Chapter 4: The Ball
Let's just say the next morning wasn't one of the best. Hermione
wasn't talking to Ron, and since his romantic side was like a set of spoons
he didn't know why. Harry wasn't obviously talking to Anya, eventhough it
was his desire to do so, Anya wasn't talking to Harry and yet for some
strange reason all she wanted to do was talk to him, and yet through all
this mess Ginny was probably at her highest. She wouldn't stop smiling at
Harry when he saw Anya and walked to opposite way, and she wouldn't stop
talking when she looked at him. Something odd was going on with her, but he
just couldn't put his finger on it.
The morning came and went, and soon it turned into the afternoon.
Hermione was in her dormitory; Ron was in the common room talking to Dean
and Harry, well Harry was outside on the grass reading. Every time he had
seen Anya that day he would either look the other way or walk the other way
and she would do the same. Eventhough it was obvious to Harry she didn't
like him (which out of his stupidity was the totally wrong idea) still
wanted to talk to her. So he sat up and walked back into the castle,
through the portrait hole and sat next to Ron.
"Where's Anya?"
"Oh she's with Ginny in her dorm why are you aski-"
"She's not your girlfriend Ron I can talk to her you know" As Harry was
about to walk through the portrait hole it seemed that Ron still hadn't
understood what Harry had just said.
He walked off to the kitchens and yet again asked for some more
tomatoes, after 5 minutes he had finally returned to the Gryffindor Common
room, passed Ron without looking at his furious facial expression and to
the bottom of the stairs. He bewitched his tomatoes to fly at the door, he
splatted three successfully until the door opened and the person standing
there had shouted "Emobulous" and had frozen it in mid air.
"Now, normally when I hear things splatting at my door, I usually think
it's my sister, but on this case, it's obviously you isn't it Harry?" It
was Anya and she was standing by the banister looking down at Harry.
"Yup" He smiled at her. "I'm here to offer you an apology about yesterday,
I think what I said was taken in wrongly?" Anya gleamed at him, and as a
sigh of relief Harry was smiling again.
"I'm so sorry Harry, it's just that, well I was having a bad day, I didn't
mean to bite your head off!" they both laughed, and were happily on
speaking terms again. Harry said his good-bye and so did she, and as he was
walking off-
"Hey Harry, who are you going with to the ball?" He spun round and looked
at her in utter confusement.
"No one, but aren't you going with Ron?"
"What? No!! I said I'd think about it because I had someone else in mind, I
told him this morning I didn't want to, I wasn't even going to go to the
ball!"
"OH. ok. um. so. who are you going with know?"
"Well. no one in particular" Anya's eyes were bulging and her head was
doing a sort of nod to Harry, and by this, Harry still did not get the
hint.
"Oh. oh right. well I have to go but I'll see you round yeah?" She looked
disappointed and so was Harry. Why didn't you ask her you big fool? He
thought to himself while walking over to Ron.
Dean had left and Ron was there talking to her in an angry voice.
"Why in God's name do you want to go to the Ball with Dean?" Ron shouted.
"Because I'm dating him Ron, I have been dating him since the end of fourth
year"
"You're such an idiot!"
"Oh get a life!" Ginny sat up and walked off, so Harry took her place.
'Sorry about before, why do you keep giving your sister such a hard time
about dating Dean?"
"Because se's my sister, and she's too young"
'Ron, she's 15! Oh well."
"You looked mighty happy to be back on talking terms with Anya"
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't actually going to the ball with her?"
"Oh sorry mate, slipped my mind" Ron was gazing over at Hermione who was
sitting all alone reading a book. Harry also turned around to see what he
was looking at.
"Just ask her"
"I only asked Anya because, well I didn't know if she liked me or not, you
know how much I like her Harry"
"Yeah. I do"
"Well."
"Believe me Ron she does, now go!"
* *
* *
It was probably one of the nicest moments Harry had had through out the
year so far, of when Ron finally asked Hermione out, well besides meeting
Anya.
The ball was to start at 7pm and all the girls (even Hermione were getting
ready) besides the part that there was another two hours until it actually
started.
"Okay it's 5:30 lets go have a shower and get ready" Eventhough Ron and
Harry started to get dressed later, they arrived at the Great Hall's
entrance. Harry was wearing dark blue robes, with a white shit, which was
hanging out of some black trousers quite loosely. Ron was wearing dark red
robes, and black trousers, but a light blue shirt. They waited for 10
minutes until the girls came down. Ginny came down, and walked over to
Dean, Harry hadn't noticed she was looking at him, nor did he notice what
she was wearing. Hermione came down afterwards. She was wearing a white
dress, which had no sleeves or straps that came down to her ankles. Her
hair was straight, and put up in a tight bun, with a few curls escaping it.
Ron was absolutely speechless. As she came down the steps and walked over
to him. Ron still hadn't blinked, he was probably trying to keep the
wonderful image and he was scared if he blinked it would go away.
"Ron you do realise you are allowed to blink, I won go" She gave a light-
hearted laugh. It was 5 minutes to go, until the doors would be opened.
Anya still hadn't come down yet. It was seven and no Anya was seen in
sight. Hermione whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry Harry" and she walked in.
Harry stood there, waiting for Anya, but he knew it was obvious she wasn't
going to come. He looked over at the Great Hall, and over at the stairs. He
began to walk, but not to the Hall, but to the stairs leading to Gryffindor
tower. He began to pick up a pace, and as he was about to reach the
portrait it opened and someone stepped out.
She was wearing a blue dress, and her hair was out, and she was still
putting on an earring. Her shoes were light blue to. She looked heavenly,
everything on her body, was perfect. She was smiling.
"Sorry I'm late"
"Um.. Err.. Erm.. Ahem. Anya would you like to attend the ball with me?"
'I'd loved to!" Her smile broadened, and he gave her his hand, and she took
it, and they walked down the steps and into the wonderfully decorated Hall.
After a grand feast, an a few drinks, the tables vanished leaving
two at each end, and in the middle, a great dancing place with the Weird
sisters playing "I've lost my Warlock." Harry and Anya joined them a short
while after, after witnessing Ginny having a fight with Dean. She said she
was refusing to dance, and didn't feel like talking to anyone. As they got
up to go and dance, Ginny gave another little outburst. They walked over to
the middle, and stood by Ron and Hermione who both looked like they were in
a deep trance. Harry placed his hand gently on her waist and she put her
hand on his shoulder while holding the other hands closely to his chest. Se
looked into his eyes and gazed for a while, and so did he. This was,
another one of the best moments of his life. They started to move and she
laid her head on his chest, and he put his chin on the top of her head. Her
hair smelt lovely, it was like a bucket of roses on a person's head. They
stayed there dancing for about 10 minutes, until the 2nd song had finished
she suggested they'd go and sit back down.
Ginny was still not talking to Dean, and now her arms were crossed, and she
was looking at them enviously. Anya took Harry's hand and gently placed her
head on his shoulder and whispered "Thank-you". Harry was about to reply
when a drink came flying at her on to her dress. He turned his head to find
Ginny standing in front of them. Anya stood up and shouted at her, it
looked and smelled like fire whiskey.
"What did you do? You've just ruined the perfect night of my life Ginny!!"
"Woops" She replied in an mocking voice "Accident" Harry stood up obviously
angry with Ginny, and was about to defend Anya when she pushed Ginny and
ran out.
"Anya!" He called after her. He was about to ran after her when Hermione
held him back "Wait Harry, leave her alone for a few minutes" He was
released when she pleaded, "Please!" Harry turned to Ginny, finding Ron
shouting at her.
"I saw every bit- how could you be so insensitive"
"Ron calm down"
"Calm down? - CALM DOWN?? This idiot of a sister just ruined my best
friend's date!" Harry couldn't take it now; it seemed to him it had been
around 100 minutes. He left them arguing and ran out hoping to find Anya.
He was out on the grounds. He walked around, but not as far as Hagrid's
cabin. He was about to go in when there was someone sitting underneath the
tree by the lake. He squinted and looked at the dark figure for a while,
until his eyes became adjusted he'd realised it was Anya.
"Anya?" He looked down at her.
"Go- away" she started to cry again. He crouched down and put his finger
underneath her chin and lifted her head and looked at her.
"Why are you crying?" She moved her head to the right and didn't look at
him. "Pl-ease listen to me, you can easily clean this up, and why are you
crying?"
"She- did- it- on-purpose"
"Who? Ginny? No she didn't you're her best friend"
"She ruined everything" She now was facing him "My dress is ruined and I'm
as ugly as ever" He sat down next to her and put his arm round her while
she rested her head on his shoulder.
'Not one second you have ever been ugly. You are the more beautifulest girl
I have ever had the pleasure of meeting" She looked at him, and they both
stared into each other's eyes. He could see his reflection in them, and he
could also see the moons reflection. Her hazelnut eyes were so pretty. He
couldn't wait any longer, this swan would be his forever, and nobody would
take her away form him.
His head moved in closer, and so did hers. It was in a matter of seconds,
before their lips touched, they were so smooth, his right hand was on her
waist and her arms were interlocked round his neck. Her body was up against
hers, and he could feel every part of it, he didn't want to part but they
did. She looked at him and smiled, he sat back down underneath the tree,
and she was lying In between his legs both of their hands holding each
other. While he was staring at the sky and smelling her hair, she was
playing with his hands, he hugged her and they stayed there for the rest of
the evening.
Let's just say the next morning wasn't one of the best. Hermione
wasn't talking to Ron, and since his romantic side was like a set of spoons
he didn't know why. Harry wasn't obviously talking to Anya, eventhough it
was his desire to do so, Anya wasn't talking to Harry and yet for some
strange reason all she wanted to do was talk to him, and yet through all
this mess Ginny was probably at her highest. She wouldn't stop smiling at
Harry when he saw Anya and walked to opposite way, and she wouldn't stop
talking when she looked at him. Something odd was going on with her, but he
just couldn't put his finger on it.
The morning came and went, and soon it turned into the afternoon.
Hermione was in her dormitory; Ron was in the common room talking to Dean
and Harry, well Harry was outside on the grass reading. Every time he had
seen Anya that day he would either look the other way or walk the other way
and she would do the same. Eventhough it was obvious to Harry she didn't
like him (which out of his stupidity was the totally wrong idea) still
wanted to talk to her. So he sat up and walked back into the castle,
through the portrait hole and sat next to Ron.
"Where's Anya?"
"Oh she's with Ginny in her dorm why are you aski-"
"She's not your girlfriend Ron I can talk to her you know" As Harry was
about to walk through the portrait hole it seemed that Ron still hadn't
understood what Harry had just said.
He walked off to the kitchens and yet again asked for some more
tomatoes, after 5 minutes he had finally returned to the Gryffindor Common
room, passed Ron without looking at his furious facial expression and to
the bottom of the stairs. He bewitched his tomatoes to fly at the door, he
splatted three successfully until the door opened and the person standing
there had shouted "Emobulous" and had frozen it in mid air.
"Now, normally when I hear things splatting at my door, I usually think
it's my sister, but on this case, it's obviously you isn't it Harry?" It
was Anya and she was standing by the banister looking down at Harry.
"Yup" He smiled at her. "I'm here to offer you an apology about yesterday,
I think what I said was taken in wrongly?" Anya gleamed at him, and as a
sigh of relief Harry was smiling again.
"I'm so sorry Harry, it's just that, well I was having a bad day, I didn't
mean to bite your head off!" they both laughed, and were happily on
speaking terms again. Harry said his good-bye and so did she, and as he was
walking off-
"Hey Harry, who are you going with to the ball?" He spun round and looked
at her in utter confusement.
"No one, but aren't you going with Ron?"
"What? No!! I said I'd think about it because I had someone else in mind, I
told him this morning I didn't want to, I wasn't even going to go to the
ball!"
"OH. ok. um. so. who are you going with know?"
"Well. no one in particular" Anya's eyes were bulging and her head was
doing a sort of nod to Harry, and by this, Harry still did not get the
hint.
"Oh. oh right. well I have to go but I'll see you round yeah?" She looked
disappointed and so was Harry. Why didn't you ask her you big fool? He
thought to himself while walking over to Ron.
Dean had left and Ron was there talking to her in an angry voice.
"Why in God's name do you want to go to the Ball with Dean?" Ron shouted.
"Because I'm dating him Ron, I have been dating him since the end of fourth
year"
"You're such an idiot!"
"Oh get a life!" Ginny sat up and walked off, so Harry took her place.
'Sorry about before, why do you keep giving your sister such a hard time
about dating Dean?"
"Because se's my sister, and she's too young"
'Ron, she's 15! Oh well."
"You looked mighty happy to be back on talking terms with Anya"
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't actually going to the ball with her?"
"Oh sorry mate, slipped my mind" Ron was gazing over at Hermione who was
sitting all alone reading a book. Harry also turned around to see what he
was looking at.
"Just ask her"
"I only asked Anya because, well I didn't know if she liked me or not, you
know how much I like her Harry"
"Yeah. I do"
"Well."
"Believe me Ron she does, now go!"
* *
* *
It was probably one of the nicest moments Harry had had through out the
year so far, of when Ron finally asked Hermione out, well besides meeting
Anya.
The ball was to start at 7pm and all the girls (even Hermione were getting
ready) besides the part that there was another two hours until it actually
started.
"Okay it's 5:30 lets go have a shower and get ready" Eventhough Ron and
Harry started to get dressed later, they arrived at the Great Hall's
entrance. Harry was wearing dark blue robes, with a white shit, which was
hanging out of some black trousers quite loosely. Ron was wearing dark red
robes, and black trousers, but a light blue shirt. They waited for 10
minutes until the girls came down. Ginny came down, and walked over to
Dean, Harry hadn't noticed she was looking at him, nor did he notice what
she was wearing. Hermione came down afterwards. She was wearing a white
dress, which had no sleeves or straps that came down to her ankles. Her
hair was straight, and put up in a tight bun, with a few curls escaping it.
Ron was absolutely speechless. As she came down the steps and walked over
to him. Ron still hadn't blinked, he was probably trying to keep the
wonderful image and he was scared if he blinked it would go away.
"Ron you do realise you are allowed to blink, I won go" She gave a light-
hearted laugh. It was 5 minutes to go, until the doors would be opened.
Anya still hadn't come down yet. It was seven and no Anya was seen in
sight. Hermione whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry Harry" and she walked in.
Harry stood there, waiting for Anya, but he knew it was obvious she wasn't
going to come. He looked over at the Great Hall, and over at the stairs. He
began to walk, but not to the Hall, but to the stairs leading to Gryffindor
tower. He began to pick up a pace, and as he was about to reach the
portrait it opened and someone stepped out.
She was wearing a blue dress, and her hair was out, and she was still
putting on an earring. Her shoes were light blue to. She looked heavenly,
everything on her body, was perfect. She was smiling.
"Sorry I'm late"
"Um.. Err.. Erm.. Ahem. Anya would you like to attend the ball with me?"
'I'd loved to!" Her smile broadened, and he gave her his hand, and she took
it, and they walked down the steps and into the wonderfully decorated Hall.
After a grand feast, an a few drinks, the tables vanished leaving
two at each end, and in the middle, a great dancing place with the Weird
sisters playing "I've lost my Warlock." Harry and Anya joined them a short
while after, after witnessing Ginny having a fight with Dean. She said she
was refusing to dance, and didn't feel like talking to anyone. As they got
up to go and dance, Ginny gave another little outburst. They walked over to
the middle, and stood by Ron and Hermione who both looked like they were in
a deep trance. Harry placed his hand gently on her waist and she put her
hand on his shoulder while holding the other hands closely to his chest. Se
looked into his eyes and gazed for a while, and so did he. This was,
another one of the best moments of his life. They started to move and she
laid her head on his chest, and he put his chin on the top of her head. Her
hair smelt lovely, it was like a bucket of roses on a person's head. They
stayed there dancing for about 10 minutes, until the 2nd song had finished
she suggested they'd go and sit back down.
Ginny was still not talking to Dean, and now her arms were crossed, and she
was looking at them enviously. Anya took Harry's hand and gently placed her
head on his shoulder and whispered "Thank-you". Harry was about to reply
when a drink came flying at her on to her dress. He turned his head to find
Ginny standing in front of them. Anya stood up and shouted at her, it
looked and smelled like fire whiskey.
"What did you do? You've just ruined the perfect night of my life Ginny!!"
"Woops" She replied in an mocking voice "Accident" Harry stood up obviously
angry with Ginny, and was about to defend Anya when she pushed Ginny and
ran out.
"Anya!" He called after her. He was about to ran after her when Hermione
held him back "Wait Harry, leave her alone for a few minutes" He was
released when she pleaded, "Please!" Harry turned to Ginny, finding Ron
shouting at her.
"I saw every bit- how could you be so insensitive"
"Ron calm down"
"Calm down? - CALM DOWN?? This idiot of a sister just ruined my best
friend's date!" Harry couldn't take it now; it seemed to him it had been
around 100 minutes. He left them arguing and ran out hoping to find Anya.
He was out on the grounds. He walked around, but not as far as Hagrid's
cabin. He was about to go in when there was someone sitting underneath the
tree by the lake. He squinted and looked at the dark figure for a while,
until his eyes became adjusted he'd realised it was Anya.
"Anya?" He looked down at her.
"Go- away" she started to cry again. He crouched down and put his finger
underneath her chin and lifted her head and looked at her.
"Why are you crying?" She moved her head to the right and didn't look at
him. "Pl-ease listen to me, you can easily clean this up, and why are you
crying?"
"She- did- it- on-purpose"
"Who? Ginny? No she didn't you're her best friend"
"She ruined everything" She now was facing him "My dress is ruined and I'm
as ugly as ever" He sat down next to her and put his arm round her while
she rested her head on his shoulder.
'Not one second you have ever been ugly. You are the more beautifulest girl
I have ever had the pleasure of meeting" She looked at him, and they both
stared into each other's eyes. He could see his reflection in them, and he
could also see the moons reflection. Her hazelnut eyes were so pretty. He
couldn't wait any longer, this swan would be his forever, and nobody would
take her away form him.
His head moved in closer, and so did hers. It was in a matter of seconds,
before their lips touched, they were so smooth, his right hand was on her
waist and her arms were interlocked round his neck. Her body was up against
hers, and he could feel every part of it, he didn't want to part but they
did. She looked at him and smiled, he sat back down underneath the tree,
and she was lying In between his legs both of their hands holding each
other. While he was staring at the sky and smelling her hair, she was
playing with his hands, he hugged her and they stayed there for the rest of
the evening.