A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner.  Unfortunately.  Oh, and characters of "The Tribe," who make cameos, belong to Cloud 9 Productions.

            Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy.  This is also a PWP with slash.  If you don't like slash … go.  Just go.

Chapter Eleven

            "Yee-haw!" Harry screamed as he galloped through the pudding wearing only a cowboy hat and a thong.  "C'mon, Ron, get into it!" he shouted.  Ron looked hopelessly depressed.

            "I'm really not in the mood," he said sadly.  Images of a beautiful Slytherin kept running through his head.  He replayed their conversation over and over.

            Ron was suddenly awakened from his thoughts by a large gob of pudding.

            "FOOD FIGHT!" Wood screamed. 

Out of the one eye he could see out of, Ron saw Harry, Cho, and Pansy making out on the floor.  Apparently Pansy had gotten over Draco in a hurry.

            Wow, Ron thought, I must really be in love.  Seeing Harry with other people doesn't even bother me.

            "Now Ginny-poo, you wouldn't take advantage of poor drunken me, would you?" Draco asked coyly.

            "Actually, I would," Ginny said.  She shoved him and they both fell in the punch fountain.

            Nobody loves me, Hermione thought sadly.  She was crying in a secluded corner of the Hall.

            "Mind if I sit here?" asked an unfamiliar voice.  She looked up and saw a cute guy with orange hair.

            "Go ahead," she said shyly.  He looked down and looked slightly uncomfortable.

            "Uh, I'm Jack," he said nervously.  He wasn't wearing a costume, but he had weird face paint on.

            "I'm Hermione.  I don't recognize you, which house are you in?"

            "That's a really pretty name.  Umm … I don't actually go here," Jack said, looking at his feet. "I came to the Ball with my friend.  He's right over there."  Jack pointed to an ugly guy with long black hair.  He was currently dancing with Neville.

            They both grimaced at the sight.

            "So Hermione, do you want to dance?" Jack asked hopefully.  She looked down at her stomach and frowned.  It would be impossible to dance properly.     

            "I don't think that would be possible," Hermione said sadly.

            "Of course, a pretty girl like you must have a boyfriend.  I shouldn't have ask–"

            "I don't have a boyfriend, it's just that … I'm pregnant, if you didn't notice.  It would be really hard to dance."

            "I think we can manage," Jack said kindly.  He took her hand and they danced.

            I am a stupid, stupid fool, Severus Snape thought angrily. I had love and I threw it away.  I am a moron.

            "Please tell me what's wrong, Sev," Goyle said honestly.

            "It's nothing, Dra–Greg," Snape said nervously.

            Goyle frowned.  Something was up.

            [insert cheap joke promising more to come here]