Chapter 2
Ron couldn't believe he had been doing it again. He was ready to stop speaking to himself! He couldn't like Hermione- he knew that. She was his best friend! People don't fall in love with their best friends, and when they do, it never works out. There was no way Ron would ever risk the friendship he had with Harry and 'Mione. Unless, of course, she felt the same way he did.
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Professor McGonagall was ready to give up. She could see that no one was paying attention. Even Hermione, her prize student, was daydreaming. After all, the masquerade ball was only seven days away.
What was McGonagall saying? Oh well, too late now. She'd get the notes from Lavender later, Hermione decided. She was busy trying to decide what mask she would wear to the ball. She had a beautiful blue and white mask that her mother had given her, and it would go perfectly with her robes. yes! That was it- they'd work perfectly together. Now came the bigger problem. her hair. She could always straighten it, maybe she'd have Ginny help her..
Oy. What was he supposed to do? If anyone saw his hair they'd know right away who he was. It would be a dead giveaway! Especially with his tattered dress robes. Every time he tried to make them look better his plan backfired- by this time they looked like 'Mione's cat had shredded them to pieces!
"Harry. Harry!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Ron- I was thinking about something else." Harry turned his head, hoping Ron hadn't seen the look of fear on his face. "What do you think I should do with my robes for the ball?"
"Well, I guess you can wear one of my dress robes. I mean, you're a little bit taller than me, but we can fix them."
"Thanks Harry." And Ron walked away completely satisfied.
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That night Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room with a smile on his face. All in all, he'd had a rather good day. So far, the only mishap had been when Neville had turned his voice into a frog's croak during charms. Harry, however, had discovered that he could disguise his voice rather well. He'd gone to the library, and was planning on going to sleep right away, since it was so late.
However, when he walked into the common room he found that he wasn't the only one still up. Hermione and Ron were sitting on one of the couches, obviously waiting for him. Ron stood as he walked in.
"What's going on, Harry?"
"I'm not sure I know what you are talking about, now if you don't mind -" He was cut off by Ron.
"Bloody hell! Do you honestly think that I have been your best friend for six years and can't tell when you're upset by something? You've been acting funny all day, and I saw that look in your face in transfigurations, so stop being such a prat and tell me what's wrong!"
Hermione continued. "Harry Potter, do you honestly think you can hide something from us? Do you honestly want to hide something from us? I mean, it can't be that bad- it's not like Voldemort can rise again or anything."
Harry realized the futility of trying to keep a secret from them. He hesitated only a moment before he spoke. "They've started again. The dreams, like the ones where I saw Voldemort and Wormtail in our fourth year, only this time they are about the masquerade ball. At the end of the ball, when people are planning to return to their houses, Voldemort suddenly appears, cursing everyone he sees." Harry glanced down. He got. he got Ginny."
"This isn't a good sign, Harry." Hermione had a worried expression on her face. "Every time you've had these dreams in the past something bad has happened."
"True," said Ron. "Well, you've always kept the dreams to yourself, right? Maybe you should tell Sirius, or even -"
"Dumbledore." Hermione cut in. "Ron's right, you definitely need to tell someone."
"Ok, I'll go speak to Dumbledore now, if he's going to do anything, the more time the better. That is, if he actually believes me," Harry muttered.
"'Mione and I will write a letter to Sirius." Ron picked up a sheet of paper and his quill. "Can I borrow Hedwig?"
"Oh, um, yeah," said Harry, absentmindedly, as he exited the room.
As Harry left the room Ron said the first, and only, thing that came to his mind. "Bloody hell."
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The next morning the trio was on their way to breakfast in the Great Hall when they heard a familiar sniggering coming from behind them. "So, Ron- have you decided to shave all your hair off for the ball? Or can your family not even afford the razor you'll need. Although, that hair won't matter once people see your robes- there will be no mistaking who you are then."
As Malfoy continued with his taunts Hermione spun around. There was a look in her eyes that neither Ron nor Harry had ever seen. "'Mione, no!" Ron shouted. But he was too late. In truth, he didn't really mind being too late. It was actually rather funny to see the pile of books by Draco's feet lift up into the air, tripping him and sending him sprawling.
It was quite funny. Until they heard another familiar voice behind them. "Miss Granger, I do believe that warrants a detention." Grimacing, the trio turned around to face one of their least favorite people in the world, Snape.
Hermione had the sense to keep her mouth shut, but her friends weren't that smart. "Hey, that's not fair- he brought that upon himself!"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley- I believe that you two have also just earned yourselves detention." Snape turned to walk away, and Ron opened his mouth to retort. Fortunately, Hermione put her hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
"You Weasleys are all the same." Malfoy laughed. "Just give it up- you lost, and your dad can't get you out of this situation."
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy. Did I just hear you make a remark about my family?"
"Oh. Excuse me, Professor Weasley. I didn't."
"You didn't expect for me to be behind you when you made fun of my family? Well, I believe that you have just earned yourself a detention, for making fun of a professor to his face. You shall serve it when they serve theirs." Percy nodded at Ron, Harry, and Hermione and exited the room.
"Next time your precious brother won't be here to protect you." Malfoy growled, then he too left the room.
"You didn't have to do that, 'Mione."
"Yeah, Ron. I did." They walked to the Great hall in silence.
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Ron couldn't believe he had been doing it again. He was ready to stop speaking to himself! He couldn't like Hermione- he knew that. She was his best friend! People don't fall in love with their best friends, and when they do, it never works out. There was no way Ron would ever risk the friendship he had with Harry and 'Mione. Unless, of course, she felt the same way he did.
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Professor McGonagall was ready to give up. She could see that no one was paying attention. Even Hermione, her prize student, was daydreaming. After all, the masquerade ball was only seven days away.
What was McGonagall saying? Oh well, too late now. She'd get the notes from Lavender later, Hermione decided. She was busy trying to decide what mask she would wear to the ball. She had a beautiful blue and white mask that her mother had given her, and it would go perfectly with her robes. yes! That was it- they'd work perfectly together. Now came the bigger problem. her hair. She could always straighten it, maybe she'd have Ginny help her..
Oy. What was he supposed to do? If anyone saw his hair they'd know right away who he was. It would be a dead giveaway! Especially with his tattered dress robes. Every time he tried to make them look better his plan backfired- by this time they looked like 'Mione's cat had shredded them to pieces!
"Harry. Harry!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Ron- I was thinking about something else." Harry turned his head, hoping Ron hadn't seen the look of fear on his face. "What do you think I should do with my robes for the ball?"
"Well, I guess you can wear one of my dress robes. I mean, you're a little bit taller than me, but we can fix them."
"Thanks Harry." And Ron walked away completely satisfied.
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That night Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room with a smile on his face. All in all, he'd had a rather good day. So far, the only mishap had been when Neville had turned his voice into a frog's croak during charms. Harry, however, had discovered that he could disguise his voice rather well. He'd gone to the library, and was planning on going to sleep right away, since it was so late.
However, when he walked into the common room he found that he wasn't the only one still up. Hermione and Ron were sitting on one of the couches, obviously waiting for him. Ron stood as he walked in.
"What's going on, Harry?"
"I'm not sure I know what you are talking about, now if you don't mind -" He was cut off by Ron.
"Bloody hell! Do you honestly think that I have been your best friend for six years and can't tell when you're upset by something? You've been acting funny all day, and I saw that look in your face in transfigurations, so stop being such a prat and tell me what's wrong!"
Hermione continued. "Harry Potter, do you honestly think you can hide something from us? Do you honestly want to hide something from us? I mean, it can't be that bad- it's not like Voldemort can rise again or anything."
Harry realized the futility of trying to keep a secret from them. He hesitated only a moment before he spoke. "They've started again. The dreams, like the ones where I saw Voldemort and Wormtail in our fourth year, only this time they are about the masquerade ball. At the end of the ball, when people are planning to return to their houses, Voldemort suddenly appears, cursing everyone he sees." Harry glanced down. He got. he got Ginny."
"This isn't a good sign, Harry." Hermione had a worried expression on her face. "Every time you've had these dreams in the past something bad has happened."
"True," said Ron. "Well, you've always kept the dreams to yourself, right? Maybe you should tell Sirius, or even -"
"Dumbledore." Hermione cut in. "Ron's right, you definitely need to tell someone."
"Ok, I'll go speak to Dumbledore now, if he's going to do anything, the more time the better. That is, if he actually believes me," Harry muttered.
"'Mione and I will write a letter to Sirius." Ron picked up a sheet of paper and his quill. "Can I borrow Hedwig?"
"Oh, um, yeah," said Harry, absentmindedly, as he exited the room.
As Harry left the room Ron said the first, and only, thing that came to his mind. "Bloody hell."
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The next morning the trio was on their way to breakfast in the Great Hall when they heard a familiar sniggering coming from behind them. "So, Ron- have you decided to shave all your hair off for the ball? Or can your family not even afford the razor you'll need. Although, that hair won't matter once people see your robes- there will be no mistaking who you are then."
As Malfoy continued with his taunts Hermione spun around. There was a look in her eyes that neither Ron nor Harry had ever seen. "'Mione, no!" Ron shouted. But he was too late. In truth, he didn't really mind being too late. It was actually rather funny to see the pile of books by Draco's feet lift up into the air, tripping him and sending him sprawling.
It was quite funny. Until they heard another familiar voice behind them. "Miss Granger, I do believe that warrants a detention." Grimacing, the trio turned around to face one of their least favorite people in the world, Snape.
Hermione had the sense to keep her mouth shut, but her friends weren't that smart. "Hey, that's not fair- he brought that upon himself!"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley- I believe that you two have also just earned yourselves detention." Snape turned to walk away, and Ron opened his mouth to retort. Fortunately, Hermione put her hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
"You Weasleys are all the same." Malfoy laughed. "Just give it up- you lost, and your dad can't get you out of this situation."
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy. Did I just hear you make a remark about my family?"
"Oh. Excuse me, Professor Weasley. I didn't."
"You didn't expect for me to be behind you when you made fun of my family? Well, I believe that you have just earned yourself a detention, for making fun of a professor to his face. You shall serve it when they serve theirs." Percy nodded at Ron, Harry, and Hermione and exited the room.
"Next time your precious brother won't be here to protect you." Malfoy growled, then he too left the room.
"You didn't have to do that, 'Mione."
"Yeah, Ron. I did." They walked to the Great hall in silence.
Ok guys, Pleeeeeaze tell me what you think about my writing! Should I continue the story? And- do you guys want something to go on between Harry and Ginny? Or Ginny and Malfoy?