Was there any naked mud-wrestling in Chamber of Secrets?  Did Harry and Draco get it on in Order of the Phoenix?  And you know Harry would have never kissed Cho (oh dear lord) if I had been in charge.  What can I say?  I'm not JK Rowling.

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Part Forty-Five:  The Graduation Ball

Harry descended the stairs of the Gryffindor boys' dormitory dressed in his emerald green dress robes, about to head off to the Great Hall where he would be meeting Draco for the Graduation Ball.  Ron sat on a couch by the fire in dark blue dress robes and all the younger students in the common room turned their attention from Ron to Harry when they saw him enter.  Walking over to where he sat, Harry took a spot on the sofa next to Ron and stared into the fire.

"Waiting for Kali?" he asked.  Ron nodded.

"Harry . . . I need some reassurance."

"For what?  Is there something wrong?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before seeing as how you're my best friend but I didn't want to tell anyone yet and you've been so busy studying and being with Draco . . ." Ron's words trailed off and he took a big breath before he dared to continue.  Sighing, he reached into his robes and pulled out a small, black velvet box and handed it over to Harry.

Harry looked down at the box in his hand, opening it.  Sitting inside was a silver band with one solitary diamond upon it.  "Gods, Ron, is this for Kali?"

Nodding, Ron said, "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"Wow, and here I thought I was going far by asking Draco to live with me," he breathed, staring at the ring.

"You asked Draco to live with you?"

"Not yet.  Tonight.  Suppose it's a big night for all of us."  Closing the box, Harry handed it back to Ron who promptly shoved it inside one of the pockets of his robes.  "You're really going to ask her to marry you?"

"Yes," said Ron, his face more wan than usual; even his freckles seemed pale.

"Since when?  I mean . . . Merlin, how did you pay for that?"

"Most of my money from working at the ministry for three summers.  That and Severus."

"Severus?" asked Harry, trying not to laugh.  "Since when are you and Professor Snape on a first name basis?"

"Since I asked for his blessing to propose to Kali.  I didn't want his help but he insisted that I not pay for the ring on my own.  He insisted.  Frequently."

"Is that why he's been so nice to you for the past few weeks?"

"Yeah," said Ron, laughing.  "He really liked that I asked him first."

"Hey, Harry," said Hermione, coming out into the common room.  "Kali and I thought you went down to meet Draco already."

"Hi, Hermione.  Kali," Harry acknowledged each girl, grinning sideways to Ron.  "I was just about to go but I thought I'd keep him company while you two got ready.  I'll be going to meet Draco now.  He's wearing black tonight.  Black.  As if he doesn't wear enough black with the Hogwarts uniforms, he's insisted on wearing black for his dress robes, too.  I just hope they aren't velvet like the ones at the Yule Ball.  He'd hex me if I told him he looked like a vicar.  What was up with that collar, anyway?"

"Draco looked like a vicar at the Yule Ball?" asked Kali.

"Yes, he did.  And he'd be very offended if I thought the same thing this time.  I never told him I thought such a thing.  Draco seems to be under the impression that he was sexy that night, whether it was Pansy Parkinson on his arm or not."

"Draco went to the Yule Ball with the evil Pansy demon?"

"Yeah.  I went with Parvati."

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Kali, looking pained.

"It was okay.  I mean, Ron and I sort of ended up abandoning the Patil twins and became each other's dates.  If only he would have just listened to me when I told him I wanted to shag him."  Harry sighed, sounding wistful.

"Back off, Harry, he's mine," said Kali, grinning, as she possessively latched herself to Ron's side, the silk of her dress robes swishing adding to the drama.

"Fine," he grumbled.  "I'll go meet my boyfriend in black.  Black.  I keep telling him he needs to integrate some color into his wardrobe.  Does he listen to me?  No.  I bet he would if I told him he looked like a vicar."

"Okay, Harry," said Hermione, laughing.  "You go on now.  You can walk with me.  I have to meet up with Servius, anyway."

"Why does he have to be at our Graduation Ball?  He's not even a seventh year," whined Harry as Hermione shooed him through the portrait hole.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Ron, looking down at Kali who was still latched to his arm.

"As ready as I'll ever be.  Let's go."

They walked out of the common room and headed in the direction of the Great Hall.

"This is a very interesting color you're wearing, Kali," Ron observed.  "Did you drop white robes into a pool of blood?"

"Shush, you.  I like them.  Daddy said they were morbid but I like the color."

"I would pay to see your father watch you try to pick out dress robes."

"Is my father that amusing?"

Ron didn't seem to need to think about it as he started to laugh and nod, the image of Snape hanging around in a robe shop while a teenage girl tried to find the perfect dress robes dancing in his head.  A girl like Kali, no less, would make it that much more amusing.  She was indecisive and bothersome, at least according to Snape, and Ron was moderately sad he was spending the day working for Fred and George while she was shopping with her father and Hermione.

Arriving at the Ball, there were couples scattered all over the place.  The event hadn't officially started as Dumbledore insisted the Graduation Ball start by the Head Boy and Head Girl leading the school in the first dance.  Ron was finally understanding just how Harry must have felt during the Yule Ball, not being a very good dancer himself.  Hermione was already there, waiting at the front with Servius.

"Nice yellow robes you have there," said Ron, as they stood beside them.  "Proudly displaying your House colors?  Long live Hufflepuff?"

"No," he snapped.  "They aren't yellow.  They're gold."

"Of course," said Ron, smirking at Kali.

"Can't you two stop fighting even for a night?" asked Hermione, sternly.

"Sorry, Hermione," they chorused, eyeing each other with equal amounts of distrust.

"Welcome, everyone, welcome," said Dumbledore, from a position by the two couples.  "In two days time, you will each be graduating from Hogwarts.  Having spent seven years with you, I will be sorry to see you go and I wish you the best of luck in future endeavors.  As this is your last Ball at Hogwarts, enjoy yourselves.  Now, let's get this Ball started with a dance by our Head Boy and Head Girl, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"This is ridiculous," Ron muttered as he and Kali followed Hermione and Servius out to the dance floor.

"You're telling me," replied Servius, causing Hermione to swat him on the arm.  "Why do you always abuse me?"  She only rolled her eyes at him.

It felt like the end of the dance couldn't come fast enough and Ron was very happy when other students started coming on to the dance floor and he could safely escape with Kali to somewhere that everyone wouldn't have their eyes trained on him the entire time.  Kali was laughing as he dragged her from the dance floor, and he turned around to see that Servius wasn't too far behind, dragging Hermione as if his very survival depended on getting away.

They finally located Harry and Draco at a round table off to the side and near the back of the hall.  Blaise, in grey dress robes, and David, who wore a bright orange color, greeted them as they approached.  Glancing over at Draco, Ron was relieved to see that he was dressed in black but was neither wearing velvet nor the collar that Harry so despised.

"That's a nice shade of orange, David," teased Kali, sitting down between Draco and Ron.

"Thank you," he replied, looking down at his robes.  "I wanted to make a fashion statement.  Stand out in a crowd full of blue and black.  Blaise and I wanted to get matching pink robes but alas, they had none in our sizes."

"You wanted to get matching pink robes," said Blaise.  "I had nothing to do with that penchant of yours."

"If I had gotten them, you would have worn them.  You have a very interesting shade of red as well, Kali."

"Thank you.  I chose them because I love the way I look in red and Daddy thought they made me look positively evil.  I thought that, as long as the world is backwards and he's being somewhat nice, then someone in the family has to look evil.  I have Snape genes, what can I say?"

"Hey, Ron, you looked really great up there," said Harry, snickering.  "Not out of place at all."

"You're one to talk, Harry.  You looked positively divine at the Yule Ball."

"I was fourteen."

"So?  I'd love to see you leading a dance now.  You'd have to whisk Draco out there and twirl him around a bit."

"We could do that," said Harry, grinning at Draco.

"You will never 'twirl' me, Potter," Draco said in a drawl.

"Malfoy, that was almost as good as you used to be."

"You really think so?  I am trying."

"You're trying?  In that case - no.  That really sucked.  I thought that was by accident."

Draco looked directly across the table at Blaise and gave him a grin before swatting Harry over the back of the head.

"Okay," said Servius, "it's the Graduation Ball and even though I'm not graduating or anything, I'm rather impatient.  Hermione, what are you planning on doing when you leave Hogwarts?"

Her face broke out into a grin as she looked him over and nodded.  "We were supposed to share what we decided to do tonight, weren't we?"

Kali nodded, as if very excited about the whole ordeal.

"Okay, then.   There was a lot I was looking into with my marks and everything, but I decided to go into Auror training after I leave Hogwarts."

"Are you sure?  That's really dangerous, Hermione," Servius warned her.

"With all the times I've been by Harry's side and all the trouble we've been getting into since first year?  Of course I want to go into Auror training.  I considered the Ministry but I'd just be bored.  The best part about it, however, is that I can train and be stationed wherever I want and so there's this wizard, David Brassart, who's an Auror in America.  The center is right by Chivington.  I'm going to be starting my training there in August."

Servius stared at her, dumbfounded for a while.  "You're . . . you're coming back with me?"

"I couldn't just let you leave."

"Aw, that is so precious," cooed Kali, folding her hands before her and resting her chin atop them.

"You're staying here, right, Kailah?" said Servius, glaring at her.

"Of course I am.  I want nothing to do with you, Servius Atwater.  If Hermione does, that is her own decision I do not begrudge her a moment with you.  Poor dear.  Doesn't realize what she's getting herself into."

"Padma's going up to Saint Mungo's," said Draco.

"Padma?" said Harry, turning to Draco.

"Yeah.  She told me yesterday.  She's going up to Saint Mungo's to become a counselor.  I guess between working with me and a few of the younger students, she decided it was something that she wanted to do for a career.  It's perfect for her, really."

"Isn't she with Justin Finch-Fletchley now?" asked Harry.

"Yeah.  He's going up there, too.  He's learning medipotions to be a healer."

"That's like me," said David.

"You're going to be a healer?" asked Hermione.  He nodded.

"Yeah, except I'm not going up to Saint Mungo's.  Over the summer I'm working at a lab in Surrey and when term starts again, I'm coming back to Hogwarts to work under Madam Pomfrey."

"Working with the Pomfrey bitch?" said Draco, looking horrified.  "I don't think I would ever choose something like that."

"You spend enough time with her already.  You don't need to see more of each other," said David, laughing.  "I was only in the infirmary twice since I came here and once was the times I was visiting Blaise.  I had the flu during the other and that was in fifth year."

"You're lucky," said Harry.  "I've been in there every year since I first came here, most of the time because of some plot Voldemort had against me."

"Do you really have to say his name, Harry?" said Ron.

"Oh, Ron, he's dead.  Get over it," scolded Kali.  "Does anyone want to know what I intend on doing?"

"Of course we do, Kali," said Ron, ignoring the fact he had just been scolded.

"I," she started proudly as if it were the best thing in the world, "am writing a column for Witch Weekly."

"You stalked Witch Weekly?" asked Harry.

"When did Kali say she stalked Witch Weekly?" asked Draco.

"At lunch right before our last Potions lesson.  Kali said that she stalked her preferred place of employment until they decided she would be an ideal employee and promised her a job after she graduated.  You actually stalked Witch Weekly?"

"Harry has issues with Witch Weekly," Ron informed her.

"I know.  But the only thing I'm really good at is being funny and writing so I decided I needed to have a column.  What better than Witch Weekly?  I've been mailing them every week since school started with letters and columns to show them that I could handle the job.  They thought I was okay but it was the article about Christmas at the Weasleys that really sold me.  Well, that and the one where you attacked Crabbe and Goyle in the hallway.  They like stories about you being unhinged, Harry."

"Is that what those mysterious letters from Calypso is all about?"

"Of course," she replied, grinning.  "Don't bring me down.  I'm looking so forward to starting there in July.  The people at Witch Weekly think I'm funny.  I can't say that I disagree with them."

"So you're writing for Witch Weekly," said Harry.

"Yep."

Harry shrugged.  "Then we've got two writers here."

"You're writing?" she said, her face brightening.  "Are you going to be a fellow journalist?  Well, I'm a columnist, but still . .  ."

"What about Quidditch?" asked Draco.  "I thought you wanted to play."

"I do," said Harry, slowly, "but like I've said, it's so high profile and I'm so sick of being gawked at already.  I don't want to make it worse.  I went to see McGonagall a few weeks ago about it because Quidditch was all that I really seemed to be facing and she told me about this job for the Daily Prophet.  She thought I could do it because I'm an okay writer and they needed a sports reporter that specialized in Quidditch.  I'd still get to be around the sport but without having to get all the fame and it isn't like I can't play on my own time."

"So you're going to be doing Quidditch reports for the Daily Prophet?" said Kali, squealing.  "I'm so excited to know a fellow journalist already."

"I thought you wanted to play Quidditch," said Draco.

"I did.  I'm just sick of being gawked at, Draco.  You have to understand how that feels.  And I'd still get to go see tons of Quidditch games.  It involves some traveling but not as much so I'll be able to be with you more often."

"That I like," said Draco.  "Well, I'm the boring one here.   I'm going to the ministry."

"You, too?" said Blaise.

"I'm not the only boring freak working at the ministry?"

"Apparently there's three of us," said Ron.

"You, too?" said Draco.

"Yeah.  Dad found me a spot in the Committee for Experimental Charms.  I won't be doing much as I'll just be starting.  A lot of paperwork, but it's something."

"That's the same with me," said Draco.  "Dumbledore helped me out and so did my N.E.W.T. scores.  I'm going into the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad, only I'll be doing a lot of paperwork, too, at first.  Dumbledore thought it was a place where I wasn't as likely to get bored.  He said he thought it would keep me entertained.  I don't know if I should be excited or offended."

"My dad got me in, too," said Blaise.  "I'm going to be an Unspeakable."

"My job is the coolest," said Kali, tossing her hair back.  "Harry's the second coolest, though.  We journalists have to stick together, you know?  I'll write columns about how you aren't really unhinged and anyone that says you are is unhinged himself.  What do you think?"

"Sounds good.  Someone has to tell the general public that I still have some sense left in me yet."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself this evening," said Snape, coming up behind Kali and putting his hands on his shoulders.  "I see you decided to go with that dreadful color red."

"Yes, I did.  And what are you going here?  Patrolling and breaking up students that are dancing too close together before taking points from them before they graduate and it's too late?"

"Precisely."

"Ah, there you are, Severus," said Dumbledore, sweeping over to their table.  "Enjoying the Ball?  I just had the most wonderful dance with Professor McGonagall.  She's quite light on her feet.  Have you been out on the floor yet?"

"I should think not," said Snape, scowling.

"Miss Strauser, you look lovely," said Dumbledore, smiling warmly at her.  "As do the rest of you, of course.  That's a very nice color on you, Miss Granger."  Both Hermione and Kali went bright shades of pink.  "I say, I do feel old.  I remember your Graduation Ball as if it were yesterday, Severus.  I think it must be a long time since you last danced.  If I recall correctly, you were a very fine dancer."

"That must have been someone else," muttered Snape as small snickers broke out from Harry and Servius.

"Don't be modest, Severus.  Your mother was a wonderful dancer herself.  I imagine it was she who insisted that both you and your sister be taught.  I remember Circe here at school, as well.  That was in my earlier days of teaching, of course, before I became headmaster.  Fine Transfiguration student, Circe was."

"Is there a point to this entertaining conversation on my mother you insist on carrying?"

"Not at all.  Ah, there's an idea, Severus.  It is a Ball and I don't see you dancing.  Mikailah, why don't you drag him out onto the dance floor?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Albus," said Snape, his eyes narrowing.

"I do!" said Kali, jumping up and grabbing his arm.  "Come on, Daddy.  A father daughter dance is mandatory at the Graduation Ball, seeing as how I'm growing up, moving on, and it's all really sad.  Besides, you'll want to remember me as a sweet, innocent child before the effects of the brutal world of mass media are inflicted upon me."

"You inflicted it upon yourself," he said, very aware of a good portion of the student body with their eyes on them, the greasy Potions Master dancing with Kali.  "Is this what you wanted?  Everyone is staring at us, Kailah"

"That's because they don't know you're human," she said, smirking.  "Daddy, please.  What do you want me to say?  'Oh, yes, Daddy.  I had ulterior motives in forcing you to dance with me other than the fact you're my father and I love you"

"Guilt will get you nowhere, Kailah."

"Fine, you, but I wasn't harboring a hidden agenda.  I don't see what's so criminal about a girl wanting to dance with her father.  The only reason everyone is staring is because you're evil to them, they think I'm sweet, and we just don't mix well in their eyes.  If only they knew your layer of artillery was a centimeter thin."

"I put up a better front than that, Kailah.  Do give me some credit."

"I'm sorry, but you asked for it.  Are you having a dreadful time tonight, excluding this little incident and the headmaster's trickery?"

"I'm chaperoning a dance.  Everything about that points to yes.  And you?  You seemed to be enjoying yourself with Ron."

"What is this sudden thing with you calling him Ron?  I know I've been trying to get you to do it all year but you've refused without relent.  Now, all of a sudden, you decide it's okay to start calling him Ron?  What happened to Mister Weasley?  What happened to 'Why a Weasley of all people, Kailah?'"

"You have been completely taken with Ron since you first walked into my office at the beginning of the school year.  I thought it was an infatuation at the time but as this year has progressed, I've seen that, for once in my life, I was wrong."

"What?"

"I was wrong about your feelings for him, Kailah.  If you're happy with him, however, and he treats you right, then I have no justifiable cause to complain other than that I don't like to share my little girl."

"I want to fix that in my mind forever," she said, wistfully, closing her eyes and exposing her throat as she tilted her head toward the ceiling.  "I was wrong.  You were wrong.  You said you were wrong.  It's a strange day in the world of Kali Strauser."

"Kailah, why do you insist on that juvenile name?"

"I like it.  I think it's cute.  Get off my arse."

"I need something to complain about now that I've accepted Ron."

"It was very big of you."

"Don't remind me.  You just might make me change my mind."

"In that case, I'll leave you alone.  Thank you for the dance, Daddy."

"Don't mention it.  Please."

She grinned, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before retreating back to her table and sitting down next to Ron and Draco again.

As the night waned on, Servius and Hermione left first to go back to the Head Girl room, spending the night alone together and winding down from the Ball.  Blaise and David had gone next, each retreating to his respective dormitory after saying goodbye.

"You want to go for a walk?" said Harry.

Draco, looking around at the dying Ball and eyes landing momentarily on Ron and Kali, still dancing in their own little world, nodded.  "Sure.  This is dying down, anyway.  I'd like to get some air."

Linking fingers, Harry helped pull Draco to his feet and they let Ron and Kali know they were leaving before heading out of the Great Hall and through the front doors to the school.  After being inside the hot school building, all the body heat intense from being so compact and active in dance, the warm summer breeze was cooling to the touch, soothing the small beads of sweat that had formed on Draco's forehead.  They headed in the direction of the lake, the wind ruffling Harry's unmanageable mop of hair.

"This was where we had our first kiss," said Draco, stilling in his steps.  "After the Halloween Ball.  I told you I was gay and you didn't believe me."

"I didn't think someone like you would want someone like me."

"What is that supposed to mean?  What is someone like me like?  What is someone like you like?"

"You're . . . wow."

"Yes, I seem to remember that general assessment."

"Draco, I've always found you intriguing.  Even when I didn't like you, I thought you were an interesting person.  Then, you shifted last year.  You became - almost gentle.  Different.  There was something there to you I didn't see before.  You weren't the smug prick I thought you were.  There was actually a time when I thought that maybe you had been on the Imperius Curse or something to that effect before then.  No one could believe it when hearing you had tried to off yourself.  I couldn't believe it, either.  Seamus came in the common room and told us what had happened.  He had been scrubbing bedpans for detention and when he came back, he told us that you had been brought in by a bunch of third year Slytherins and that there had been a suicide note found by your body.  It didn't add up to me.

"There's something really special about you, Draco.  I can't center my thoughts around it exactly.  Even when I hated you, I knew you were special.  There was something inside you that no one else had.  Part of me wasn't surprised when everyone found out that you weren't who they thought you were.  The only thing I couldn't understand is why you would want yourself gone; why you thought the world would be better without you.  I couldn't understand destroying something that special.

"Kali did ask me to talk to you that day in the library but I didn't do it because of her.  I did it because I wanted to know for myself what you were hiding.  You told me I wouldn't be able to understand you but I wanted to try.  That's why I volunteered to watch you when you went into the infirmary on Suicide Watch.  I wanted to be your friend.  It didn't take long, though, before I fell for you."

"Did you find what you were looking for?" asked Draco.

"As incredibly pathetic as this sounds, I think it was you all together.  Everything about you was special and I picked up on it because I was meant to fall for you."

"You're right.  That does sound pathetic.  But I appreciate the sentiment.  So someone special like me would never want someone special like you?"

"But I didn't think I was special, Draco.  I thought I was just Harry and I was unjustly exalted and honored for something my mother did.  She was the one who gave her life for me to keep mine.  It wasn't a big miracle I lived.  It wasn't me.  It was my mum and I always thought I had been wrongly praised for it.  I figured I had just been getting lucky for years.  There was something so pure about you and I was tainted."

"I felt the same way," confessed Draco.

"Perhaps we were both pure and tainted at the same time.  That's why we're so good together."

"Perhaps," agreed Draco, leaning forward to press his lips lightly to Harry's.

"Draco, I wanted to know - I was just wondering - oh bollocks.  Draco, with graduation coming up, we're leaving Hogwarts and I don't want to be away from you.  Do you want to live with me?"

Staring at him, Draco's face was expressionless.  "What?  With Sirius?"

Harry burst into a short fit of chuckles.  "No, Draco, gods.  With me.  Just us, living together.  We've both got jobs lined up and I thought once the summer was over we could get a place together.  Spend the summer looking."

A soft smile broke the expressionless face.  "I'd like that."

~*~

Ron watched from over the top of Kali's head as Harry and Draco disappeared from the Great Hall, heading outside to take their walk where Harry had planned the proposition.  Just thinking of propositions made his head spin, his fingers itching when the thought of the ring still in his dress robes' pocket seeped into his mind.  Holding Kali closer, Ron closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head.

". . . and we're graduating in a few days," finished Kali, apparently talking about something that he hadn't been paying attention to.  "I'm going to miss all those long nights in the Head Boy room.  Especially the fireplace.  I loved the hearth in there, the two of us in front of it."  Kali gave a deep sigh.  "We're going to have to visit each other all summer.  I can't wait to take my apparation test.  Harry and I are going the first week of August.  Draco will probably want to come with us.  You're welcomed to join us if you'd like.  I'm going to have to rely on Floo Powder until then."

"Kali?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be away from you this summer."

"I'll miss you, too, Ron."

"No," he said, wishing he were more eloquent and that she were sharper.  "I love you, Kali.  I don't want to be away from you this summer.  In fact I don't want to be away from you ever."

"I love you, too," she whispered.

"Kali . . . Kali, will you marry me?"

She stilled in his arms, feet no longer moving to the music they had been dancing to previously.  Stepping back, Ron could see that her eyes had gone wide, her lips slightly parted, looking as if that had been the last thing she was ever expecting to hear.  Words seemed to fail her as she continued gaping.  Reaching into his pocket, Ron produced the box and, removing the ring, slid it onto her finger.

"I love you, Kali," he said, taking her hands into his own.  "I want to spend forever with you."

"I want to spend forever with you, too," she said, now crying.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

Nodding, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to brush her lips across his.  Embracing, they fell back into the pace with the music.

"Oh, Merlin," she said, breaking the suspended silence between them as Kali clung to him, softly weeping.  "What's Daddy going to say?"

Ron couldn't help but laugh.  This was the first thing she thought of after accepting.  In a way, he had known he would be her immediate afterthought all along.

"Congratulations," Ron replied.

"Excuse me?"

"He already knows.  I asked for his blessing before I dared to even buy the ring."

"You asked my daddy for his blessing?" she breathed, pulling back to look up at him.  "No wonder he's adored you so much lately.  That was sweet, Ron."

"He seemed to like me much more after it, anyway.  I've been told to call him Severus, but I'm not allowed to marry you if I call him Sev or Dad."

"Not that you ever would anyway," she said, grinning.  "We're going to be married."

Ron nodded.  No more words were said as they danced and when the Ball was over, they were the last couple to leave the floor.

Written before I read OotP so you must ignore glaring errors.  Also, know Brits don't have graduation.  Don't care, anyway.