliver but she didn't see him anywhere. She looked across the dance floor and saw Oliver talking with all the quidditch players. "Oliver!" she shouted and ran across the floor to Oliver. "Hey didn't you hear me?"
"No, sorry." Chanse turned to say hey to all the guys but when she did they all were staring at her, with their mouths open.
"Are you guys ok?"
"Chanse?" Owen Cauldwell, the chaser of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, asked.
"Yeah?"
"You look...um...like...a girl!"
"In case you didn't know, Owen, I am a fucking girl." Chanse got up in Owen's face, "But just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I can't kick your ass!"
"Calm down Chanse," Owen said as he slightly pushed off Chanse off, "I was just going to say that you look great."
"Oh sorry." Chanse laughed. "I'm just not used to dressing up and everything so I'm a little touchy to everything. Sorry."
"It's ok." Owen nudged Chanse.
"Hey Oliver you want some juice or something?"
"Sure, I'll go get it, though." Chanse stopped him.
"It's ok I'll get it I don't mind, anyways Angelina's over at the punch bowl and I want to talk to her." Chanse walked away from the group of the guys and they all watched Chanse walk away.
"DAMN! Oliver, how'd you score that?" Marcus Flint said hitting Oliver, while the rest of the group of guys continued to check Chanse's ass out.
"Guy stop." Oliver stood in front of the guys and tried to block them from checking her out. "Chanse will beat the shit out of you if she sees you."
"Quick Oliver move, she dropped her purse." All the guys pushed Oliver out of the way, and watched Chanse bend down to pick up her purse. But right as she started to pick up her purse and stand back up, she turned around (still bent over) and looked back at all the guys, who quickly turned around and smiled at the guys and bent back up and walked over to the punch bowl.
"Hey Angelina you look great." Angelina turned around and her eyes became very large.
"Chanse you look great."
"Thanks you to. Hey here's a camera, just pressed this button and it will take a picture."
"Um...ok."
"Just take pictures of the dance and things and bring it back to me after the dance." Chanse smiled and handed Angelina the camera and poured her and Oliver so punch. She walked back over to the guys.
"Hey guys. Here Oliver." Chanse handed Oliver his punch and looked at the guys.
"Oh hi Chanse." They all said and looked away. Chanse laughed.
"Its ok guys; one, I saw you checking me out, I know I looked. Two, I'm not going to do anything. Just wait till the next quidditch match." They all laughed and continued to talk.
The band came out on stage and began playing, "Who's this band, Oliver?" Chanse shouted over the music.
"They're The Weird Sisters."
"Oh, they're good."
"Yeah. You wanted to dance?"
"Let's wait till a slow song comes on." Right as Chanse said that one came on. Oliver grabbed Chanse hand and led her out onto the dance floor, where no one was on, and began to dance with her.
"You really look good Chanse." Chanse smiled.
"Thanks. Well I had to look good for you, you know." Chanse smiled.
"You don't have to; I don't care what you look like. Your fine the way you are." Chanse pushed off of Oliver a little and looked at him and smiled and pulled him closer, so now they were dancing cheek to cheek, Oliver smiled.
Chanse and Oliver were in their own world, they didn't notice the people watching them, or dancing near them. By the end of the song, Chanse and Oliver we're looking deep into each others eyes. "Come with me." Oliver whispered.
"Where?"
"Just come on." Oliver grabbed Chanse's hand and pulled her out of the Great Hall. Just before Chanse slipped out the door she looked back at all the people in there and no one noticed her and Oliver leave.
Chanse followed Oliver down the front stairs, and outside. "Where are you taking me Oliver?" Chanse asked.
"You'll see." Oliver whispered. Oliver took Chanse downstairs where the dungeon was, and where some of the old classrooms were. Oliver stopped to catch his breath and started to run when he heard.
"Oh yes, Albus, I'm very excited to see all the kids outfits." It was Professor McGongall and Professor Dumbledore. Oliver grabbed Chanse and pulled her it an old abandon classroom, and ran back into a dark corner.
"It's Dumbledore and Professor McGongall." Oliver whispered in Chanse's ear.
"Did you hear something, Minerva?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"Yes I did, I think it came from it here." Chanse took a deep breath in a grabbed Oliver.
"Oliver, what do..." Oliver cupped his hand over Chanse's mouth. Professor McGongall opened the door and slowly light flowed from the door, up to the corner. Chanse took a deep breathe in and turned her head into Oliver's chest.
Professor McGongall stopped just before to light hit Oliver's black shoes, "Albus I guess it was some rats or something." She shut the door. Oliver and Chanse didn't move till they were sure that Dumbledore and McGongall were gone.
Chanse sighed in relief, "Good they're gone." Chanse slowly pushed off of Oliver and walked a couple steps away from him, set her purse down on the table, and looked around. "What is this place?"
"It's an old classroom." Oliver sat down on an old desk table.
"Why'd you bring me down here?" Chanse asked as she walked over to Oliver and stood in front of him. Oliver jumped down off the table and cupped Chanse's hands.
"This may seem corny to you, but I seriously want this...I wanted to have a dance with you."
"But you already did."
"No a personal dance with you." Chanse smiled and looked down at the ground then she looked back up at Oliver who had his hand out waiting for Chanse answer. Chanse smiled and nodded and softly slid her hand into his and he slowly pulled her closer to him, until their noses touched. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.
Chanse got a feeling that she should kiss Oliver, because it wouldn't be right. So she quickly laid her head down on his shoulder and Oliver was a little hurt and then he slowly started to sway Chanse back and forth.
Chanse was so happy at that moment and she blocked out all her thoughts: Harry, grades, quidditch, everything.
Then she thought she heard something familiar so she stopped dancing with Oliver and listened closely, "What's wrong Chanse?"
"Shhh." Chanse climbed on top of a table and listened to the band upstairs. She heard Vertical Horizons, Everything You Want, starting to play, she faintly heard the lead singer say.
"This is a special request from a young witch, to another witch,"
'Cho,' Chanse thought.
"From the Muggle world. Vertical Horizon's, Everything You Want." Chanse slowly climbed off the table
"Hey Chanse, let's take a picture of us." Oliver ran over to the table and sat down on it with Chanse. They both smiled and the camera flashed, Oliver set the camera down by Chanse's purse and turned back around to look into Chanse's eyes.
"Oliver, I'm leaving tomorrow." Oliver's jaw dropped.
"Why Hogwarts isn't that bad is it?"
"No, I'm not leave forever. I'm just going on vacation for two weeks, to my dead mother's ranch." Chanse looked down, "And I was just wondering...can I have this last dance?" Chanse looked up at Oliver, who was smiling.
"Yes you can." He pulled her closely and then they began to sway back and forth to the music.
When the song was over Chanse pulled away from Oliver and walked over to get her purse. When she turned around Oliver was right behind her.
"Oh my god!" Chanse dropped her purse, and placed her hand on her heart, "Oliver..." she hit him, "don't do that!"
They both bent down to pick up the purse, but Oliver got to it first. He slowly slid the purse up Chanse's arm and when he softly laid it down on her shoulder; his cheek was next to hers.
He slowly moved away from her cheek and was now face-to-face with her. Chanse's eyes began to tear up, "I'm sorry Oliver...I can't do this." Chanse stood up and ran out of the dungeon, up the stairs, and up to her room in the Ravenclaw house.
Chanse woke up late, that Saturday, and when she did wake she sat up and looked around in her room. She smiled and stretched and walked out onto her deck. "Chanse watch out!" Hermione screamed, from her deck, on the other side.
Chanse looked out of the corner of her eye, and turned and took her stance and caught a quaffle, and slid across her small deck and straight into the railing. The railing broke and Chanse was half way hanging off it.
Chanse picked herself up and looked up at the person who had thrown the quaffle...it was Blaise.
Chanse walked over, with the quaffle in her hand, and threw it has hard as she could back at Blaise, and it skimmed her arm. "OUCH!" Blaise screamed. "YOU BITCH!" She yelled at Chanse who was smirking at her.
Blaise flew off and Chanse walked over to the railing part that had broken and looked down. "Kind of a long fall." She shrugged her shoulders and started to turn around when she stopped and heard a sound.
She quickly whipped around and saw that Blaise had it the quaffle back at Chanse. She looked over her shoulder and saw the drop, so she took her stance and caught the quaffle. It pushed her back to the edge of the deck. She wobbled back and forth, and then Blaise flew over to her, and tapped her backyards with her finger.
"AHHHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she fell towards the ground. Her body turned and turned in the air and she was just about to hit the ground and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them she was an inch away from hitting the ground. She quickly breathed in and out and looked up and saw Oliver holding her around the waist.
"Need a lift?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Thanks." Oliver set her down on the ground.
"Wait right here I've got something to do." Chanse nodded. Oliver grabbed the quaffle out of her arms and flew up to Blaise.
"Hi, Oliver." She said smiling.
"Blaise, I don't like you like that, actually right now I don't even like you at all. Stop torturing all the girls that like me, or that I like. Ok?"
"But Oliver they're not right for you."
"Blaise, thanks for your help, but no thanks. If they're not right for me I'll find that out on my own. Seriously, Blaise, don't take this the wrong way but..."
"Yes Oliver?"
"Get a life." Blaise's jaw dropped and Oliver flew back down to Chanse. "Need a lift back up?"
Chanse looked down then back up at Oliver with a smile, "Yeah that would be great." Chanse got on Oliver's broom and he started to fly her back up to her deck.
"Are you still in your pajamas?" Oliver asked, and Chanse blushed.
"Yeah, I just woke up." She laughed.
"Oh. Nice pajamas."
"Thanks." They got up to Chanse's deck, and Chanse got off of Oliver's broom.
"So you thought about the Yule Ball?"
"Yeah. I have." Chanse smirked.
"And..."
"And what?" Chanse laughed and slightly stuck her tongue out.
"Do you want to go with me or not?" Oliver shouted.
"Shhh. Calm down...of coarse I'm going with you. Who'd you think I was going with?" She laughed.
"Oh." Oliver laughed, "Do you want to meet outside the Great Hall?"
"Sure."
"Ok then."
"Alright."
"Bye." Oliver quickly said and flew off. Chanse laughed and watched him and he did a flip on his broom.
"Yahoo!" He yelled. Chanse laughed out loud and walked back into her room and sat down on her bed, and laughed again.
"What time is it?" Chanse rolled over to the side of her bed and looked at the clock, "Ok it's only noon, and the dance is in eight hours, so I have plenty of time till I need to get ready..."
Chanse thought for a minute, "...but I should probably paint my nails now then wait." Chanse pulled out her nail polish, "Now what should I do with my nails. Ok, I'm wearing a black robe so I should paint them." Chanse sighed, "I don't know what to do with them." She put the nail polish by her bed and laid back.
"Hey Chanse, what you doing?" Cho said as she opened the door. "Something wrong?" She walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down.
"No, this whole dance thing is making me think to much."
"Oh want to look good for Oliver huh?" Cho nudged Chanse, who smiled.
"No, I don't care what he thinks." Chanse smirked. Cho slightly laughed.
"So then what's the problem?" Cho asked.
"See, I'm thinking too much about this dance. You know, what am I going to do with my nails and hair? What about shoes? What about makeup? What about..."
"Ok, ok. I get it Chanse." Cho laughed.
"Sorry."
"It's ok. Well one thing at a time. We'll start with your nails." Cho grabbed Chanse's hand.
"No, Cho you don't have to do this for me, I'm ok, really, I'll figure something out."
"No, I have free time and I would be happy to help, whether you want it or not." Chanse smiled. "Ok, like I said, we'll start with your nails. So your wearing a black dress robe, we're not going to do black nails, cause that's not really your style."
"Yeah, it's definitely not." Chanse laughed.
"Ok, well let's just do a simple French manicure. Ok?"
"Ok. Why not?" Chanse stuck out her hand and Cho began to work on her nails.
A few minutes later, "Ok all done don't move your hands. Ok?" Chanse nodded and landed them down on her legs. "Well next thing to deal with is your feet. We'll just touch them up." Chanse looked nervously at Cho, who smiled at worked on Chanse's feet.
"Stop that tinkles."
"Done." Cho sat up and then looked at Chanse. "Your nails should be done it's been an hour and half." Chanse pulled her nailed to her and looked at them.
"Nice job, thank you Cho."
"Well we're not done yet." Cho said. Chanse looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulder. "Now this hair of yours." Cho flicked Chanse's hair. "Hmmm...." Cho thought about what she could do with Chanse's hair. "I've got it!" Cho yelled.
"What?!"
"We'll curl it a shit load, and then brush it a little and flip your head. That's perfect for you."
"Well...Ok."
"But we'll wait to do that. How long will it take you to get ready before the dance, like makeup done, shower, and all that crap?"
"Um... an hour or so."
"Ok well start an hour before you plan on starting then we'll curl your hair then you'll be done. But for now let's go watch all the quidditch players play in the courtyard out on the deck." Cho grabbed Chanse's hand and they walked outside.
They watched the quidditch players play against each other, about five thirty Chanse went into her room and started to get ready. She took a sort of quickly shower and then rapped herself up in a towel and sat down at her dresser.
She began to put on her eye shadow first, then the blush, then jewelry, and then she changed into her bra and underwear. "Hey Cho, I'm ready for my hair." Chanse shouted. Cho came out of the bathroom in her dress fully ready to go.
"One, How do I look? Two, why are you in your bra and underwear?"
"Because I didn't want the iron burning the robe...And I love that red dress robe."
"Oh. Ok." Cho walked over to Chanse and tightly curled her hair. When Cho was all done with the curly Chanse's jaw-length hair was now up to the middle of her ears.
"Um... No offence Cho, but I think you curled it to tight." Chanse said as she pulled and curl and it sprung back. Then suddenly a knock came from the door.
"Cho? It's Roger, are you ready?" Chanse quickly threw on a robe.
"Yeah hold on Roger." Cho yelled back, "I'm sorry sweetie but I have to go..."
"But Cho..."
"All you need to do is brush your hair, then flip your head a couple of times, then hairspray it. You can do that, I know if you can stop a bludger with your bare hands I think you can handle a quickly brush, flip, spray." Cho hugged Chanse and started to walk to the door.
"Wait Cho I want to get a picture of you and me before the dance."
"Fine I'm letting Roger in though." Cho walked over to the door. "Come in Roger, Chanse wants me to wait for her." Chanse blushed and quickly brushed her hair, which after brushing the curls were now from mid- ear length to a little below her ear, and it was also very puffy.
"Cho? Why is it puffing?"
"Hold on, it's ok." Cho ran over to Chanse and flipped Chanse's head and then sprayed her head, and ran her fingers through Chanse's hair. She then pushed Chanse's curls into Chanse's head. "There, all's good." Chanse looked in the mirror and saw her hair was just fine.
"That looks great Cho."
"I know. But hurry Chanse." Chanse grabbed her high heels and dress and ran into the bathroom and quickly changed.
When she was done she slowly opened the door and stepped out. "WOW!" Cho and Roger shouted.
"What?" Chanse looked around her.
"Nothing you look great Chanse." Roger said.
"Here Roger..." Cho ran over and grabbed a camera and handed to Roger, "when I get over to Chanse count to three, then press this button." Roger nodded and waited for Cho and Chanse to get in position.
"One...Two...Three."
*CLICK*
He tossed the camera to Chanse and grabbed Cho's hand, "Come on Cho, I don't want to be late."
"Wait Cho here's a camera; bring it back at the end of the night." Cho nodded
"Bye, Chanse." Cho and Roger disappeared before Chanse could respond to Cho.
Chanse slowly walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at herself carefully. 'Is that me?' She thought. 'I've never looked so good. Wait till Oliver sees me.' She laughed in her head, "Shit Oliver!" She screamed.
Chanse picked up her dress end and ran out of the room, and started down the hallway but she remembered she had forgotten her purse that had the other cameras in it. She turned around and ran back in and grabbed her purse and slammed the door and ran down the stairs. She ran as fast as she could, in high heels, out the Ravenclaw house and down the hallway.
When she reached the moving stairs and stopped, she caught her breath and walked down slowly. She reached close to the bottom she saw Oliver waiting for her she smiled and walked down closer Oliver.
She was on the last platform of stairs and stood up there. "Wow!" Oliver's jaw dropped. "You, you look great." Chanse smiled and slowly walked down the stairs. Every step Chanse took Oliver took one towards her. When she was on the last step she started to step down but instead she tripped. "Gotcha." Oliver quickly grabbed Chanse, before she hit the ground. He slowly moved her body up to stand in front of him.
"Thanks." Oliver and Chanse we face-to-face and very close.
"Hey Chanse...Oh sorry." Cho said and shut the Great Hall's doors.
"We better get inside." Chanse whispered.
"Yeah." Oliver whispered back. Oliver cleared his throat. "Shall we?" He held out his arm for Chanse.
"We shall." She wrapped her arm in his and laughed as they walked in.
When they walked in Chanse looked at all the decoration and all the people dancing and talking. She looked to her right and saw Hermione with her date, Harry, his date, Ron, and his date. "I'll be right back, Oliver." Oliver nodded and walked over to where all the male quidditch players, from all the houses were standing around.
"Hey Hermione." Chanse tapped Hermione's shoulder, "you look great."
"Me? Look at you." Hermione hugged Chanse, "You look awesome!"
"Here." Chanse reached into her purse and pulled out a camera. "This is a camera..."
"I know what a camera is, thank you very much, I am half witch half Muggle, remember?
"Nope you never told me but...ok." Chanse laughed. Chanse looked over at Harry and Ron, "You guys don't look half bad either." Chanse nudged Harry, and he smiled.
Chanse turned around to look for Oliver but she didn't see him anywhere. She looked across the dance floor and saw Oliver talking with all the quidditch players. "Oliver!" she shouted and ran across the floor to Oliver. "Hey didn't you hear me?"
"No, sorry." Chanse turned to say hey to all the guys but when she did they all were staring at her, with their mouths open.
"Are you guys ok?"
"Chanse?" Owen Cauldwell, the chaser of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, asked.
"Yeah?"
"You look...um...like...a girl!"
"In case you didn't know, Owen, I am a fucking girl." Chanse got up in Owen's face, "But just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I can't kick your ass!"
"Calm down Chanse," Owen said as he slightly pushed off Chanse off, "I was just going to say that you look great."
"Oh sorry." Chanse laughed. "I'm just not used to dressing up and everything so I'm a little touchy to everything. Sorry."
"It's ok." Owen nudged Chanse.
"Hey Oliver you want some juice or something?"
"Sure, I'll go get it, though." Chanse stopped him.
"It's ok I'll get it I don't mind, anyways Angelina's over at the punch bowl and I want to talk to her." Chanse walked away from the group of the guys and they all watched Chanse walk away.
"DAMN! Oliver, how'd you score that?" Marcus Flint said hitting Oliver, while the rest of the group of guys continued to check Chanse's ass out.
"Guy stop." Oliver stood in front of the guys and tried to block them from checking her out. "Chanse will beat the shit out of you if she sees you."
"Quick Oliver move, she dropped her purse." All the guys pushed Oliver out of the way, and watched Chanse bend down to pick up her purse. But right as she started to pick up her purse and stand back up, she turned around (still bent over) and looked back at all the guys, who quickly turned around and smiled at the guys and bent back up and walked over to the punch bowl.
"Hey Angelina you look great." Angelina turned around and her eyes became very large.
"Chanse you look great."
"Thanks you to. Hey here's a camera, just pressed this button and it will take a picture."
"Um...ok."
"Just take pictures of the dance and things and bring it back to me after the dance." Chanse smiled and handed Angelina the camera and poured her and Oliver so punch. She walked back over to the guys.
"Hey guys. Here Oliver." Chanse handed Oliver his punch and looked at the guys.
"Oh hi Chanse." They all said and looked away. Chanse laughed.
"Its ok guys; one, I saw you checking me out, I know I looked. Two, I'm not going to do anything. Just wait till the next quidditch match." They all laughed and continued to talk.
The band came out on stage and began playing, "Who's this band, Oliver?" Chanse shouted over the music.
"They're The Weird Sisters."
"Oh, they're good."
"Yeah. You wanted to dance?"
"Let's wait till a slow song comes on." Right as Chanse said that one came on. Oliver grabbed Chanse hand and led her out onto the dance floor, where no one was on, and began to dance with her.
"You really look good Chanse." Chanse smiled.
"Thanks. Well I had to look good for you, you know." Chanse smiled.
"You don't have to; I don't care what you look like. Your fine the way you are." Chanse pushed off of Oliver a little and looked at him and smiled and pulled him closer, so now they were dancing cheek to cheek, Oliver smiled.
Chanse and Oliver were in their own world, they didn't notice the people watching them, or dancing near them. By the end of the song, Chanse and Oliver we're looking deep into each others eyes. "Come with me." Oliver whispered.
"Where?"
"Just come on." Oliver grabbed Chanse's hand and pulled her out of the Great Hall. Just before Chanse slipped out the door she looked back at all the people in there and no one noticed her and Oliver leave.
Chanse followed Oliver down the front stairs, and outside. "Where are you taking me Oliver?" Chanse asked.
"You'll see." Oliver whispered. Oliver took Chanse downstairs where the dungeon was, and where some of the old classrooms were. Oliver stopped to catch his breath and started to run when he heard.
"Oh yes, Albus, I'm very excited to see all the kids outfits." It was Professor McGongall and Professor Dumbledore. Oliver grabbed Chanse and pulled her it an old abandon classroom, and ran back into a dark corner.
"It's Dumbledore and Professor McGongall." Oliver whispered in Chanse's ear.
"Did you hear something, Minerva?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"Yes I did, I think it came from it here." Chanse took a deep breath in a grabbed Oliver.
"Oliver, what do..." Oliver cupped his hand over Chanse's mouth. Professor McGongall opened the door and slowly light flowed from the door, up to the corner. Chanse took a deep breathe in and turned her head into Oliver's chest.
Professor McGongall stopped just before to light hit Oliver's black shoes, "Albus I guess it was some rats or something." She shut the door. Oliver and Chanse didn't move till they were sure that Dumbledore and McGongall were gone.
Chanse sighed in relief, "Good they're gone." Chanse slowly pushed off of Oliver and walked a couple steps away from him, set her purse down on the table, and looked around. "What is this place?"
"It's an old classroom." Oliver sat down on an old desk table.
"Why'd you bring me down here?" Chanse asked as she walked over to Oliver and stood in front of him. Oliver jumped down off the table and cupped Chanse's hands.
"This may seem corny to you, but I seriously want this...I wanted to have a dance with you."
"But you already did."
"No a personal dance with you." Chanse smiled and looked down at the ground then she looked back up at Oliver who had his hand out waiting for Chanse answer. Chanse smiled and nodded and softly slid her hand into his and he slowly pulled her closer to him, until their noses touched. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.
Chanse got a feeling that she should kiss Oliver, because it wouldn't be right. So she quickly laid her head down on his shoulder and Oliver was a little hurt and then he slowly started to sway Chanse back and forth.
Chanse was so happy at that moment and she blocked out all her thoughts: Harry, grades, quidditch, everything.
Then she thought she heard something familiar so she stopped dancing with Oliver and listened closely, "What's wrong Chanse?"
"Shhh." Chanse climbed on top of a table and listened to the band upstairs. She heard Vertical Horizons, Everything You Want, starting to play, she faintly heard the lead singer say.
"This is a special request from a young witch, to another witch,"
'Cho,' Chanse thought.
"From the Muggle world. Vertical Horizon's, Everything You Want." Chanse slowly climbed off the table
"Hey Chanse, let's take a picture of us." Oliver ran over to the table and sat down on it with Chanse. They both smiled and the camera flashed, Oliver set the camera down by Chanse's purse and turned back around to look into Chanse's eyes.
"Oliver, I'm leaving tomorrow." Oliver's jaw dropped.
"Why Hogwarts isn't that bad is it?"
"No, I'm not leave forever. I'm just going on vacation for two weeks, to my dead mother's ranch." Chanse looked down, "And I was just wondering...can I have this last dance?" Chanse looked up at Oliver, who was smiling.
"Yes you can." He pulled her closely and then they began to sway back and forth to the music.
When the song was over Chanse pulled away from Oliver and walked over to get her purse. When she turned around Oliver was right behind her.
"Oh my god!" Chanse dropped her purse, and placed her hand on her heart, "Oliver..." she hit him, "don't do that!"
They both bent down to pick up the purse, but Oliver got to it first. He slowly slid the purse up Chanse's arm and when he softly laid it down on her shoulder; his cheek was next to hers.
He slowly moved away from her cheek and was now face-to-face with her. Chanse's eyes began to tear up, "I'm sorry Oliver...I can't do this." Chanse stood up and ran out of the dungeon, up the stairs, and up to her room in the Ravenclaw house.