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btw, people, this part contains a "fluffy" (as some have called it) dance sequence between link+zelda. (:
"C'mon Harry, hurry up!" Ron shouted. "We're going to be the last people that get into the hall!"
"I'm coming!" Harry called back hastily. "I just have to find my--ah, there it is." He pointed his wand at his broken glasses. "Repairo!" They were magically fixed. Harry quickly put the glasses on and hurried down the stairs into the common room. Harry and Hermione were standing there impatiently.
"About time you got down here!" Hermione scolded, as the portrait swung open for them. "Ginny's already gone down; we were nice and decided to wait for you." She sighed loudly. "My mistake."
"Thanks," Harry said sarcastically.
In three days, Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts would be over. Thanks to Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore had remembered to hold a 400th anniversary part for the school. That was the event that Harry, Ron and Hermione were rushing to now.
"There you guys are!" Ginny called out, motioning for Harry and the others to sit by her. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up! Dumbledore already gave a few opening remarks."
"Which were what, exactly?" Hermione asked, smiling and sitting down.
"Oogle Poogle gobschnik woply."
"Doesn't surprise me," Ron sighed, grinning. "I'm only sorry we missed it. But of course, Harry had a reasonable excuse for making us late."
"Which was what?" Ginny asked
"I misplaced my wand," Harry replied.
"For about the eighteenth time this year," Ron laughed. "Watch out Harry--you may be getting Alzheimer!"
"Ha, ha," Harry said flatly. He picked up a scone. "I can't believe that we're so close to graduating from Hogwarts! It feels like we just got here!"
"Stop, you're making me cry," Ron said, frowning and pretending to wipe away a small tear.
"No, I think Harry's got a point," Hermione said. "It feels like only yesterday that I opened that letter from Hogwarts--telling me I'd been accepted as part of Wizarding school! I thought it had been a prank from one of my neighbors, but then my mother said it had been delivered by an owl, and the neighbor was allergic to birds, so he couldn't have possibly sent the letter, and I realized that it was authentic."
Harry, Ron and Ginny stared blankly at Hermione. Crickets chirped.
"Right," Ginny said eventually, breaking the mutual silence. "Well, anyway, here's to Hogwarts." She raised her goblet. "Let's just hope it's around for a 500 year anniversary!"
"Yeah, let's just hope that we're not around for it!" Ron joked, clinking his goblet with hers. "I wonder if Dumbledore's planned anything special for tonight."
"'Course he has," Ginny said. "You guys missed it in his opening speech, I just forgot to tell you."
"Yeah, you only told us the important stuff he said," Ron laughed.
"He hired Those People to play after dinner! And there'll be dancing and everything, and he--"
"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted. "Who're those people?"
"Not those people," Ron said. "Those People! They're one of the most famous bands in the Wizarding world! Boy, you're still ignorant of so much, aren't you?"
"Sorry, I don't get the wizarding channel back at Privet Drive," Harry said sardonically. "So what kind of music do Those People play?"
"Oh, anything!" Ginny answered. "At first, they were called the Jukebox Judettes, but no one could remember their name. Everyone always referred to them as 'those people,' so that's what they changed their band name to. Jazz, classic, polka, cow music, anything!"
"Sounds cool," Harry laughed. "So do you guys like them better than the Weird Sisters, or what?"
"I dunno," Ron responded, shrugging. "I guess I like Those People better. They don't have accordians. I HATE accordians!"
"I like them both the same," Ginny said.
"And I still prefer Strauss," Hermione said.
"Well, I guess I'll find out tonight whether or not I like them," Harry said, ignoring Hermione's comment. He took a deep breath. "This year's gone by too fast."
"Oh, let's not keep going on the reminiscing trail," Ron groaned. "We're gonna miss Hogwarts, boo-hoo, period. End of story. No more grieving from this point on. Or at least for the rest of tonight."
"Harry, said a voice."
Turning around, Harry blushed slightly when he saw Cho standing behind him. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I just wanted to thank you," she said. "You're a great kid, Harry. Seeing as how this is my last year at Hogwarts, I guess it'll probably be a while until I see you again. Just try to keep your face in the papers, and I'll at least know what's up!" She laughed a bit.
Harry grinned. Ron guffawed loudly, attempting to make his friend look good. Hermione stepped on his foot.
Cho stared at Ron, then turned back to Harry. "You've done so much for me already, Harry. So if there's anything I can ever do for you, just. . .well, if you're ever in Shanghai, look me up."
"You're moving?" Harry asked incredulously. "To China?!" (A/N: I dont know about u people, but i've always imagined cho 2 b chinese)
"Yes, that's where me and my family come from," Cho answered, somewhat sadly. "I was supposed to move a long time ago, but my parents wanted me to graduate." She bent down and kissed Harry's cheek softly. "Well, I hope the rest of you all have a great time finishing up here at Hogwarts. . .bye."
With that, Cho walked numbly back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Zai jian!" Hermione called after her. Cho looked back, and smiled.
"What?" Ron, Harry and Ginny asked in confusion.
"It means good-bye in Chinese," Hermione explained. "I've been learning both Japanese and Chinese since I was four during the summers."
"How could you possibly take the time to learn foreign languages when we have homework over the summer, and playing to do?!" Ron asked. "You're unbelievable!"
"It's a gift!" Hermione exclaimed, smiling brightly.
Soon after, most everyone had finished eating. The tables were swept off to the sides of the room (for room to dance, of course), and those still finishing dinner were able to eat there. Then, to a large round of applause, Those People entered the Grand Hall. The candles in the room were dimmed, and it got a bit darker.
Raising an eyebrow, Harry looked over at where the band was setting up. Drums, a saxophone, electric keyboard, bagpipes. . .yup, everything was there. Those People got themselves situated, and began to play the first tune. It was a quick latin beat, but no one was dancing yet.
"I understand that the first dance is always difficult," Dumbledore chortled, "But won't someone be willing to break the ice?"
Zelda grabbed Link's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go up there!" Before he had a chance to respond, the princess began dragging him to the dance floor.
Dumbledore had ended up telling the school that Link and Zelda were both actually elves. That had been a while ago, and now most everyone was a bit used to it. . .he'd left out Hyrule and the fact that they weren't from Earth. Only Harry and the friends he had (wrongfully) confided in knew that.
As they stepped onto the dance floor, Link stopped in front of Zelda. He seductivley took off her glasses. She grinned.
"I don't really need those," she said. "But they make me look classy." She took her glasses back from Link and threw them into the darkness surrounding them. The princess placed her hands onto her hero's shoulders.
Grinning, Link slid his hands down Zelda's black skin-tight gown until they reached her hips. He pulled her closer, then pushed her away. In and out. Over and over again, until she twirled into him, this time her back pressing against his chest.
Zelda reached backwards and placed her hands on Link's neck. His hands skated down her dress once more until reaching her waist. They shuffled about aimlessly like this for a while, until Link moved one hand up to Zelda's shoulder.
He dipped her. First to the left, and then down to the right. Harry heard Ginny and Hermione both inhale dreamily.
"Oh, that's so romantic!" the Weasley girl sighed. "I wish some boy would dance with me like that some day!"
Slowly, the song started to trail off. As the last notes played, Zelda suddenly reached up her hand, pulling Link's face closer to hers, so they were less than an inch apart. Then the princess broke down, and closed the space between them, kissing Link passionately.
Before Link had the chance to really respond to this, the hall unexpectedly burst with screams and cheers. The two elves leapt apart immediately, as students filled the dance floor. Those People began playing a fast song, and everyone know felt comfortable enough to. . . well, dance.
Blushing terribly, Zelda sat down at one of the tables. Link sat down across from her. He hesitated, then picked up her hand and squeezed it softly.
"Zel. . ." he whispered softly, before she silenced him with one of her stunning smiles. He grinned at her, then kissed her hand delicately.
Shaking her head, Zelda leaned back. "Look. . .I've been thinking about this for a very long time, Link. Perhaps even more than I should have. But nonetheless, I feel that I really should tell you know." She shuddered and leaned forward again. Zelda strained her ears, making sure no one else could hear what she was saying. "Link, I. . .I love you."
Link swiftly moved forward and kissed her briefly. "I've been yearning for you to say that for the past seven years, Princess."
Zelda smiled again, feeling as though she had just been redeemed by an angel.
Meanwhile, the song that had just been playing (polka music) finished. One of Those People picked stepped onto the dance floor, and motioned towards Cho and Hermione. He turned to Cho.
"I've got a question, Miss," he said. "Have you ever played a piano?"
"Yes, since I was three."
"How nice!" He turned to Hermione. "Have ever had an unquenchable thirst to play the alto saxophone?"
"Erm. . .yes," Hermione answered.
"THEN TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY!!" the man shouted. He gave Hermione a saxophone and gave Cho a seat at the piano bench. "IT'S KARIOKE TIME!!"
"What's Karioke?" Ron asked.
Harry smiled. "Nothing."
Then the music started rather abruptly. Floor lights appeared, and a disco ball dropped out of the ceiling. Harry could've sworn he saw Dumbledore wink at him.
"Look, Hermione's playing that thing!" Ron shouted enthusiastically.
"Um. . .yeah," Harry laughed. He grinned at Professor McGonagall, who had taken the spotlight and was dancing to the disco beat. Harry fell to the ground in a fit of unstoppable hysteric laughter.
Zelda walked over to Ron. "Hello, Weasley."
"Er, hello, Professor."
"You ever dance to disco music?"
"Um. . .no. . ."
"Then it's about time you had! But I think I'd better give you a 70's makeover before you start feeling the music." Zelda put her fingertips on Ron's hair, and sparks started flying out of them. But before Ron had a chance to yelp in pain or shock, his hair had poofed out, making it look much like an afro.
"HA HA HA HA HAHA!!!" Harry guffawed, trying desperately to catch a breath.
"Hey, I feel. . ." Ron said, touching his hair. "GROOVY!" And with that, he rushed to McGonagall's side and began dancing to the disco with her.
Seamus nudged Dean. "Look at Weasley, he's got an afro!"
"Looks interesting on him," Dean laughed.
The Hogwarts celebration lasted until two in the morning, when Those People said they had a booking in Bangkok that they had to attend. But from six p.m until two a.m., every student and teacher had a blast!
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*disco ball drops down; starts dancing like a freak* WOO-HOOO!!! hope u didnt mind that chapter, this storys almost done!! NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOO!! its been so fun 2 write, but im not done yet...
btw, people, this part contains a "fluffy" (as some have called it) dance sequence between link+zelda. (:
"C'mon Harry, hurry up!" Ron shouted. "We're going to be the last people that get into the hall!"
"I'm coming!" Harry called back hastily. "I just have to find my--ah, there it is." He pointed his wand at his broken glasses. "Repairo!" They were magically fixed. Harry quickly put the glasses on and hurried down the stairs into the common room. Harry and Hermione were standing there impatiently.
"About time you got down here!" Hermione scolded, as the portrait swung open for them. "Ginny's already gone down; we were nice and decided to wait for you." She sighed loudly. "My mistake."
"Thanks," Harry said sarcastically.
In three days, Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts would be over. Thanks to Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore had remembered to hold a 400th anniversary part for the school. That was the event that Harry, Ron and Hermione were rushing to now.
"There you guys are!" Ginny called out, motioning for Harry and the others to sit by her. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up! Dumbledore already gave a few opening remarks."
"Which were what, exactly?" Hermione asked, smiling and sitting down.
"Oogle Poogle gobschnik woply."
"Doesn't surprise me," Ron sighed, grinning. "I'm only sorry we missed it. But of course, Harry had a reasonable excuse for making us late."
"Which was what?" Ginny asked
"I misplaced my wand," Harry replied.
"For about the eighteenth time this year," Ron laughed. "Watch out Harry--you may be getting Alzheimer!"
"Ha, ha," Harry said flatly. He picked up a scone. "I can't believe that we're so close to graduating from Hogwarts! It feels like we just got here!"
"Stop, you're making me cry," Ron said, frowning and pretending to wipe away a small tear.
"No, I think Harry's got a point," Hermione said. "It feels like only yesterday that I opened that letter from Hogwarts--telling me I'd been accepted as part of Wizarding school! I thought it had been a prank from one of my neighbors, but then my mother said it had been delivered by an owl, and the neighbor was allergic to birds, so he couldn't have possibly sent the letter, and I realized that it was authentic."
Harry, Ron and Ginny stared blankly at Hermione. Crickets chirped.
"Right," Ginny said eventually, breaking the mutual silence. "Well, anyway, here's to Hogwarts." She raised her goblet. "Let's just hope it's around for a 500 year anniversary!"
"Yeah, let's just hope that we're not around for it!" Ron joked, clinking his goblet with hers. "I wonder if Dumbledore's planned anything special for tonight."
"'Course he has," Ginny said. "You guys missed it in his opening speech, I just forgot to tell you."
"Yeah, you only told us the important stuff he said," Ron laughed.
"He hired Those People to play after dinner! And there'll be dancing and everything, and he--"
"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted. "Who're those people?"
"Not those people," Ron said. "Those People! They're one of the most famous bands in the Wizarding world! Boy, you're still ignorant of so much, aren't you?"
"Sorry, I don't get the wizarding channel back at Privet Drive," Harry said sardonically. "So what kind of music do Those People play?"
"Oh, anything!" Ginny answered. "At first, they were called the Jukebox Judettes, but no one could remember their name. Everyone always referred to them as 'those people,' so that's what they changed their band name to. Jazz, classic, polka, cow music, anything!"
"Sounds cool," Harry laughed. "So do you guys like them better than the Weird Sisters, or what?"
"I dunno," Ron responded, shrugging. "I guess I like Those People better. They don't have accordians. I HATE accordians!"
"I like them both the same," Ginny said.
"And I still prefer Strauss," Hermione said.
"Well, I guess I'll find out tonight whether or not I like them," Harry said, ignoring Hermione's comment. He took a deep breath. "This year's gone by too fast."
"Oh, let's not keep going on the reminiscing trail," Ron groaned. "We're gonna miss Hogwarts, boo-hoo, period. End of story. No more grieving from this point on. Or at least for the rest of tonight."
"Harry, said a voice."
Turning around, Harry blushed slightly when he saw Cho standing behind him. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I just wanted to thank you," she said. "You're a great kid, Harry. Seeing as how this is my last year at Hogwarts, I guess it'll probably be a while until I see you again. Just try to keep your face in the papers, and I'll at least know what's up!" She laughed a bit.
Harry grinned. Ron guffawed loudly, attempting to make his friend look good. Hermione stepped on his foot.
Cho stared at Ron, then turned back to Harry. "You've done so much for me already, Harry. So if there's anything I can ever do for you, just. . .well, if you're ever in Shanghai, look me up."
"You're moving?" Harry asked incredulously. "To China?!" (A/N: I dont know about u people, but i've always imagined cho 2 b chinese)
"Yes, that's where me and my family come from," Cho answered, somewhat sadly. "I was supposed to move a long time ago, but my parents wanted me to graduate." She bent down and kissed Harry's cheek softly. "Well, I hope the rest of you all have a great time finishing up here at Hogwarts. . .bye."
With that, Cho walked numbly back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Zai jian!" Hermione called after her. Cho looked back, and smiled.
"What?" Ron, Harry and Ginny asked in confusion.
"It means good-bye in Chinese," Hermione explained. "I've been learning both Japanese and Chinese since I was four during the summers."
"How could you possibly take the time to learn foreign languages when we have homework over the summer, and playing to do?!" Ron asked. "You're unbelievable!"
"It's a gift!" Hermione exclaimed, smiling brightly.
Soon after, most everyone had finished eating. The tables were swept off to the sides of the room (for room to dance, of course), and those still finishing dinner were able to eat there. Then, to a large round of applause, Those People entered the Grand Hall. The candles in the room were dimmed, and it got a bit darker.
Raising an eyebrow, Harry looked over at where the band was setting up. Drums, a saxophone, electric keyboard, bagpipes. . .yup, everything was there. Those People got themselves situated, and began to play the first tune. It was a quick latin beat, but no one was dancing yet.
"I understand that the first dance is always difficult," Dumbledore chortled, "But won't someone be willing to break the ice?"
Zelda grabbed Link's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go up there!" Before he had a chance to respond, the princess began dragging him to the dance floor.
Dumbledore had ended up telling the school that Link and Zelda were both actually elves. That had been a while ago, and now most everyone was a bit used to it. . .he'd left out Hyrule and the fact that they weren't from Earth. Only Harry and the friends he had (wrongfully) confided in knew that.
As they stepped onto the dance floor, Link stopped in front of Zelda. He seductivley took off her glasses. She grinned.
"I don't really need those," she said. "But they make me look classy." She took her glasses back from Link and threw them into the darkness surrounding them. The princess placed her hands onto her hero's shoulders.
Grinning, Link slid his hands down Zelda's black skin-tight gown until they reached her hips. He pulled her closer, then pushed her away. In and out. Over and over again, until she twirled into him, this time her back pressing against his chest.
Zelda reached backwards and placed her hands on Link's neck. His hands skated down her dress once more until reaching her waist. They shuffled about aimlessly like this for a while, until Link moved one hand up to Zelda's shoulder.
He dipped her. First to the left, and then down to the right. Harry heard Ginny and Hermione both inhale dreamily.
"Oh, that's so romantic!" the Weasley girl sighed. "I wish some boy would dance with me like that some day!"
Slowly, the song started to trail off. As the last notes played, Zelda suddenly reached up her hand, pulling Link's face closer to hers, so they were less than an inch apart. Then the princess broke down, and closed the space between them, kissing Link passionately.
Before Link had the chance to really respond to this, the hall unexpectedly burst with screams and cheers. The two elves leapt apart immediately, as students filled the dance floor. Those People began playing a fast song, and everyone know felt comfortable enough to. . . well, dance.
Blushing terribly, Zelda sat down at one of the tables. Link sat down across from her. He hesitated, then picked up her hand and squeezed it softly.
"Zel. . ." he whispered softly, before she silenced him with one of her stunning smiles. He grinned at her, then kissed her hand delicately.
Shaking her head, Zelda leaned back. "Look. . .I've been thinking about this for a very long time, Link. Perhaps even more than I should have. But nonetheless, I feel that I really should tell you know." She shuddered and leaned forward again. Zelda strained her ears, making sure no one else could hear what she was saying. "Link, I. . .I love you."
Link swiftly moved forward and kissed her briefly. "I've been yearning for you to say that for the past seven years, Princess."
Zelda smiled again, feeling as though she had just been redeemed by an angel.
Meanwhile, the song that had just been playing (polka music) finished. One of Those People picked stepped onto the dance floor, and motioned towards Cho and Hermione. He turned to Cho.
"I've got a question, Miss," he said. "Have you ever played a piano?"
"Yes, since I was three."
"How nice!" He turned to Hermione. "Have ever had an unquenchable thirst to play the alto saxophone?"
"Erm. . .yes," Hermione answered.
"THEN TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY!!" the man shouted. He gave Hermione a saxophone and gave Cho a seat at the piano bench. "IT'S KARIOKE TIME!!"
"What's Karioke?" Ron asked.
Harry smiled. "Nothing."
Then the music started rather abruptly. Floor lights appeared, and a disco ball dropped out of the ceiling. Harry could've sworn he saw Dumbledore wink at him.
"Look, Hermione's playing that thing!" Ron shouted enthusiastically.
"Um. . .yeah," Harry laughed. He grinned at Professor McGonagall, who had taken the spotlight and was dancing to the disco beat. Harry fell to the ground in a fit of unstoppable hysteric laughter.
Zelda walked over to Ron. "Hello, Weasley."
"Er, hello, Professor."
"You ever dance to disco music?"
"Um. . .no. . ."
"Then it's about time you had! But I think I'd better give you a 70's makeover before you start feeling the music." Zelda put her fingertips on Ron's hair, and sparks started flying out of them. But before Ron had a chance to yelp in pain or shock, his hair had poofed out, making it look much like an afro.
"HA HA HA HA HAHA!!!" Harry guffawed, trying desperately to catch a breath.
"Hey, I feel. . ." Ron said, touching his hair. "GROOVY!" And with that, he rushed to McGonagall's side and began dancing to the disco with her.
Seamus nudged Dean. "Look at Weasley, he's got an afro!"
"Looks interesting on him," Dean laughed.
The Hogwarts celebration lasted until two in the morning, when Those People said they had a booking in Bangkok that they had to attend. But from six p.m until two a.m., every student and teacher had a blast!
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*disco ball drops down; starts dancing like a freak* WOO-HOOO!!! hope u didnt mind that chapter, this storys almost done!! NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOO!! its been so fun 2 write, but im not done yet...