A Forbidden Love
by A. Smithee
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner have Harry on a dog leash, okay? They own him. Same goes for Cloud 9 and characters from "The Tribe," respectively.
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, have it your way. Just don't be a bum in the "reviews" section.
Chapter Twelve
"I can't take this anymore. I have to find her," Ron said as he left the pudding-filled room.
"Well, bye, Ron," Harry said indignantly. He was still covered in pudding.
Ron ran through the crowd, searching for his angel. He scanned the dance floor and almost had a heart attack. In the middle, Fred, George, Katie, Angelina, and Alicia were freak-dancing. The girls were all wearing gold bodysuits, but Fred and George were dressed as they always were.
"Fred! George! What are you dressed as?" Ron heard Lee Jordan call from the fountain.
"Fred," George replied, giggling.
"George," Fred said as they collapsed in a heap, laughing at their own cleverness.
"Morons," Ron muttered.
"Miss Granger, I need to speak with you," Dumbledore said politely as he pried Jack and Hermione apart. "Since the Ball is drawing to a close, I suggest we gather the potential fathers. I have narrowed the potential fathers down to Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Draco, Neville, and Oliver. I will magically move them to my office, but whoever they're touching will appear too. We could have a problem there."
"I'm sure it will be fine. Can Jack come too?" Hermione asked.
"Of course. He might come in handy." Dumbledore winked in an immensely disturbing manner. With a pop, the three were transported to his office.
"Let's call Harry up first," Dumbledore said. He waved his hand and pudding-covered Harry, Wood, Pansy, and Cho appeared. Jack looked confused.
"Miss Parkinson, Miss Chang, you may return to the Ball. Let's call up the Weasleys now," Dumbledore said, ignoring the fact that Harry and Wood were only wearing thongs. A sullen-looking Ron and two very drunk twins appeared.
"George, where are we?" one of them asked in awe.
"I'm Fred. You're George," the other answered.
"Really –?" George began.
"So, we're only missing Draco and Neville." Dumbledore waved his hand again.
"Oh, my!" Hermione shrieked.
Punch-stained Draco and Ginny were making out on the floor, but that wasn't what scared Hermione. Neville and an ugly guy with black hair were also making out. Jack screamed and fainted.
"Miss Weasley, I think you should leave now. Take this strange man with you, too," Dumbledore said quietly.
Ginny got up and dragged the strange man away. Hermione knelt down and tried to revive Jack. He sat up quickly and started babbling incoherently.
"He's gay! I can't believe it! All those times he called me 'computer geek' he was probably hitting –" He stopped when Dumbledore slapped him.
"Good, everyone is here and sane –" Dumbledore began.
They heard a loud "pop!" An unfamiliar boy with blond hair and glasses suddenly appeared. He was wearing an ugly flowered apron.
"Where am I?! Who are you?! Argh, the cake is probably ruined. Salene's gonna kill me …" he muttered as he stormed out the door.
"Well, anyway, the father is –" Dumbledore started again.
"Wait!" Jack shouted. He turned to face Hermione. "Before you find out who your future husband is, I want to give you something. It's my, you know, m-my, my lucky whistle."
He handed her a shiny whistle. Hermione smiled sadly.
"And the father is … Jack."
Bet you didn't see that one coming! More to come!* Hehe.
*The cheapest joke posted in the "reviews" section for this chapter will be featured in the next chapter's footnotes!