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(A/N: Please review if you read, I feel like no one is reading this!)
Parvati trailed Ron everyday like a hound, much to his displeasure, and Hermione's. Hermione scowled every time Parvati would come up to him and bat her eyes flirtatiously. Parvati was hoping that Ron would ask her out by the end of the Ball, which was tomorrow. Parvati would tell anybody who'd listen about her dress, then she and Lavender would squeal and talk about the night.
The whole lot of Hogwarts students passed the day by apprehensively. Girls would be seen walking down the corridors in packs, giggling and squealing whenever a boy walked by. Ron looked at Harry, "Don't reckon it is easy to pry one of them from those lots." Harry shook his head in agreement; each received numerous invitations, but already had dates. The resident house ghosts would gossip merrily in the halls about the ball,
"I heard that Neville Longbottom has already found a date!" Said the Ravenclaw ghost to Nearly-Headless Nick.
"Never doubted that boy, never." Nick told her. Ron smiled lopsidedly,
"Even the ghosts are more excited about this ball then us. They're nutters." Harry laughed,
"Don't worry, I am sure Hermione won't have a good time with Malfoy, but then who would?" Harry said in reassurance. Ron roared with laughter,
"You sure got that right mate!" Ron chuckled. A cold voice muttered from behind Ron,
"Rictusenpra!" Ron whirled around just to get hit by the spell, and started laughing,
"M-Malfoy." Ron said in-between laughs. Harry pulls out his wand and glares at Malfoy who is grinning at Ron, rolling on the ground laughing. Harry points his wand at Ron,
"Finite Incantatem." Harry mumbles, and Ron's laughing ceases, Harry then turns his wand on Malfoy,
"Tarantallegra." Harry says, watching Malfoy begin to dance around. Ron stands up, and he and Harry leave Malfoy dancing wildly in the corridor, with passing fourth years giggling madly.
"I'll get you Potter!" Malfoy calls after them angrily. Harry and Ron ignore him and head to History of Magic, which was just as dull as ever. Today they were learning more extensively about the history of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron took their seats and pulled out the History of Magic textbooks. Professor Binns looked dully at the class,
"Can anyone tell me when Hogwarts was founded?" He asked in a monotone voice. As expected Hermione's hand shot into the air. "Yes, Ms. Greer?"
"Granger." Corrected Hermione. "Hogwarts was found over one thousand years ago, by four wizards and witches, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. They made sure the school was in a hidden location, so as to make sure Muggles couldn't find out the secret world." Some of the students groaned, but Ron and Harry made no comment, seeing as they were use to this.
"Very well Ms. Gregory." Professor Binns said expressionless. He then went into a long, tedious speech about the making of Hogwarts. Ron played with a fray on his sleeve, and even Hermione got bored, and started to play with her fringe. Parvati tossed a note to Ron, which hit the back of his head.
"Oy," Ron muttered rubbing the back of his head. He turned around, and picked up the note. He opened it up, and carefully smoothed it out. The note read;
Ron (outlined in little hearts) I can't wait until the ball so we can dance the night away. I have a great idea on what we should wear, ('She wants me to wear something she wants!' Ron thinks) We should have matching outfits so everyone can see how much we fancy each other.
Your Love, Parvati
Ron groans, turning to look at Parvati who smiles and blows a kiss. He turned back around hanging his head in his hands. Hermione looked at him, then at Harry who was busy doodling Ginny's name on a piece of parchment. The bell rang after what seemed like an eternity.
"Longest class ever." Ron groans. Harry nods as Hermione follows them. "Parvati wants us to wear matching outfits." Ron complains to Harry. Hermione looks at Ron,
"Y-Your going with P-P-Parvati?" She asks looking hurt. Ron nods,
"Sadly. I wish I wasn't. I'd rather go alone." Ron says, and then Hermione smiled to herself. They headed off to their next class, which was Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
They walked down the slopes, to the greenhouses, to Green House Number 8, where the 7th years had been working for the past few weeks. The class had been uneventful, with the exception of another plant trying to engulf poor Neville.
As they walked back to the castle, to the Great Hall for lunch, they could hear more excited whispers, and rumors about who was going with whom, and what each person would wear. When they walked up the stone steps, they saw Parvati giggling with a bunch of girls,
"I picked silver for Ronnie's and mine robes. Just got them in by owl order." Parvati said quite loudly. Ron looked himself up down,
"Silver really isn't my color." He murmered. Harry chuckled at Ron's innocent statement. They passed Parvati and her gang, without a word, and hurried to the Great Hall.
((Heather I am gonna use you in this story also!))
(A/N: Please review if you read, I feel like no one is reading this!)
Parvati trailed Ron everyday like a hound, much to his displeasure, and Hermione's. Hermione scowled every time Parvati would come up to him and bat her eyes flirtatiously. Parvati was hoping that Ron would ask her out by the end of the Ball, which was tomorrow. Parvati would tell anybody who'd listen about her dress, then she and Lavender would squeal and talk about the night.
The whole lot of Hogwarts students passed the day by apprehensively. Girls would be seen walking down the corridors in packs, giggling and squealing whenever a boy walked by. Ron looked at Harry, "Don't reckon it is easy to pry one of them from those lots." Harry shook his head in agreement; each received numerous invitations, but already had dates. The resident house ghosts would gossip merrily in the halls about the ball,
"I heard that Neville Longbottom has already found a date!" Said the Ravenclaw ghost to Nearly-Headless Nick.
"Never doubted that boy, never." Nick told her. Ron smiled lopsidedly,
"Even the ghosts are more excited about this ball then us. They're nutters." Harry laughed,
"Don't worry, I am sure Hermione won't have a good time with Malfoy, but then who would?" Harry said in reassurance. Ron roared with laughter,
"You sure got that right mate!" Ron chuckled. A cold voice muttered from behind Ron,
"Rictusenpra!" Ron whirled around just to get hit by the spell, and started laughing,
"M-Malfoy." Ron said in-between laughs. Harry pulls out his wand and glares at Malfoy who is grinning at Ron, rolling on the ground laughing. Harry points his wand at Ron,
"Finite Incantatem." Harry mumbles, and Ron's laughing ceases, Harry then turns his wand on Malfoy,
"Tarantallegra." Harry says, watching Malfoy begin to dance around. Ron stands up, and he and Harry leave Malfoy dancing wildly in the corridor, with passing fourth years giggling madly.
"I'll get you Potter!" Malfoy calls after them angrily. Harry and Ron ignore him and head to History of Magic, which was just as dull as ever. Today they were learning more extensively about the history of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron took their seats and pulled out the History of Magic textbooks. Professor Binns looked dully at the class,
"Can anyone tell me when Hogwarts was founded?" He asked in a monotone voice. As expected Hermione's hand shot into the air. "Yes, Ms. Greer?"
"Granger." Corrected Hermione. "Hogwarts was found over one thousand years ago, by four wizards and witches, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. They made sure the school was in a hidden location, so as to make sure Muggles couldn't find out the secret world." Some of the students groaned, but Ron and Harry made no comment, seeing as they were use to this.
"Very well Ms. Gregory." Professor Binns said expressionless. He then went into a long, tedious speech about the making of Hogwarts. Ron played with a fray on his sleeve, and even Hermione got bored, and started to play with her fringe. Parvati tossed a note to Ron, which hit the back of his head.
"Oy," Ron muttered rubbing the back of his head. He turned around, and picked up the note. He opened it up, and carefully smoothed it out. The note read;
Ron (outlined in little hearts) I can't wait until the ball so we can dance the night away. I have a great idea on what we should wear, ('She wants me to wear something she wants!' Ron thinks) We should have matching outfits so everyone can see how much we fancy each other.
Your Love, Parvati
Ron groans, turning to look at Parvati who smiles and blows a kiss. He turned back around hanging his head in his hands. Hermione looked at him, then at Harry who was busy doodling Ginny's name on a piece of parchment. The bell rang after what seemed like an eternity.
"Longest class ever." Ron groans. Harry nods as Hermione follows them. "Parvati wants us to wear matching outfits." Ron complains to Harry. Hermione looks at Ron,
"Y-Your going with P-P-Parvati?" She asks looking hurt. Ron nods,
"Sadly. I wish I wasn't. I'd rather go alone." Ron says, and then Hermione smiled to herself. They headed off to their next class, which was Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
They walked down the slopes, to the greenhouses, to Green House Number 8, where the 7th years had been working for the past few weeks. The class had been uneventful, with the exception of another plant trying to engulf poor Neville.
As they walked back to the castle, to the Great Hall for lunch, they could hear more excited whispers, and rumors about who was going with whom, and what each person would wear. When they walked up the stone steps, they saw Parvati giggling with a bunch of girls,
"I picked silver for Ronnie's and mine robes. Just got them in by owl order." Parvati said quite loudly. Ron looked himself up down,
"Silver really isn't my color." He murmered. Harry chuckled at Ron's innocent statement. They passed Parvati and her gang, without a word, and hurried to the Great Hall.
((Heather I am gonna use you in this story also!))