(A/N: okay people if you're not gonna give me reviews and ideas, I'm not
gonna write as often. Thanks so much Bri, Lea, and especially SolaStar. I
love you guys; you're the best. So here's chapter 8)
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It was one day before the night of the Christmas Ball. Surprisingly, many people still didn't have dates, which resulted in the hallways being a mad throughway of desperate students. Even Peeves hid in the darkest broom closet he could find.
Hazel was currently in Herbology, trimming Fire-twist, a nasty plant that was used as dragon food and as a wake-up potion. She was sorting through her mind trying to figure out who was taking who to the Ball, and who was still available. Ron was taking Hermione, Lavender was going with Dean, and Parvati was going with that guy Ryan from Ravenclaw. Neville was going with some Hufflepuff girl, Lee had managed to get Rilla Hopkins to go with him, and Harry had asked Cho, who had said yes. Then there was Draco, but he was going with Pansy Parkinson. That left nobody. Except Seamus, who was probably not even going to the Ball. Then there was Ginny, who was most likely going with Colin. Fred was taking Angelina, and George was going with some Ravenclaw girl.
Who the hell am I going to go with, Hazel asked herself? She cursed out loud, then returned to her work of trimming plants.
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Somewhere in the castle, Draco Malfoy also cursed. His plan had not worked. He went over it in his mind: He had put a spell on Ginny Weasley so Potter would fall for her and ask her to the Ball, so Malfoy could ask Hazel. But then something had gone wrong, and Potter had asked Cho to go with him, leaving Colin to ask Ginny. Draco had heard from someone that Harry had asked a girl to the Ball that was not Ginny, and assumed Harry had asked Hazel. Then he had got pretty pissed off, and asked Pansy to go with him; pathetic little pale Pansy. She had no fire or spirit, not like Hazel. And now, he had found out that Hazel still had no date, but he could not ask her now! He swore again, before returning to his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
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It was the evening of the Christmas Ball. The Gryffindor girls' dormitory was a disaster of clothes, flying hairpins, and lost make-up, as they all scrambled to get ready. Hazel had decided to wear light-gold colored robes, embroidered with silver snowflakes. She did not have a date for the Ball, and told herself it was merely because she wanted to be able to dance with anyone she wanted.
"You look so pretty, Hazel!" said Lavender, who was wearing white and pink robes.
"Thanks, so do you," Hazel replied. Hermione came out of the bathroom. She had straightened her hair and was wearing red robes with gold patterns. She looked quite different from normal.
"Coming?" asked Hermione. "We're going to be late."
"Yep," said Hazel, and the two girls went off to the common room.
Harry and Ron were waiting for them, and both looked extremely nervous.
"Um, Hermione, you look, er, really, um," Ron stuttered, turning red. Hermione solved this problem by kissing him on the cheek. Then it was her turn to blush.
"You two!" said Harry, shaking his head. All four headed down to the Great Hall.
When they got just outside the Hall, Harry met up with Cho, and the two disappeared through the huge wooden doors. Ron and Hermione followed suit, and soon Hazel was left standing alone. She stepped into the Great Hall, and gasped with pleasure. The Hall was decorated with its traditional 12-foot Christmas trees, and had fairy lights and candles scattered throughout. It created a warm, glowing effect. The enchanted ceiling was clear and starry, with dry snow falling down, swirling romantically around the dancers. An Irish-looking band was playing music, and the entire school was crowed into the Hall. They were either sitting at tables or dancing across the sparkling floor. Even some of the teachers were dancing, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Hazel headed over to where Lavender, Dean, Parvati and her date Ryan were hanging out. No doubt about it, Ryan was hot.
"Hey guys," said Hazel.
"Hey!" said Parvati. A new song had just started up. "Come on Ryan, let's dance!"
She dragged him up onto the floor, and soon Dean and Lavender joined them. Fred and Angelina were also dancing, along with Harry and Cho, who both looked nervous but happy. Ron and Hermione were dancing, and so were Lee and Rilla, Colin and Ginny. They all seemed to be having fun.
Hazel was feeling a little left out, but it wasn't until she saw Draco and Pansy that she really got mad. The two were dancing, with Pansy practically throwing herself all over Draco, who didn't exactly protest.
That was enough for Hazel. She stormed out of the Hall, and into the hallway where the only person standing around was George Weasley. He immediately turned around to face her.
"Hi George?" Hazel said tentatively. "What you doing?"
"Oh, um, nothing! Nothing at all!"
The look on his face was too much for Hazel, who burst out laughing, despite her mood.
"Actually," George whispered, "if you would really like to know, I'm putting a spell in the Great Hall."
"What kind of spell?" she inquired.
"Well, it's a spell that let's everyone hear everyone else's thoughts!"
"Woah! That's pretty harsh! I wouldn't do that if I were-"
KABOOM!!! A brilliant burst off light shot out of George's wand and into the Ballroom, throwing Hazel and George into the Hall with it.
(A/N: Okay, the next part is what everyone is hearing, and they're everyone's thoughts!)
George: Yes! It worked!
Hazel: Uh oh.
Draco: I wish Pansy would get off me. Hey, what the hell's happening?
Pansy: Ha, I'm glad that bitch Hazel didn't get Draco. Sorry, sweetheart, he's mine! What the-?
Ron: I hope I don't step on Hermione's feet. Woah! What just happened?
Hermione: I'm so happy! I hope Ron is having as much fun as I am. Why can I hear people's thoughts?
Harry: Cho looks so pretty. I hope she doesn't notice how nervous I am. And why do I keep thinking about how amazing Hazel looks when I'm supposed to be dancing with Cho? Uh oh, I think everyone just heard that. Damn. What's going on?
Hazel: Harry still likes me? Because I really like him too as well. Oops! I gotta stop thinking!
Fred: Angelina's so hot. We should go make out. What is wrong with-?
Angelina: Fred! What happened?
George: I wish Angelina would fall for me instead of Fred. Shit! I'm gonna shut up now.
Ginny: *sigh* I wish I was dancing with Harry. Oh well, I'm over that.
Fred: GEORGE!? You like Angelina?
Angelina: You do?!
Dean: Lavender looks so pretty. Um, why are everyone's thought's floating around?
Parvati: Hell, Ryan you're HOT!
Ryan: Thanks? You're pretty hot yourself, sweetie.
Parvati: *sigh*
Draco: Hazel, I can't believe you like Potter. It's sad really.
Hazel: Since when do you care, Malfoy?
Draco: Since never.
Hazel: So you don't like me?
Draco: I never said that. Thought that.
Pansy: AAAHHH!!! *sobbing* How can you like Hazel? Don't you love me anymore?
Draco: Never did.
Dumbledore: ALLATORAMA TRIXATA!!!
The spell lifted, and the Hall was silent. Nobody moved. Disaster balanced on the edge of a cliff, slowly tipping forward.
"GEORGE WEASLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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(A/N: Well! Sorry about the cliffhanger. It was getting to be a long chapter! Now, REVIEW!!! Okay, tell me what you think should happen and what you thought of this chapter. Luv flutterby. REVIEW!!
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It was one day before the night of the Christmas Ball. Surprisingly, many people still didn't have dates, which resulted in the hallways being a mad throughway of desperate students. Even Peeves hid in the darkest broom closet he could find.
Hazel was currently in Herbology, trimming Fire-twist, a nasty plant that was used as dragon food and as a wake-up potion. She was sorting through her mind trying to figure out who was taking who to the Ball, and who was still available. Ron was taking Hermione, Lavender was going with Dean, and Parvati was going with that guy Ryan from Ravenclaw. Neville was going with some Hufflepuff girl, Lee had managed to get Rilla Hopkins to go with him, and Harry had asked Cho, who had said yes. Then there was Draco, but he was going with Pansy Parkinson. That left nobody. Except Seamus, who was probably not even going to the Ball. Then there was Ginny, who was most likely going with Colin. Fred was taking Angelina, and George was going with some Ravenclaw girl.
Who the hell am I going to go with, Hazel asked herself? She cursed out loud, then returned to her work of trimming plants.
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Somewhere in the castle, Draco Malfoy also cursed. His plan had not worked. He went over it in his mind: He had put a spell on Ginny Weasley so Potter would fall for her and ask her to the Ball, so Malfoy could ask Hazel. But then something had gone wrong, and Potter had asked Cho to go with him, leaving Colin to ask Ginny. Draco had heard from someone that Harry had asked a girl to the Ball that was not Ginny, and assumed Harry had asked Hazel. Then he had got pretty pissed off, and asked Pansy to go with him; pathetic little pale Pansy. She had no fire or spirit, not like Hazel. And now, he had found out that Hazel still had no date, but he could not ask her now! He swore again, before returning to his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
***
It was the evening of the Christmas Ball. The Gryffindor girls' dormitory was a disaster of clothes, flying hairpins, and lost make-up, as they all scrambled to get ready. Hazel had decided to wear light-gold colored robes, embroidered with silver snowflakes. She did not have a date for the Ball, and told herself it was merely because she wanted to be able to dance with anyone she wanted.
"You look so pretty, Hazel!" said Lavender, who was wearing white and pink robes.
"Thanks, so do you," Hazel replied. Hermione came out of the bathroom. She had straightened her hair and was wearing red robes with gold patterns. She looked quite different from normal.
"Coming?" asked Hermione. "We're going to be late."
"Yep," said Hazel, and the two girls went off to the common room.
Harry and Ron were waiting for them, and both looked extremely nervous.
"Um, Hermione, you look, er, really, um," Ron stuttered, turning red. Hermione solved this problem by kissing him on the cheek. Then it was her turn to blush.
"You two!" said Harry, shaking his head. All four headed down to the Great Hall.
When they got just outside the Hall, Harry met up with Cho, and the two disappeared through the huge wooden doors. Ron and Hermione followed suit, and soon Hazel was left standing alone. She stepped into the Great Hall, and gasped with pleasure. The Hall was decorated with its traditional 12-foot Christmas trees, and had fairy lights and candles scattered throughout. It created a warm, glowing effect. The enchanted ceiling was clear and starry, with dry snow falling down, swirling romantically around the dancers. An Irish-looking band was playing music, and the entire school was crowed into the Hall. They were either sitting at tables or dancing across the sparkling floor. Even some of the teachers were dancing, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Hazel headed over to where Lavender, Dean, Parvati and her date Ryan were hanging out. No doubt about it, Ryan was hot.
"Hey guys," said Hazel.
"Hey!" said Parvati. A new song had just started up. "Come on Ryan, let's dance!"
She dragged him up onto the floor, and soon Dean and Lavender joined them. Fred and Angelina were also dancing, along with Harry and Cho, who both looked nervous but happy. Ron and Hermione were dancing, and so were Lee and Rilla, Colin and Ginny. They all seemed to be having fun.
Hazel was feeling a little left out, but it wasn't until she saw Draco and Pansy that she really got mad. The two were dancing, with Pansy practically throwing herself all over Draco, who didn't exactly protest.
That was enough for Hazel. She stormed out of the Hall, and into the hallway where the only person standing around was George Weasley. He immediately turned around to face her.
"Hi George?" Hazel said tentatively. "What you doing?"
"Oh, um, nothing! Nothing at all!"
The look on his face was too much for Hazel, who burst out laughing, despite her mood.
"Actually," George whispered, "if you would really like to know, I'm putting a spell in the Great Hall."
"What kind of spell?" she inquired.
"Well, it's a spell that let's everyone hear everyone else's thoughts!"
"Woah! That's pretty harsh! I wouldn't do that if I were-"
KABOOM!!! A brilliant burst off light shot out of George's wand and into the Ballroom, throwing Hazel and George into the Hall with it.
(A/N: Okay, the next part is what everyone is hearing, and they're everyone's thoughts!)
George: Yes! It worked!
Hazel: Uh oh.
Draco: I wish Pansy would get off me. Hey, what the hell's happening?
Pansy: Ha, I'm glad that bitch Hazel didn't get Draco. Sorry, sweetheart, he's mine! What the-?
Ron: I hope I don't step on Hermione's feet. Woah! What just happened?
Hermione: I'm so happy! I hope Ron is having as much fun as I am. Why can I hear people's thoughts?
Harry: Cho looks so pretty. I hope she doesn't notice how nervous I am. And why do I keep thinking about how amazing Hazel looks when I'm supposed to be dancing with Cho? Uh oh, I think everyone just heard that. Damn. What's going on?
Hazel: Harry still likes me? Because I really like him too as well. Oops! I gotta stop thinking!
Fred: Angelina's so hot. We should go make out. What is wrong with-?
Angelina: Fred! What happened?
George: I wish Angelina would fall for me instead of Fred. Shit! I'm gonna shut up now.
Ginny: *sigh* I wish I was dancing with Harry. Oh well, I'm over that.
Fred: GEORGE!? You like Angelina?
Angelina: You do?!
Dean: Lavender looks so pretty. Um, why are everyone's thought's floating around?
Parvati: Hell, Ryan you're HOT!
Ryan: Thanks? You're pretty hot yourself, sweetie.
Parvati: *sigh*
Draco: Hazel, I can't believe you like Potter. It's sad really.
Hazel: Since when do you care, Malfoy?
Draco: Since never.
Hazel: So you don't like me?
Draco: I never said that. Thought that.
Pansy: AAAHHH!!! *sobbing* How can you like Hazel? Don't you love me anymore?
Draco: Never did.
Dumbledore: ALLATORAMA TRIXATA!!!
The spell lifted, and the Hall was silent. Nobody moved. Disaster balanced on the edge of a cliff, slowly tipping forward.
"GEORGE WEASLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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(A/N: Well! Sorry about the cliffhanger. It was getting to be a long chapter! Now, REVIEW!!! Okay, tell me what you think should happen and what you thought of this chapter. Luv flutterby. REVIEW!!