Once the students had gotten back from Hogsmead, the fourth-years and up
began to prepare for the ball. It was the same principle as the Yule ball,
the first, second and third years were not allowed to attend. They would go
back to their common rooms directly after the feast. Hermione and Ginny had
decided to get ready together. This way they could help each other with
hair and make-up. Ginny and Harry were of course going together and had
chosen a more complicated theme. Ginny was a wood nymph, and Harry was a
male wood nymph. Hermione was pretty sure Harry was none to happy about
this. But Ginny looked gorgeous. Her dress was a tinker bell styled one. It
was one of those dresses that reflects the light, and so it was green while
being brown at the same time. It wasn't as tight as tinker bells dress, but
clung to her curves just the same. She had green eye shadow, and other such
earthy tones for make up. Hermione had done her hair so that it fell in
soft waves around her face. Then it was Hermione's turn.
"Oh Mione, it's gorgeous," said Ginny as she took Hermione's dress out of its bag. "You're going to be the belle of the ball. Every boy won't be able to take his eyes off of you," giggled Ginny.
"And yet, theirs only one pair of eyes I want on me tonight," said Hermione in a thoughtful sort of way. Once they had finished everything they knew the boys were probably getting impatient. They tossed around the idea of making their guys wait a little longer. But then they remembered who their guys were. Draco and Harry may have killed each other by now. At that thought Hermione ran down the stairs, fallowed closely by Ginny.
The scene that met them was not at all how they had expected. Draco sat on one couch, looking handsome. Harry sat on the other couch, dressed to match Ginny with pants and a shirt made of the same fabric. In his lap was the diary Hermione had found not to long ago. Hermione could see a few tear drops on the sides of his cheeks. Both boys were so well behaved, it shocked Hermione. But she figured that Draco must have figured out Harry was writing in his diary and left him alone.
Draco had had time to think while sitting there. And he was beginning to have some serious doubts. If his memory of Hermione's dress was correct. He didn't want any other members of the male sex to see her. Or some of the female sex either for that matter.
He knew his memory had been correct when the sight of Hermione made him catch his breath in his throat.
"Wow Mione, you look great," stuttered Harry who was a little more than shocked at the way one of his best friends was looking. "Even better than our forth year Yule ball." Hermione just smiled and then stepped out of the way, reveling Ginny. Draco had to admit she look pretty good. For a Weasley that was. 'Bad Draco' he thought, 'you can't refer to Moine's friends like that anymore. It would be very very bad. Poor Draco was really trying to change his ways but it wasn't exactly easy to suddenly become nice to people you have hated for the last six years. Hermione was the one exception to that. Hermione had sat down beside him and was watching Harry and Ginny. Harry had grabbed onto a chair upon seeing Ginny, Draco was sure he'd pass out any second now. Had the chair been alive, it would have been in a great amount of pain.
"Well Harry, what do you think?" asked Ginny, who was confused at his reaction. Didn't he like her dress? She had been certain that he would like it.
Harry was trying to find his voice. He hadn't been there when Ginny was picking out the costumes. She had decided that it would be better if she did it herself, so once they had decided on a theme Ginny had bought the outfits in Hogsmead.
"I-it's Awesome Ginny, you look so beautiful." Harry upon regaining his voice began to babble. Hermione let him go on for a few minutes before she interrupted.
"Guys, we really should go down now. The feast will begin with out us if we don't," said Hermione. So Harry and Ginny walked out of the portrait. Draco grabbed Hermione's arm before she could leave to.
"What is it Draco?" asked a puzzled Hermione.
"I don't want to go as this anymore."
"But why?"
"All of those guys out there will be looking at you, in that dress." Draco knew he sounded like an insecure little boy but he didn't care. Later he would demand that his actions were a direct result of the potion, and had nothing to do with actually jealousy. Hermione believed differently though.
"But Draco, it just makes us completely even. I couldn't even begin to count the girls who I've seen staring at you. Tonight especially." Sensing that he would need a little more convincing, Hermione grabbed him and brought him in for a kiss. As it deepened, Harry and Ginny came back to see what was keeping them, which lead to a slight embarrassment. But when they left the room this time, all four teenagers were talking and laughing.
They met Ron outside the great hall. He was with his date Padma. There relationship had improved since the fourth year Yule ball, and they dated occasionally. They were dressed as Frankenstein and his bride.
"Where have you guys been? It should be staring soon," Said Ron. The four just laughed. The halls setting arrangement had been changed. Instead of four long tables there were many smaller tables that sat anywhere from two to ten. The only ones there were the fourth years and up, the first to third years were having small parties in their own dorm rooms.
The great hall looked better this year than Hermione could ever remember it being before. It was a whirl of black and orange. There was confetti raining down from the ceiling in the shapes of skeletons and pumpkins. Hagrid's usual jack-o'-lanterns were bigger and better than ever before. Some where glowing green, while others blowed out an unlimited supply of the wizarding's world equivalent to dry ice. Some flashed different colours; courtesy of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Hermione later was informed by the twins. There was a quintet of dancing skeletons as entertainment during the meal. They were very good actually. Draco took her hand and led her over to one of the tables followed by Ron, Ginny, Harry and Padma. The food operated on the same principle the Yule ball food did, just place your orders with your plates. The only difference was the names the food has. Some one came up with the idea to rename everything. For example spaghetti was now zombie brains in a nice blood sauce. The thought of that was enough to make Hermione ill.
"Which idiot came up with this menu I wonder?" said Ron. "Some of the things on here are to gross sounding for words."
"Ya," agreed Harry, "I makes the menu at Death day parties seem like gourmet dinners at a four star restaurant." Hermione giggled at this while the others looked confused.
"I don't even want to know what that actually is," exclaimed Ginny. "Which do you think sounds the most normal?"
"Probably the bat wings, those sound like chicken wings. Or maybe the bugs 'n' sausage zombie skin, it sounds like pizza to me," said Hermione while studying her menu.
"Then that it is," said Draco. He said bugs 'n' sausage zombie skin to his black and orange plate and five slices of pepperoni pizza with Italian sausage appeared. (A/N-I don't know if Wizards have pizza, so let's just assume that they do.) Every one ordered the pizza, except for Padma and Ginny, who clamed the name would have made them to sick to enjoy their food. They opted for the bat wings instead.
"At least they don't sound as horrible," explained Ginny.
While the students were eating the skeletons took a break. In their place came the school ghosts, putting on a show for the dinners. It was a show in very good taste, nothing gory at all, unlike the menu. Some of the pieces where even comedy acts. Peeves even behaved for once. His routine with the Fat Friar was the hit of the show. As the ghosts finished up the skeletons came back on to do an interesting funk number. It was very strange to watch bones do a hip-hop to Some Body Hit The Lights by Christine Millan. (A/N- I couldn't think of a song, this one just popped into my mind. Sorry if I spelled her name wrong.) The ghosts had begun to wonder around the hall, chatting with the students. Nearly-Headless Nick decided to come up to their table.
"Why Hello every one, are you having a good time?" he said.
"Oh yes Nick," said Ron.
"Your routine was awesome Nick," said Harry. (A/N-imagine Nick having done anything you want. I can't think of anything at this moment.
"Well thank you, how are you enjoying your food."
"It's nice," said Ginny. "But who came up with this menu?"
"Oh, that was Peeves. It was his one condition for behaving; he wanted to make up the menu. Dumbledore agreed, although I don't know why? Then again his piece was very funny."
"I should have guessed it would be Peeves," said Draco. "Only he could have thought up this list, even some of the teachers can't be that disgusting."
Nick laughed at this, "You're quite right Mr. Malfoy, quite right."
"Don't call me Mr. Malfoy please; it makes me feel too much like my father."
"All right then, Draco."
"Oh, by the way Nick," said Hermione as he was preparing to leave the table, "Happy Death day. What is it now, your 504?"
"Yes, thank you for remembering Hermione."
"Ya Happy death day Nick," said both Harry and Ron.
"Once again thank you, but I'll leave you top finish you meal now children. Goodbye," said Nick as he turned to float away.
"How did you guys know it was his 504 death day?" asked Ginny.
"Simple, we were at his 500th Death day Party the Halloween of our second year," explained Hermione.
"Wow, you guys got invited to a death day party!' exclaimed Padma. "The living don't get invited to a party like that very often."
"What can we say, were just special," joked Ron.
"Doesn't it sound odd to say Happy Death Day though," said Ginny. "It just sounds sort of wrong you know."
"That's sort of what I said when we went to his party," said Ron. "I suppose we should also go and say Happy Halloween to Myrtle sometime tonight. She's the only ghost not here," said Hermione in a thoughtful sort of way.
"Aw Mione, do we have to! She always makes me feel so depressed," complained Ron while shoving a piece of pizza into his mouth.
"Oh really now Ron, she's not that bad. And it will just take a few minutes, half an hour at the most."
"You don't mean Moaning Myrtle do you?" asked Padma. "Cause if you do then I agree with Ron, she is depressing."
"That's my Mione, always thinking of others, even when their annoying moaning dead people," laughed Draco.
"Is it just me, or did that sentence coming out of his mouth make anyone else sick too?" asked Ron. The whole table burst out in laughter, even Hermione, but only after she had exclaimed RON! and smacked him.
They sat and talked like they were all old friends for the rest of the meal. All other differences where forgotten, and all rivalries where ignored, if only for one night.
A/N- So how was that one? Keep on reviewing!
"Oh Mione, it's gorgeous," said Ginny as she took Hermione's dress out of its bag. "You're going to be the belle of the ball. Every boy won't be able to take his eyes off of you," giggled Ginny.
"And yet, theirs only one pair of eyes I want on me tonight," said Hermione in a thoughtful sort of way. Once they had finished everything they knew the boys were probably getting impatient. They tossed around the idea of making their guys wait a little longer. But then they remembered who their guys were. Draco and Harry may have killed each other by now. At that thought Hermione ran down the stairs, fallowed closely by Ginny.
The scene that met them was not at all how they had expected. Draco sat on one couch, looking handsome. Harry sat on the other couch, dressed to match Ginny with pants and a shirt made of the same fabric. In his lap was the diary Hermione had found not to long ago. Hermione could see a few tear drops on the sides of his cheeks. Both boys were so well behaved, it shocked Hermione. But she figured that Draco must have figured out Harry was writing in his diary and left him alone.
Draco had had time to think while sitting there. And he was beginning to have some serious doubts. If his memory of Hermione's dress was correct. He didn't want any other members of the male sex to see her. Or some of the female sex either for that matter.
He knew his memory had been correct when the sight of Hermione made him catch his breath in his throat.
"Wow Mione, you look great," stuttered Harry who was a little more than shocked at the way one of his best friends was looking. "Even better than our forth year Yule ball." Hermione just smiled and then stepped out of the way, reveling Ginny. Draco had to admit she look pretty good. For a Weasley that was. 'Bad Draco' he thought, 'you can't refer to Moine's friends like that anymore. It would be very very bad. Poor Draco was really trying to change his ways but it wasn't exactly easy to suddenly become nice to people you have hated for the last six years. Hermione was the one exception to that. Hermione had sat down beside him and was watching Harry and Ginny. Harry had grabbed onto a chair upon seeing Ginny, Draco was sure he'd pass out any second now. Had the chair been alive, it would have been in a great amount of pain.
"Well Harry, what do you think?" asked Ginny, who was confused at his reaction. Didn't he like her dress? She had been certain that he would like it.
Harry was trying to find his voice. He hadn't been there when Ginny was picking out the costumes. She had decided that it would be better if she did it herself, so once they had decided on a theme Ginny had bought the outfits in Hogsmead.
"I-it's Awesome Ginny, you look so beautiful." Harry upon regaining his voice began to babble. Hermione let him go on for a few minutes before she interrupted.
"Guys, we really should go down now. The feast will begin with out us if we don't," said Hermione. So Harry and Ginny walked out of the portrait. Draco grabbed Hermione's arm before she could leave to.
"What is it Draco?" asked a puzzled Hermione.
"I don't want to go as this anymore."
"But why?"
"All of those guys out there will be looking at you, in that dress." Draco knew he sounded like an insecure little boy but he didn't care. Later he would demand that his actions were a direct result of the potion, and had nothing to do with actually jealousy. Hermione believed differently though.
"But Draco, it just makes us completely even. I couldn't even begin to count the girls who I've seen staring at you. Tonight especially." Sensing that he would need a little more convincing, Hermione grabbed him and brought him in for a kiss. As it deepened, Harry and Ginny came back to see what was keeping them, which lead to a slight embarrassment. But when they left the room this time, all four teenagers were talking and laughing.
They met Ron outside the great hall. He was with his date Padma. There relationship had improved since the fourth year Yule ball, and they dated occasionally. They were dressed as Frankenstein and his bride.
"Where have you guys been? It should be staring soon," Said Ron. The four just laughed. The halls setting arrangement had been changed. Instead of four long tables there were many smaller tables that sat anywhere from two to ten. The only ones there were the fourth years and up, the first to third years were having small parties in their own dorm rooms.
The great hall looked better this year than Hermione could ever remember it being before. It was a whirl of black and orange. There was confetti raining down from the ceiling in the shapes of skeletons and pumpkins. Hagrid's usual jack-o'-lanterns were bigger and better than ever before. Some where glowing green, while others blowed out an unlimited supply of the wizarding's world equivalent to dry ice. Some flashed different colours; courtesy of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Hermione later was informed by the twins. There was a quintet of dancing skeletons as entertainment during the meal. They were very good actually. Draco took her hand and led her over to one of the tables followed by Ron, Ginny, Harry and Padma. The food operated on the same principle the Yule ball food did, just place your orders with your plates. The only difference was the names the food has. Some one came up with the idea to rename everything. For example spaghetti was now zombie brains in a nice blood sauce. The thought of that was enough to make Hermione ill.
"Which idiot came up with this menu I wonder?" said Ron. "Some of the things on here are to gross sounding for words."
"Ya," agreed Harry, "I makes the menu at Death day parties seem like gourmet dinners at a four star restaurant." Hermione giggled at this while the others looked confused.
"I don't even want to know what that actually is," exclaimed Ginny. "Which do you think sounds the most normal?"
"Probably the bat wings, those sound like chicken wings. Or maybe the bugs 'n' sausage zombie skin, it sounds like pizza to me," said Hermione while studying her menu.
"Then that it is," said Draco. He said bugs 'n' sausage zombie skin to his black and orange plate and five slices of pepperoni pizza with Italian sausage appeared. (A/N-I don't know if Wizards have pizza, so let's just assume that they do.) Every one ordered the pizza, except for Padma and Ginny, who clamed the name would have made them to sick to enjoy their food. They opted for the bat wings instead.
"At least they don't sound as horrible," explained Ginny.
While the students were eating the skeletons took a break. In their place came the school ghosts, putting on a show for the dinners. It was a show in very good taste, nothing gory at all, unlike the menu. Some of the pieces where even comedy acts. Peeves even behaved for once. His routine with the Fat Friar was the hit of the show. As the ghosts finished up the skeletons came back on to do an interesting funk number. It was very strange to watch bones do a hip-hop to Some Body Hit The Lights by Christine Millan. (A/N- I couldn't think of a song, this one just popped into my mind. Sorry if I spelled her name wrong.) The ghosts had begun to wonder around the hall, chatting with the students. Nearly-Headless Nick decided to come up to their table.
"Why Hello every one, are you having a good time?" he said.
"Oh yes Nick," said Ron.
"Your routine was awesome Nick," said Harry. (A/N-imagine Nick having done anything you want. I can't think of anything at this moment.
"Well thank you, how are you enjoying your food."
"It's nice," said Ginny. "But who came up with this menu?"
"Oh, that was Peeves. It was his one condition for behaving; he wanted to make up the menu. Dumbledore agreed, although I don't know why? Then again his piece was very funny."
"I should have guessed it would be Peeves," said Draco. "Only he could have thought up this list, even some of the teachers can't be that disgusting."
Nick laughed at this, "You're quite right Mr. Malfoy, quite right."
"Don't call me Mr. Malfoy please; it makes me feel too much like my father."
"All right then, Draco."
"Oh, by the way Nick," said Hermione as he was preparing to leave the table, "Happy Death day. What is it now, your 504?"
"Yes, thank you for remembering Hermione."
"Ya Happy death day Nick," said both Harry and Ron.
"Once again thank you, but I'll leave you top finish you meal now children. Goodbye," said Nick as he turned to float away.
"How did you guys know it was his 504 death day?" asked Ginny.
"Simple, we were at his 500th Death day Party the Halloween of our second year," explained Hermione.
"Wow, you guys got invited to a death day party!' exclaimed Padma. "The living don't get invited to a party like that very often."
"What can we say, were just special," joked Ron.
"Doesn't it sound odd to say Happy Death Day though," said Ginny. "It just sounds sort of wrong you know."
"That's sort of what I said when we went to his party," said Ron. "I suppose we should also go and say Happy Halloween to Myrtle sometime tonight. She's the only ghost not here," said Hermione in a thoughtful sort of way.
"Aw Mione, do we have to! She always makes me feel so depressed," complained Ron while shoving a piece of pizza into his mouth.
"Oh really now Ron, she's not that bad. And it will just take a few minutes, half an hour at the most."
"You don't mean Moaning Myrtle do you?" asked Padma. "Cause if you do then I agree with Ron, she is depressing."
"That's my Mione, always thinking of others, even when their annoying moaning dead people," laughed Draco.
"Is it just me, or did that sentence coming out of his mouth make anyone else sick too?" asked Ron. The whole table burst out in laughter, even Hermione, but only after she had exclaimed RON! and smacked him.
They sat and talked like they were all old friends for the rest of the meal. All other differences where forgotten, and all rivalries where ignored, if only for one night.
A/N- So how was that one? Keep on reviewing!
