Chapter 3

Hermione lay in her bed, reading the book about spells. Nothing seemed to work, every single spell was about making things explode or disappear. She smiled everytime she thought about Malfoy. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she got an idea. What if...!

"Yes!" she whispered for herself. She knew exactly what to do.

"Here you are, these are really tasty!" Hermione handed Harry a plate full of cookies. It was afternoon, and they were sitting in the Great Hall eating.

"Thanks!" He took one, then handed the plate over to Ron. He grabbed one too, and took a huge bite of it.

"So, are you two going to tonight's party?" Hermione asked them.

"Of course! We would never miss a party!" Ron answered, and Harry nodded. He started to giggle. Ron looked at him like ha was mad, but after a while he was giggling too, they both sat there, giggling like two girls.

"Go to your dormitories!" Hermione said to them with a sharp voice.

"Okay, whatever," Ron and Harry answered, and they started to walk out from the Hall. Hermione smiled. This was going to be fun!

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for tonight's guests, Haaarry Potter and Roooon Weasley!" Seamus Finnigan (tonight's host) shouted, and the crowd went wild. Hermione smiled when Harry and Ron entered the stage, dressed only in kilts and pink ties. The music started to play from the bewitched walls, and Ron started to dance. Or actually, um, he was swinging his legs like Elvis or something. Harry started to sing, and it didn't sound good. Ron was now shaking his butt to the crowd, and the girls started to scream even harder.

"HAVE A NICE DAAAY!!!" Harry shouted, while he was doing his guitarplaying move again, and Ron was screaming the 'Daa, Dadaa, Da Da Da Daa, Da' in the background. Hermione had enough though when Harry started to make slow moves on Ron, like they were some gaycouple or something. She swinged her wand in the air, and shouted a spell. Harry and Ron stopped dancing at once, and came to their senses. They looked around, at the screaming audience. Then they looked at each other, and when they realised what they were doing (and wearing...), they screamed like girls and ran out of there.

Hermione ran to the Gryffindor common room as fast as she could, she wanted to be there when they arrived. The slave-potion cookies were a brilliant idea, Harry and Ron had done exactly what she told them to do, she was really proud of herself. She had just sat down on the sofa when Harry and Ron came running.

"HERMIONE! WE WILL KILL YOU!" They shouted and ran upstairs. A few minutes later they came running back down, dressed. When they saw her sitting there, smiling, they lost it. Ron jumped on her, so she fell to the floor. Harry tickled her until she had tears running down her cheeks.

"St...op...it...please!" She yelled between the laughing. They stopped.

"How could you? We can never ever show ourselves in public after this!" Ron shouted.

"Well, you just have to shake your ass and everybody knows it's you." Hermione grinned.

"Well there you go, even my butt can't show itself anymore!"

"Everyone will laugh when they see us!" Harry added. He looked really unhappy, and Hermione started to feel a little bad about this. They were interrupted by Seamus, who came running.

"You were fantastic, everybody loved you! Come on, what are you waiting for?" He shouted and grabbed Ron's arm. "Harry, come on, the girls want to talk to both of you!" Harry looked at Hermione, and formed a 'thank you' with his lips. She rolled her eyes and the boys ran away. She couldn't believe her ears. How could ANYONE think that they looked good up there? The girls in this school are really pathetic...she went up to bed, and tried to get some sleep. She wasn't in the mood for any parties right now...

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J.Fo's note: Hey again everyone! And Merry Christmas!!! thanx for the reviews, and once again I'm sorry if my english is a little poor.Well, C ya next time =) Hope you liked this chapter...