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Just a quick note. I am the biggest theater geek in the world and I want to share with you a little story of my weekend. On Friday night, my parents (because I can't drive yet) and my best friend, Knate (pronounced Nate) and I went to see Jekyll and Hyde at Bowdoin College. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. For those of you theater buffs out there, if you have ever seen the show, you understand. The song confrontation was amazing, and Lucy and Emma singing "his eyes"...ahh I'm flustered just writing about it. Ok enough boring you with this crap...on with the story.
Own nothing...except for an into the woods CD that I'm listening to now.
Ginny sighed. She didn't want to go to the ball with Neville. She didn't want to go to the ball with Seamus. She didn't want to go to the ball with Michael. She didn't want to go to the ball with anyone. She wanted to sit in the common room in her P.J.'s and eat as many chocolate frogs as she could, but she knew this would never happen. So she reluctantly got out of bed and went straight the showers. It was only 5:30. She stood under the showerhead for 45 minutes thinking about which boys she could stand going with. He list was short; it consisted of 5 names, Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Justin Finch-Fletchy, Gaven Shimboot (a 5th year Ravenclaw), and Griffin Abens (a 7th year Gryfindor). She couldn't help think she had forgotten someone. She got out of the shower and started with her hair. She decided, since she was up this early, she was going to look stunning today. Another heavy factor to this decision was that she wanted to be asked to the ball by one of these five.
"Profectus Dryus Curliosus," Ginny said looking at herself in the mirror. Suddenly her hair had changed from limp and damp to dry and curly. She looked like she had a million curled ribbons on her head.
"Ohh." She said, pulling at the many little ringlets. She suddenly laughed at herself, she had started to sound like her roommates, Lavender and Pavarati.
"Curliosus Deletius." The curls vanished and her hair was back to its normal wavy texture. She smiled. She realized her hair was already fine the way it was. She figured it was pointless to do anymore work to it and that she had temporarily gone into ditz mode.
"Eyius Linius." She said and her eyes magically were lightly outlines with black. She looked back at her enhanced features and smiled. She was done with self-perfecting of her face. After another 20 minutes she was dressed in a plaid kilt and white tee shirt. Getting annoyed with Lavender's snores she walked down to the common room and, to her surprise, she saw a head or brown bushy hair sitting next to a bleach blonde head.
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"Ok Malfoy, why did you help me?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, you are, yes I do admit this, the smartest witch in our grade, surely you know why I helped you."
"Well I would say because you are a generally nice person, but that's obviously not true." He smiled.
"Hermione, I need a favor."
"That was my second guess." She smiled back, thinking about how ironic this whole conversation. She was sitting with the person she hated more then anyone else, the person whose father had almost killed Ginny in her first year, and all of her friends last year. Yet she found herself smiling and giggling.
"Ok, I need you're help to impress a girl."
"Malfoy, I have a boyfriend..." She started to say, but he interrupted her.
"Disgusting, no I need your help to get an amazing date for the ball."
"Who do you want to impress?"
"Why are you so nosey?"
"Oh shut up, ok, so what do you expect me to do?"
"Find me a date, speak me up, anything you need to do to get the biggest prat from Slytherin a date from Gryffindor."
"GRYFFINDOR? Shit, this will be harder then I thought." She smiled, she knew it would be the easiest thing she had done at school since first year. She could name 15 girls off the top of her head who were head over heels in love with the 6th year snake.
"Then it's a deal, I helped you, and you help me."
"No, I don't really need to help you, no, no don't worry I will," she said to his angry look, "but by the end of the ball I want to know who you were trying to impress."
"Yea, whatever, deal."
Just then they head a gasp. They both saw Ginny on the stairs. Hermione was worried on what Ginny might think. Ginny was of course Hermione's friend, but she was Ron's sister first. Hermione was about to say something, but to her surprise Draco saved her "life" again.
"Well then Virginia, I shall leave you're mudblood friend to you. Granger, remember that you owe me for helping you with Weasel Man."
Hermione was fuming. He wants help and he calls me a Mudblood? What the bloody hell does he thinks he's doing. Another Ironic situation, she thought to herself, He makes me what to die with what he calls me, but he saves my life and reputation.
Malfoy got up and flashed a smile at Ginny. Without another word he left the Gryffindor common room.
"What was that about?" Ginny asked with a questioning look still hinting on her pale face. Hermione then decided to explain the whole story to Ginny.
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"Seamus, you can't ask Ginny to the ball." Dean said with anger in his voice. It was 7 am in the boy's dormitory. All the curtains were opened except Harry's, who was presumably asleep. He wasn't though. He had been lying awake since 4:00, awoken by another dream of Sirius' death. This one was the most vivid of all. He watched Sirius' cousin cast the stunning spell in slow motion. He saw Sirius start to fall. He felt the ground shake. He saw the curtain pull him in.
"Seamus, she's my girlfriend, you better not ask her to the ball." Said the admonishing voice of Dean
"Dean, for one, she's not your girlfriend, and for two she can go with whoever she wants." Seamus replied as collected as ever. The complete opposite of Dean at the moment.
Harry was sick of the deadlock. He opened his curtain up.
"Sorry to sound like the voice of reason here, but come on you guys, Ginny's not a position to fight over. Dean, you didn't talk to her all summer, you guys may have something but you are not dating. Seamus, if you like her tell her. Dean, if you think she likes you then she won't say yes to my Irish friends over here, will she? Ok then, now either go back to sleep or get the hell to breakfast."
Everyone was silent, until Ron couldn't bear it anymore and started to crack up. Then Seamus and Dean joined in.
"Yup Harry, good point. I'm hungry, see you guys down there." Seamus said while laughing and walking out of the room. Dean followed.
"Well Harry, you shut them up. I think I'll hang my self if she goes with either."
"Lets get ready Ron, I think I'll hang myself if I have to stay in the dorm for another second."
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Short chapter, sorry. More to come soon! I promise
o0true0o - Yay! I really like that you really liked it!
shelleekitten - Thanks, and don't worry there will be more!
Twinkle Toes - Haha yea Ron's a sissy, but I hope the prolouge will explain some things.
Aki-Ame - There will be so much more!
samantha - Hehe he's just so damn cute!
shap - I'll write a lot more!
Just a quick note. I am the biggest theater geek in the world and I want to share with you a little story of my weekend. On Friday night, my parents (because I can't drive yet) and my best friend, Knate (pronounced Nate) and I went to see Jekyll and Hyde at Bowdoin College. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. For those of you theater buffs out there, if you have ever seen the show, you understand. The song confrontation was amazing, and Lucy and Emma singing "his eyes"...ahh I'm flustered just writing about it. Ok enough boring you with this crap...on with the story.
Own nothing...except for an into the woods CD that I'm listening to now.
Ginny sighed. She didn't want to go to the ball with Neville. She didn't want to go to the ball with Seamus. She didn't want to go to the ball with Michael. She didn't want to go to the ball with anyone. She wanted to sit in the common room in her P.J.'s and eat as many chocolate frogs as she could, but she knew this would never happen. So she reluctantly got out of bed and went straight the showers. It was only 5:30. She stood under the showerhead for 45 minutes thinking about which boys she could stand going with. He list was short; it consisted of 5 names, Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Justin Finch-Fletchy, Gaven Shimboot (a 5th year Ravenclaw), and Griffin Abens (a 7th year Gryfindor). She couldn't help think she had forgotten someone. She got out of the shower and started with her hair. She decided, since she was up this early, she was going to look stunning today. Another heavy factor to this decision was that she wanted to be asked to the ball by one of these five.
"Profectus Dryus Curliosus," Ginny said looking at herself in the mirror. Suddenly her hair had changed from limp and damp to dry and curly. She looked like she had a million curled ribbons on her head.
"Ohh." She said, pulling at the many little ringlets. She suddenly laughed at herself, she had started to sound like her roommates, Lavender and Pavarati.
"Curliosus Deletius." The curls vanished and her hair was back to its normal wavy texture. She smiled. She realized her hair was already fine the way it was. She figured it was pointless to do anymore work to it and that she had temporarily gone into ditz mode.
"Eyius Linius." She said and her eyes magically were lightly outlines with black. She looked back at her enhanced features and smiled. She was done with self-perfecting of her face. After another 20 minutes she was dressed in a plaid kilt and white tee shirt. Getting annoyed with Lavender's snores she walked down to the common room and, to her surprise, she saw a head or brown bushy hair sitting next to a bleach blonde head.
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"Ok Malfoy, why did you help me?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, you are, yes I do admit this, the smartest witch in our grade, surely you know why I helped you."
"Well I would say because you are a generally nice person, but that's obviously not true." He smiled.
"Hermione, I need a favor."
"That was my second guess." She smiled back, thinking about how ironic this whole conversation. She was sitting with the person she hated more then anyone else, the person whose father had almost killed Ginny in her first year, and all of her friends last year. Yet she found herself smiling and giggling.
"Ok, I need you're help to impress a girl."
"Malfoy, I have a boyfriend..." She started to say, but he interrupted her.
"Disgusting, no I need your help to get an amazing date for the ball."
"Who do you want to impress?"
"Why are you so nosey?"
"Oh shut up, ok, so what do you expect me to do?"
"Find me a date, speak me up, anything you need to do to get the biggest prat from Slytherin a date from Gryffindor."
"GRYFFINDOR? Shit, this will be harder then I thought." She smiled, she knew it would be the easiest thing she had done at school since first year. She could name 15 girls off the top of her head who were head over heels in love with the 6th year snake.
"Then it's a deal, I helped you, and you help me."
"No, I don't really need to help you, no, no don't worry I will," she said to his angry look, "but by the end of the ball I want to know who you were trying to impress."
"Yea, whatever, deal."
Just then they head a gasp. They both saw Ginny on the stairs. Hermione was worried on what Ginny might think. Ginny was of course Hermione's friend, but she was Ron's sister first. Hermione was about to say something, but to her surprise Draco saved her "life" again.
"Well then Virginia, I shall leave you're mudblood friend to you. Granger, remember that you owe me for helping you with Weasel Man."
Hermione was fuming. He wants help and he calls me a Mudblood? What the bloody hell does he thinks he's doing. Another Ironic situation, she thought to herself, He makes me what to die with what he calls me, but he saves my life and reputation.
Malfoy got up and flashed a smile at Ginny. Without another word he left the Gryffindor common room.
"What was that about?" Ginny asked with a questioning look still hinting on her pale face. Hermione then decided to explain the whole story to Ginny.
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"Seamus, you can't ask Ginny to the ball." Dean said with anger in his voice. It was 7 am in the boy's dormitory. All the curtains were opened except Harry's, who was presumably asleep. He wasn't though. He had been lying awake since 4:00, awoken by another dream of Sirius' death. This one was the most vivid of all. He watched Sirius' cousin cast the stunning spell in slow motion. He saw Sirius start to fall. He felt the ground shake. He saw the curtain pull him in.
"Seamus, she's my girlfriend, you better not ask her to the ball." Said the admonishing voice of Dean
"Dean, for one, she's not your girlfriend, and for two she can go with whoever she wants." Seamus replied as collected as ever. The complete opposite of Dean at the moment.
Harry was sick of the deadlock. He opened his curtain up.
"Sorry to sound like the voice of reason here, but come on you guys, Ginny's not a position to fight over. Dean, you didn't talk to her all summer, you guys may have something but you are not dating. Seamus, if you like her tell her. Dean, if you think she likes you then she won't say yes to my Irish friends over here, will she? Ok then, now either go back to sleep or get the hell to breakfast."
Everyone was silent, until Ron couldn't bear it anymore and started to crack up. Then Seamus and Dean joined in.
"Yup Harry, good point. I'm hungry, see you guys down there." Seamus said while laughing and walking out of the room. Dean followed.
"Well Harry, you shut them up. I think I'll hang my self if she goes with either."
"Lets get ready Ron, I think I'll hang myself if I have to stay in the dorm for another second."
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Short chapter, sorry. More to come soon! I promise