Disclaimer: I don't own any of Harry Potter other than Hope, Amy, and the plot… and Frosty… forgive me if I forget anyone else…
A/N: Sorry about the delay in this one. We just blew threw another computer (second one in under two months) so I'm using this one (my daddy's computer) for now until he comes home. Hopefully, I'll be done with it before he does. By the way, this chapter is mainly going to be from Ron's point of view. K?
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Harry and Ron both had an unsettling suspicion that finding dates for this years dance was going to be just as difficult as last years, if not more.
"Are you just about done with my quill?" asked Harry very irritated one day during DADA. Amy had, yet again, needed to borrow his quill for her paper. To his displeasure, Ron and Harry got into trouble and Ron and Amy had to trade seats. Amy hadn't stopped bothering Harry since.
"Hmmm… Let me think." replied Amy absently doodling over her parchment while looking up at the ceiling through Harry's glasses. "No. In fact, this is the best quill I've stolen all year. Thanks, Potter."
Harry counted to ten. Then: "Okay, at least can I have my glasses back?" She stopped drawing and for a split second, looked as though she were going to give in.
"Sorry, no comprendo Stupid." Amy said with an evil grin. Hermione looked over at Harry for the other side of Amy. Just as Harry opened his mouth to swear at Amy, Professor Hope spoke up.
"Today, we're going to start our section on something you guys are very familiar with." Hope paused to flip her long, silky black hair over her pale shoulders. Even it being the beginning of December, she still draped her robes messily over her shoulders, exposing her white skin underneath. "We'll be studying how to remain safe in a place very similar to the Forbidden Forest, in the case where you'd be stranded or lost there. Go ahead and get into groups of four. Then, using your text, create a list of supplies you should never be without when venturing into an unfamiliar place. Due at the end of the hour" She then returned to her desk in the dark corner and watched. Hope never seemed to be too involved with the class. She would always assign something and then go back to her desk.
Hermione took her chair around the table and sat in front of Harry. Ron did the same. Amy watched the both of them with mild interest.
"Well, we know that you should never be without your wand." Hermione dove right in. "Your owl or pet might not be a bad idea either."
"So what are all you guys doing for the Yule Ball?" Amy butted in. This time, she didn't even sound like a sarcastic bitch. She was actually half way pleasant sounding. Hermione, Ron and Harry were thrown off by the question. "Well?"
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Who are you going with…?" Amy answered a bit more coldly.
"Oh, no one yet. We're not sure if Victor can come yet."
"Fascinating." replied Amy looking away. She didn't sound remotely interested. "What about you, Harry?"
"Oh," Harry began. He could feel his face begin to flush slightly. "There's a girl I have my eye on."
"Intriguing." She replied, again looking away. Amy was now looking at Ron, and she now seemed interested. "What about you?" She leaned over the table slightly towards him.
"I was going to ask Hermione." Ron lied. Hermione looked extremely startled, but she then understood.
"Oh…" Amy sat back in her chair. She remained quiet For a while. Malfoy, however, kept turning and staring towards the group.
"Do you have some sort of back problem?!" Amy finally snapped.
"Erm, no" Malfoy replied, turning slightly pink.
"Then let me suggest you turn around before I give you one."
Malfoy obeyed and spun back around.
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"She was going to what?!" asked Madison stunned. Ron had just finished telling her about Amy.
"She was going to ask me to the dance!" Ron answered more out of breath than usual.
Ron and Madison had just settled down next to the fire in the common room that night.
"You should have gone with her." Madison said after pausing momentarily. Ron looked totally taken aback.
"…what?" He managed to sputter. "Why? Why? Why on earth would you say that? WHY?"
"Well, she'd really nice."
"Well, not to me. Besides, I wanted to ask someone else…" Ron said quietly, looking at the loose thread in the ugly red and gold rug underneath their bottoms.
"Who?" Madison asked excitedly. She leaned in closer to Ron, looking at him intently.
"Well, you." he replied without looking up. His face went to a color similar to that of a beat. Madison sat back and looked at him bug eyed.
"Ron," She saiad soothingly. "I'd love to go with you and all, but you came too late. I've already cleared it with Dumbledore so Oliver could come. I'm sorry." She could tell Ron was very disappointed. "But, hey, I'll save you a dance. Ok?"
Ron looked back up to her and nodded with a smile.
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"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday." Ron said in the hallway the next morning after he had caught up to Amy. "Is the offer still on the table?" Amy stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at him.
"Actually, no, it's not." She said. "That really hurt." Ron grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off to the side of the hall.
"What do you mean it's not on the table anymore?" Ron asked barely above a whisper. "How did I hurt you?" Amy pushed his hand off her arm.
"You knew I liked you. Then you go and make up some bullshit lie so I won't ask you." Amy replied a bit louder than Ron. "It hurt me that you'd pick some beaver-mutant girl over me. Besides, I already knew she had a boyfriend." Amy turned on her heel before Ron could stop her.
"Wait," Ron called after her. "Then who are you going with?"
"Malfoy." She called back over her shoulder.
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A/N: me think I'll leave it right there because I need to get back to Harry's POV. I'll start working on that one as soon as this one is up.
REVIEW *you KNOW you want to*
A/N: Sorry about the delay in this one. We just blew threw another computer (second one in under two months) so I'm using this one (my daddy's computer) for now until he comes home. Hopefully, I'll be done with it before he does. By the way, this chapter is mainly going to be from Ron's point of view. K?
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Harry and Ron both had an unsettling suspicion that finding dates for this years dance was going to be just as difficult as last years, if not more.
"Are you just about done with my quill?" asked Harry very irritated one day during DADA. Amy had, yet again, needed to borrow his quill for her paper. To his displeasure, Ron and Harry got into trouble and Ron and Amy had to trade seats. Amy hadn't stopped bothering Harry since.
"Hmmm… Let me think." replied Amy absently doodling over her parchment while looking up at the ceiling through Harry's glasses. "No. In fact, this is the best quill I've stolen all year. Thanks, Potter."
Harry counted to ten. Then: "Okay, at least can I have my glasses back?" She stopped drawing and for a split second, looked as though she were going to give in.
"Sorry, no comprendo Stupid." Amy said with an evil grin. Hermione looked over at Harry for the other side of Amy. Just as Harry opened his mouth to swear at Amy, Professor Hope spoke up.
"Today, we're going to start our section on something you guys are very familiar with." Hope paused to flip her long, silky black hair over her pale shoulders. Even it being the beginning of December, she still draped her robes messily over her shoulders, exposing her white skin underneath. "We'll be studying how to remain safe in a place very similar to the Forbidden Forest, in the case where you'd be stranded or lost there. Go ahead and get into groups of four. Then, using your text, create a list of supplies you should never be without when venturing into an unfamiliar place. Due at the end of the hour" She then returned to her desk in the dark corner and watched. Hope never seemed to be too involved with the class. She would always assign something and then go back to her desk.
Hermione took her chair around the table and sat in front of Harry. Ron did the same. Amy watched the both of them with mild interest.
"Well, we know that you should never be without your wand." Hermione dove right in. "Your owl or pet might not be a bad idea either."
"So what are all you guys doing for the Yule Ball?" Amy butted in. This time, she didn't even sound like a sarcastic bitch. She was actually half way pleasant sounding. Hermione, Ron and Harry were thrown off by the question. "Well?"
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Who are you going with…?" Amy answered a bit more coldly.
"Oh, no one yet. We're not sure if Victor can come yet."
"Fascinating." replied Amy looking away. She didn't sound remotely interested. "What about you, Harry?"
"Oh," Harry began. He could feel his face begin to flush slightly. "There's a girl I have my eye on."
"Intriguing." She replied, again looking away. Amy was now looking at Ron, and she now seemed interested. "What about you?" She leaned over the table slightly towards him.
"I was going to ask Hermione." Ron lied. Hermione looked extremely startled, but she then understood.
"Oh…" Amy sat back in her chair. She remained quiet For a while. Malfoy, however, kept turning and staring towards the group.
"Do you have some sort of back problem?!" Amy finally snapped.
"Erm, no" Malfoy replied, turning slightly pink.
"Then let me suggest you turn around before I give you one."
Malfoy obeyed and spun back around.
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"She was going to what?!" asked Madison stunned. Ron had just finished telling her about Amy.
"She was going to ask me to the dance!" Ron answered more out of breath than usual.
Ron and Madison had just settled down next to the fire in the common room that night.
"You should have gone with her." Madison said after pausing momentarily. Ron looked totally taken aback.
"…what?" He managed to sputter. "Why? Why? Why on earth would you say that? WHY?"
"Well, she'd really nice."
"Well, not to me. Besides, I wanted to ask someone else…" Ron said quietly, looking at the loose thread in the ugly red and gold rug underneath their bottoms.
"Who?" Madison asked excitedly. She leaned in closer to Ron, looking at him intently.
"Well, you." he replied without looking up. His face went to a color similar to that of a beat. Madison sat back and looked at him bug eyed.
"Ron," She saiad soothingly. "I'd love to go with you and all, but you came too late. I've already cleared it with Dumbledore so Oliver could come. I'm sorry." She could tell Ron was very disappointed. "But, hey, I'll save you a dance. Ok?"
Ron looked back up to her and nodded with a smile.
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"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday." Ron said in the hallway the next morning after he had caught up to Amy. "Is the offer still on the table?" Amy stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at him.
"Actually, no, it's not." She said. "That really hurt." Ron grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off to the side of the hall.
"What do you mean it's not on the table anymore?" Ron asked barely above a whisper. "How did I hurt you?" Amy pushed his hand off her arm.
"You knew I liked you. Then you go and make up some bullshit lie so I won't ask you." Amy replied a bit louder than Ron. "It hurt me that you'd pick some beaver-mutant girl over me. Besides, I already knew she had a boyfriend." Amy turned on her heel before Ron could stop her.
"Wait," Ron called after her. "Then who are you going with?"
"Malfoy." She called back over her shoulder.
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A/N: me think I'll leave it right there because I need to get back to Harry's POV. I'll start working on that one as soon as this one is up.
REVIEW *you KNOW you want to*