Chapter 2 - Harry's choice

"I have no idea," Harry told Ron as they sat facing each other in the Griffindor common room,

"How about you ?"

"I havn't really thought about it." Ron said, but harry could tell he was lying.

"Ron, You could just ask her." Harry said moving a chess peice across the board.

"Ask who ?" Ron replied as if he didn't know.

And then as if to say what Harry wanted to for him, Hermoine walked in.

"It's very late," She said, "Shouldn't you be in bed. Our Transfigration Practice

test is tommorow."

Ron smiled then moved his chess peice into check mate, "Hermoine it's not untill the afternoon."

"So ?" She said confused."

"Well me and Harry are going to sleep through history of magic."

***

The next morning the trio had care of magical creatures with hagrid and they used this time

(While they fead their albino Snuff-bugs) to chat about the ball.

"Well," Ron said as if he was about to tell them all something important.

"Seamus told me that he is going with a sixth year girl from hufflepuff and that Dean is

going with a fourth year from Ravenclaw."

"How about you Harry ?" Hermoine asked, clearly not intrested in Ron's story.

"Well," Harry said, turning red. "A seventh year asked me this morning at breakfast and

Annie Potts asked me in history of magic. (They had been having History of Magic with

Ravenclaw this year)

"Well," Ron said bobbing up and down like a hyper-active puppy dog, "What did you say."

"I said no." Harry said. But he was determined to have his date by this evening,

he wasn't going to stand for what happened this time.

***

Lunch time, Hrry thought, had never been worse as he walked across the school grounds alone.

He made it to the Quiditch pitch where the ravenclaw's where training just in time for the

end of training.

"Hey ! Cho !" He yelled as she landed a couple of yards away.

She turned a smiled, happy see him. "I was wondering when I would be seeing you."

Harry Gulped. Last year she had turned him down and gone with cedric Diggory.

Harry then Gulped again wondering if Cedric's death would affect her answer,

and then he opened his mouth.

"WIll you go to the ball with me ?"

Harry was so taken back that he thought he was dreaming.

"Yeah, that would be.." Harry said going red in the face. "that would be great"

(Well there's chapter 2, please R+R.)