Thanks again for the review Karenkate-Kitty! And it's perfectly okay
with me that you are impatient!!
I'm glad that you like my ff!
Scene #4
Harry leaned over Hermione and examined her face.
"What d'you do to your face?" He asked leaning back over.
Hermione giggled. " This?" she asked pointing at her eyes, "I borrowed some make-up from a few sixth-years. Both me and Maysel. I didn't put it myself, of course-I have no clue when it comes to this stuff. Why, do you like it?"
"Well, er.it's a bit weird." Replied Harry screwing up his face.
Hermione's face fell.
"I mean, you know!" Harry said hurriedly, "It's nice but, er.a bit different? Not very, er.Hermione-ish?" He hoped she bought it.
She didn't.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "So, do you want to dance?"
"No." Harry answered dully.
"What? What are we here for then?"
"I dunno."
"Well then what's a ball for?" Hermione asked in an annoyed tone.
Harry shrugged, looking around the beautifully decorated Great Hall.
"Harry," said Hemione in an obvious slow voice like talking to a kindergartner. "What did you invite me as?"
"Ball partner." Harry replied distractedly.
"Yes." Answered Hermione in a forced patient voice, "So we're supposed to dance. How else are we supposed to enjo-Harry, are you listening?" She snapped, scowling.
Harry wasn't. He was too busy staring at Cho and a Ravenclaw boy dancing nearby.
Hermione rolled her eyes and made a noise of frustration.
"Honestly, Harry. If Terry Boot came over right now and asked me to dance with him, what would you do?"
Harry stared at Hermione. "Terry Boot? Who's that?"
"You know, Terry Boot the Ravenclaw fourth-year? Top in class, a Prefect, very popular." She looked dreamy.
"Why would he want to dance with you?" Harry asked with a half smile on his face, looking amused.
Hermione looks crestfallen and glares at Harry. She slumps on to her seat and says in a hopeless voice, "It could happen?"
"Er.you really think so?" Harry tried not to burst out laughing.
Hermione glares even more at Harry.
"Alright, alright!" Said Harry with a grin on his face, "So when- wait, I mean if-some Terry Boot comes and asks to dance with you, go on and dance with him.only s'long as you come back-you're s'posed to aren't you? Since you are my partner?" he thought for a moment then added in an under- tone, "Well, Parvati didn't last year but you should 'cause you're my best friend-"
But Harry was interrupted by Hermione who leaned in a mocking-shock kind of face over the table at Harry, "Wait, did that actually come out from your mouth?"
"What?"
"Well I'm glad that it's at least in your conscious un-Cho Chang mind that you are here with me tonight." She looked at him.
"Everywhere I go I'm with you, did you realize that?" Harry shot back.
"Yes, well, that's different. This is a ball." She argued back.
"So? I only asked you because I was too embarrassed to ask Cho again."
Hermione looked slightly hurt.
"You knew that already! I told you before I asked you to come with me!" Protested Harry seeing her face.
"Whatever." Hermione muttered as she slumped back on to the seat with her arms crossed, looking grumpy.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. "What's up with you?" he asked. He hadn't realized that Hermione was taking their squabble seriously.
"Having boys as best friends." Mumbled Hermione.
Harry shook his head in an I-Don't-Believe-Her kind of way.
"It's not my fault you hung around with us ever since first-year. Go make new friends then! Go on!" He said jokingly, knowing she would never do that.
But Hermione didn't take it as a joke. She looked very annoyed. "Fine then! Maybe I will do that, since the only good I do to the both of you by being your best friend is help you with homework every night!"
"I was only joking, Hermione, give it a rest."
Hermione looked away with her arms crossed.
"Boys."
"Girls."
END
I'm glad that you like my ff!
Scene #4
Harry leaned over Hermione and examined her face.
"What d'you do to your face?" He asked leaning back over.
Hermione giggled. " This?" she asked pointing at her eyes, "I borrowed some make-up from a few sixth-years. Both me and Maysel. I didn't put it myself, of course-I have no clue when it comes to this stuff. Why, do you like it?"
"Well, er.it's a bit weird." Replied Harry screwing up his face.
Hermione's face fell.
"I mean, you know!" Harry said hurriedly, "It's nice but, er.a bit different? Not very, er.Hermione-ish?" He hoped she bought it.
She didn't.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "So, do you want to dance?"
"No." Harry answered dully.
"What? What are we here for then?"
"I dunno."
"Well then what's a ball for?" Hermione asked in an annoyed tone.
Harry shrugged, looking around the beautifully decorated Great Hall.
"Harry," said Hemione in an obvious slow voice like talking to a kindergartner. "What did you invite me as?"
"Ball partner." Harry replied distractedly.
"Yes." Answered Hermione in a forced patient voice, "So we're supposed to dance. How else are we supposed to enjo-Harry, are you listening?" She snapped, scowling.
Harry wasn't. He was too busy staring at Cho and a Ravenclaw boy dancing nearby.
Hermione rolled her eyes and made a noise of frustration.
"Honestly, Harry. If Terry Boot came over right now and asked me to dance with him, what would you do?"
Harry stared at Hermione. "Terry Boot? Who's that?"
"You know, Terry Boot the Ravenclaw fourth-year? Top in class, a Prefect, very popular." She looked dreamy.
"Why would he want to dance with you?" Harry asked with a half smile on his face, looking amused.
Hermione looks crestfallen and glares at Harry. She slumps on to her seat and says in a hopeless voice, "It could happen?"
"Er.you really think so?" Harry tried not to burst out laughing.
Hermione glares even more at Harry.
"Alright, alright!" Said Harry with a grin on his face, "So when- wait, I mean if-some Terry Boot comes and asks to dance with you, go on and dance with him.only s'long as you come back-you're s'posed to aren't you? Since you are my partner?" he thought for a moment then added in an under- tone, "Well, Parvati didn't last year but you should 'cause you're my best friend-"
But Harry was interrupted by Hermione who leaned in a mocking-shock kind of face over the table at Harry, "Wait, did that actually come out from your mouth?"
"What?"
"Well I'm glad that it's at least in your conscious un-Cho Chang mind that you are here with me tonight." She looked at him.
"Everywhere I go I'm with you, did you realize that?" Harry shot back.
"Yes, well, that's different. This is a ball." She argued back.
"So? I only asked you because I was too embarrassed to ask Cho again."
Hermione looked slightly hurt.
"You knew that already! I told you before I asked you to come with me!" Protested Harry seeing her face.
"Whatever." Hermione muttered as she slumped back on to the seat with her arms crossed, looking grumpy.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. "What's up with you?" he asked. He hadn't realized that Hermione was taking their squabble seriously.
"Having boys as best friends." Mumbled Hermione.
Harry shook his head in an I-Don't-Believe-Her kind of way.
"It's not my fault you hung around with us ever since first-year. Go make new friends then! Go on!" He said jokingly, knowing she would never do that.
But Hermione didn't take it as a joke. She looked very annoyed. "Fine then! Maybe I will do that, since the only good I do to the both of you by being your best friend is help you with homework every night!"
"I was only joking, Hermione, give it a rest."
Hermione looked away with her arms crossed.
"Boys."
"Girls."
END