Hey guys. I'm back! Yay!
again, I'm so sorry this took so long. My computer is crap, My life is
confusing. I promise that during school I'll try to update more frequently as long
as you guys review:-D
I'm also thinking about going back and rewriting some of The
chapters...adding more about The new teacher (tonks), Harry, Hagrid, and Voldemort. What do
you guys think? Or should I just make this story focus on relationships(aka
Ginny/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/mystery someone bwhahahaha)??
Arella Hallo - Thanks for reviewing. Sadly, yes, guys and girls use each
other all the time. I personally don't, but I know a lot of people who do. It's
disgusting.
Wizzabee - Don't worry your pretty little head, I've got more plans then you
can imagine.
Disclaimer.....If I owned this then I would not be living in Maine and going to
high school, .
The night of the ball finally arrived. A person looking on would have
thought that it was the most exciting thing to ever occur at Hogwarts. The
hustle and fuss being made was unruly. Even the teachers were excited for it,
giving out less homework and helping kids with costume problems. Even Snape
seemed to be in a jollier mood, but it was most likely just Harry's imagination.
Harry on the other hand was not looking forward to the ball. True, he did
have a date with a beautiful girl, but it was not the beautiful girl he wanted.
True, he didn't know who he wanted, but he knew it wasn't Susan.
He also found himself staring at some people more than usual. Luna
Lovegood always caught his attention nowadays. He would just watch her cross the
hall. She was so clueless, yet so ingenious at the same time. Her takes on
life and human interaction were insane, yet understandable. He was intrigued
and repelled at the same time, which was an odd sensation. He would also star
at another certain 5th year. This girl caught his attention in every way
possible, which thoroughly appalled him. Ginny Weasley was his best friends
younger sister. Still, no matter her age or relation to his best friend, she was
beautiful. He even found himself regretting not asking her to the ball during
his classes, or thinking about her laugh. He loved her laugh. A small giggle
that turned silent when she couldn't control herself. He whole body would
shake. Harry had decided to meet Susan at the entrance to the Great Hall at 8
o'clock. He would come down with Ron, Hermione, Lavender, Seamus, Pavarati,
Justin, Ginny, and Dean.
It was 4 o'clock when the girls rushed in to the common room. They were
giggling.
"Oh! Hi Harry!" Pavarati squeaked.
"Harry! I need your opinion," Lavender started.
"SHUT UP LAVENDER!" Ginny bellowed. Hermione placed her hand over
Ginny's mouth.
"So...Harry. We need a guys opinion. Should our friend, Ginny, here
wear her hair up?" with a flick of lavender's wand Ginny hair was put into a
million different bobby pins on the back of her head
"Or Down?" Pavarati said and flicked her wand. Ginny's red hair flopped
to shoulders and went into a few wavy curls. One of her eyes was covered by
her red hair. She looked thoroughly embarrassed. She flicked her own wand
and her hair was back to normal.
"You don't need to answer Harry. In fact I'll just be going now." Ginny
said and started to walk away. She was stopped by Harry's voice.
"Down...it's uh ummm sexi(gulp)er." That was a mistake. His words sent
all the girls into a furry of giggles, except Ginny. She smiled and went up
to her dorm room. The girls followed after her.
"Ginny! Sexier? Well, looks like someone has had a change of heart, eh?"
"Shut up Pav. So Mione, lets see this dress you've been raving about for
the past few days." Ginny was trying to change the subject as quickly as
possible. All the other girls sighed. Hermione smiled and went towards her
closet. She pulled out a sky blue dress that was obviously enchanted. It was the
most beauiful and vibrant sky blue that any of them had ever seen. Some
parts of the dress were lighter, while others were darker. Ginny looked out the
window to see that Hermione's dress was a perfect replica of the sky outside.
Lavender gasped.
"Brains come in handy sometimes, eh?" Hermione said while smirking.
Lavender and Pavarati, being the udder ditzes that they are, rushed towards Hermione,
giggling and shrieking about how beautiful it was and begging her to put it
on. Ginny smiled at her friend and then went towards he bathroom to take a
shower.
---
Ron and Harry were the last ones up to their room to get ready. When
they entered the room they could smell Seamus's shower. Dean was already on his
bed, putting on a pair of black pants. He had re-braided his hair and he was
whistling.
"Why so happy Dean," Ron asked. Harry knew it was a pointless question.
Ginny was his date, what was the source of his happiness.
"Just excited, you know?" Seamus appeared from the doorway. He walked
over to his bed and started to dry off. "How about you Ron? Hermione seems
like she one of those girls who says "I'm
not ready yet, right?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron was confused and his anger was already
surfacing.
"You know, 'bout...sex."
"Oh...yea she is, but I doubt I'm ready yet either," Ron said, trying to
stick up for Hermione.
"Guys were born ready," Seamus popped it. Everyone laughed.
"Yea Ron, can you really say if she was ready and willing you wouldn't go
for it."
"I'm not sure."
"That's a bunch of malarkey." Seamus popped in again. Ron's ears started
their usual migration into red.
"Wasn't Mione your first kiss?" Dean continued
"Well, yea." Ron's ears moved another shade.
"You've been in love with her for as long as I can remember."
"Well, umm not that long." They were like a firetruck now.
"And she's good looking! You have to admit, if you had the chance, you'd
take it."
"I don't only go for girls because of their looks." Ron snapped back.
"Are you saying I do?" Ron stared at Dean. Dean seamed to shrink even
thought Ron was only an inch or two taller. Seamus was backing back into the
bathroom, he didn't wan to be in the line of fire. Harry was lying on his bed
clutching his head.
"ARG," Harry cried out in anguish, "Ron...help me." Ron spun around,
when he saw Harry falling off the bed he rushed to his side. He propped Harry up
against his own body. Harry's breath started to get heavier and heavier.
His eyelids were open but his eyes were rolled back in his head. Only the
whites of his eyes were showing. His chest was moving up and down with such force
and power that Ron was moving with him.
Dean and Seamus were stopped dead in their tracks.
Harry was shivering and tears started to roll down his cheeks. He
started to whimper as the breathing ceased. Then it all stopped. The crying,
shivering, screams of pain. It all was over and Harry slumped back into Ron's
body. All the boys were silent.
"It must be fucking Christmas at Voldemort's," Harry said. He then got
up and went towards the bathroom, leaving his roommates in a state of shock
He slammed the door to the bathroom behind him and bent down over the
sink. He was going to be sick. After almost half an hour and loosing his entire
lunch Harry headed to the shower. He switched on the cold water, he was
burning up inside. He hadn't seen anything. He only heard laughter, felt the
most unimaginable pain. It had happened before, but he had forgotten. Voldemort
laid low over the summer. Not wanting to stur up to much trouble and trying
to find another plan. Harry hadn't felt this pain since June, and he had
taken it for granted. A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"You need to tell Dumbledor." said Ron's voice of reason.
"I will, let me get ready first."
"Sod the dance, you need to tell."
"Ron where do you think Dumbledor will be? At the dance. So I'll tell
him when I see him there. Its ok, remember how often this happened last year?"
"Yea...I guess, as stupid as it is, I thought it would stop forever."
"Wishful thinking, now let me get washed." Harry quickly finished his
shower and dried off, tying the towel around his waist. He walked out to the
room, Neville and Ron were both there.
"Seamus and Dean already headed downstairs." Ron said as he tied one of
his shoes. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with a Gryffindor tie and black
slacks. Neville had a gray shirt with a pair of khaki pants. Harry suddenly
realized this was supposed to be a semiformal occasion. He ran, like a mad
man, to his trunk. Ron and Neville just starred, and then laughed realizing
what happened.
"You need a shirt mate?"
"Oh shut up, ahh here we are." Harry pulled out a maroon dress shirt.
He buttoned up the black buttons, leaving the top 2 undone. He then started to
roll up his sleeves when he heard Dean's voice.
"Harry, get your arse down here! Susan's waiting." Harry quickly pulled
on a pair of pants and started with his shoes. He stood up and ruffled his
hair, trying to make it stay flat, a lost cause. He then exited the door,
zipping up his pants.
---
Hermione shivered. Of course, she was completely naked and sopping wet.
It was something else that was bothering her and she didn't know what it was.
She quickly toweled dry and pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top and
then went to the mess that was her hair. She let her mass of curls down and
quickly dried them. She looked at her reflection, remembering the last ball.
She had tried so hard to have people notice her. Her hair that night was
beautiful, sleek, and straight. Ron had certainly noticed. But now she had Ron,
and didn't need to get him to notice her. She decided to let it be and started
on her makeup. An hour later she was finally ready. All of her room mates
were still working on their massive hair projects and make up. Hermione just
sat on her bed and watched them, occasionally adding in her point of view.
"You seem quiet tonight, What's up?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing, just thinking, ya know?"
"Nope, I don't, we can talk about it later though. Want to go check if
the boys are ready."
"Yea, I'm bored up here." Ginny and Hermione both started to walk down
the stairs when they heard Dean's voice yelling to Harry. They quickly went
down the stairs at the exact same time Harry was. They all met at the same time
downstairs. Harry was amazed. He hadn't even seen Susan yet, but Ginny was
the point of his attention. Her red hair was in the few wavy curls he had
seen earlier and she had a simple white dress on. It was made out of a thing
material and went down to her calfs. It was plan and simple, but was even more
beautiful because of those facts. It had slim spaghetti straps that framed her
shoulders and her collar bone. The bottom of the dress waved while she
walked and Harry believed she could pass as an angel.
"Ginny, I was right all along, you are an earthbound angel," Dean said.
Harry turned to him. 'Smooth Dean, real smooth' Harry said to himself. Ginny
seemed to love the compliment. She smiled and took his hand. Harry now looked
at Hermione, who was also stunning this evening.
"You look great 'Mione." She gave him a little hug. "I like you hair better
like this." She smiled.
"Harry if you hadn't noticed, your date looks amazing too."
again, I'm so sorry this took so long. My computer is crap, My life is
confusing. I promise that during school I'll try to update more frequently as long
as you guys review:-D
I'm also thinking about going back and rewriting some of The
chapters...adding more about The new teacher (tonks), Harry, Hagrid, and Voldemort. What do
you guys think? Or should I just make this story focus on relationships(aka
Ginny/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/mystery someone bwhahahaha)??
Arella Hallo - Thanks for reviewing. Sadly, yes, guys and girls use each
other all the time. I personally don't, but I know a lot of people who do. It's
disgusting.
Wizzabee - Don't worry your pretty little head, I've got more plans then you
can imagine.
Disclaimer.....If I owned this then I would not be living in Maine and going to
high school, .
The night of the ball finally arrived. A person looking on would have
thought that it was the most exciting thing to ever occur at Hogwarts. The
hustle and fuss being made was unruly. Even the teachers were excited for it,
giving out less homework and helping kids with costume problems. Even Snape
seemed to be in a jollier mood, but it was most likely just Harry's imagination.
Harry on the other hand was not looking forward to the ball. True, he did
have a date with a beautiful girl, but it was not the beautiful girl he wanted.
True, he didn't know who he wanted, but he knew it wasn't Susan.
He also found himself staring at some people more than usual. Luna
Lovegood always caught his attention nowadays. He would just watch her cross the
hall. She was so clueless, yet so ingenious at the same time. Her takes on
life and human interaction were insane, yet understandable. He was intrigued
and repelled at the same time, which was an odd sensation. He would also star
at another certain 5th year. This girl caught his attention in every way
possible, which thoroughly appalled him. Ginny Weasley was his best friends
younger sister. Still, no matter her age or relation to his best friend, she was
beautiful. He even found himself regretting not asking her to the ball during
his classes, or thinking about her laugh. He loved her laugh. A small giggle
that turned silent when she couldn't control herself. He whole body would
shake. Harry had decided to meet Susan at the entrance to the Great Hall at 8
o'clock. He would come down with Ron, Hermione, Lavender, Seamus, Pavarati,
Justin, Ginny, and Dean.
It was 4 o'clock when the girls rushed in to the common room. They were
giggling.
"Oh! Hi Harry!" Pavarati squeaked.
"Harry! I need your opinion," Lavender started.
"SHUT UP LAVENDER!" Ginny bellowed. Hermione placed her hand over
Ginny's mouth.
"So...Harry. We need a guys opinion. Should our friend, Ginny, here
wear her hair up?" with a flick of lavender's wand Ginny hair was put into a
million different bobby pins on the back of her head
"Or Down?" Pavarati said and flicked her wand. Ginny's red hair flopped
to shoulders and went into a few wavy curls. One of her eyes was covered by
her red hair. She looked thoroughly embarrassed. She flicked her own wand
and her hair was back to normal.
"You don't need to answer Harry. In fact I'll just be going now." Ginny
said and started to walk away. She was stopped by Harry's voice.
"Down...it's uh ummm sexi(gulp)er." That was a mistake. His words sent
all the girls into a furry of giggles, except Ginny. She smiled and went up
to her dorm room. The girls followed after her.
"Ginny! Sexier? Well, looks like someone has had a change of heart, eh?"
"Shut up Pav. So Mione, lets see this dress you've been raving about for
the past few days." Ginny was trying to change the subject as quickly as
possible. All the other girls sighed. Hermione smiled and went towards her
closet. She pulled out a sky blue dress that was obviously enchanted. It was the
most beauiful and vibrant sky blue that any of them had ever seen. Some
parts of the dress were lighter, while others were darker. Ginny looked out the
window to see that Hermione's dress was a perfect replica of the sky outside.
Lavender gasped.
"Brains come in handy sometimes, eh?" Hermione said while smirking.
Lavender and Pavarati, being the udder ditzes that they are, rushed towards Hermione,
giggling and shrieking about how beautiful it was and begging her to put it
on. Ginny smiled at her friend and then went towards he bathroom to take a
shower.
---
Ron and Harry were the last ones up to their room to get ready. When
they entered the room they could smell Seamus's shower. Dean was already on his
bed, putting on a pair of black pants. He had re-braided his hair and he was
whistling.
"Why so happy Dean," Ron asked. Harry knew it was a pointless question.
Ginny was his date, what was the source of his happiness.
"Just excited, you know?" Seamus appeared from the doorway. He walked
over to his bed and started to dry off. "How about you Ron? Hermione seems
like she one of those girls who says "I'm
not ready yet, right?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron was confused and his anger was already
surfacing.
"You know, 'bout...sex."
"Oh...yea she is, but I doubt I'm ready yet either," Ron said, trying to
stick up for Hermione.
"Guys were born ready," Seamus popped it. Everyone laughed.
"Yea Ron, can you really say if she was ready and willing you wouldn't go
for it."
"I'm not sure."
"That's a bunch of malarkey." Seamus popped in again. Ron's ears started
their usual migration into red.
"Wasn't Mione your first kiss?" Dean continued
"Well, yea." Ron's ears moved another shade.
"You've been in love with her for as long as I can remember."
"Well, umm not that long." They were like a firetruck now.
"And she's good looking! You have to admit, if you had the chance, you'd
take it."
"I don't only go for girls because of their looks." Ron snapped back.
"Are you saying I do?" Ron stared at Dean. Dean seamed to shrink even
thought Ron was only an inch or two taller. Seamus was backing back into the
bathroom, he didn't wan to be in the line of fire. Harry was lying on his bed
clutching his head.
"ARG," Harry cried out in anguish, "Ron...help me." Ron spun around,
when he saw Harry falling off the bed he rushed to his side. He propped Harry up
against his own body. Harry's breath started to get heavier and heavier.
His eyelids were open but his eyes were rolled back in his head. Only the
whites of his eyes were showing. His chest was moving up and down with such force
and power that Ron was moving with him.
Dean and Seamus were stopped dead in their tracks.
Harry was shivering and tears started to roll down his cheeks. He
started to whimper as the breathing ceased. Then it all stopped. The crying,
shivering, screams of pain. It all was over and Harry slumped back into Ron's
body. All the boys were silent.
"It must be fucking Christmas at Voldemort's," Harry said. He then got
up and went towards the bathroom, leaving his roommates in a state of shock
He slammed the door to the bathroom behind him and bent down over the
sink. He was going to be sick. After almost half an hour and loosing his entire
lunch Harry headed to the shower. He switched on the cold water, he was
burning up inside. He hadn't seen anything. He only heard laughter, felt the
most unimaginable pain. It had happened before, but he had forgotten. Voldemort
laid low over the summer. Not wanting to stur up to much trouble and trying
to find another plan. Harry hadn't felt this pain since June, and he had
taken it for granted. A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"You need to tell Dumbledor." said Ron's voice of reason.
"I will, let me get ready first."
"Sod the dance, you need to tell."
"Ron where do you think Dumbledor will be? At the dance. So I'll tell
him when I see him there. Its ok, remember how often this happened last year?"
"Yea...I guess, as stupid as it is, I thought it would stop forever."
"Wishful thinking, now let me get washed." Harry quickly finished his
shower and dried off, tying the towel around his waist. He walked out to the
room, Neville and Ron were both there.
"Seamus and Dean already headed downstairs." Ron said as he tied one of
his shoes. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with a Gryffindor tie and black
slacks. Neville had a gray shirt with a pair of khaki pants. Harry suddenly
realized this was supposed to be a semiformal occasion. He ran, like a mad
man, to his trunk. Ron and Neville just starred, and then laughed realizing
what happened.
"You need a shirt mate?"
"Oh shut up, ahh here we are." Harry pulled out a maroon dress shirt.
He buttoned up the black buttons, leaving the top 2 undone. He then started to
roll up his sleeves when he heard Dean's voice.
"Harry, get your arse down here! Susan's waiting." Harry quickly pulled
on a pair of pants and started with his shoes. He stood up and ruffled his
hair, trying to make it stay flat, a lost cause. He then exited the door,
zipping up his pants.
---
Hermione shivered. Of course, she was completely naked and sopping wet.
It was something else that was bothering her and she didn't know what it was.
She quickly toweled dry and pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top and
then went to the mess that was her hair. She let her mass of curls down and
quickly dried them. She looked at her reflection, remembering the last ball.
She had tried so hard to have people notice her. Her hair that night was
beautiful, sleek, and straight. Ron had certainly noticed. But now she had Ron,
and didn't need to get him to notice her. She decided to let it be and started
on her makeup. An hour later she was finally ready. All of her room mates
were still working on their massive hair projects and make up. Hermione just
sat on her bed and watched them, occasionally adding in her point of view.
"You seem quiet tonight, What's up?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing, just thinking, ya know?"
"Nope, I don't, we can talk about it later though. Want to go check if
the boys are ready."
"Yea, I'm bored up here." Ginny and Hermione both started to walk down
the stairs when they heard Dean's voice yelling to Harry. They quickly went
down the stairs at the exact same time Harry was. They all met at the same time
downstairs. Harry was amazed. He hadn't even seen Susan yet, but Ginny was
the point of his attention. Her red hair was in the few wavy curls he had
seen earlier and she had a simple white dress on. It was made out of a thing
material and went down to her calfs. It was plan and simple, but was even more
beautiful because of those facts. It had slim spaghetti straps that framed her
shoulders and her collar bone. The bottom of the dress waved while she
walked and Harry believed she could pass as an angel.
"Ginny, I was right all along, you are an earthbound angel," Dean said.
Harry turned to him. 'Smooth Dean, real smooth' Harry said to himself. Ginny
seemed to love the compliment. She smiled and took his hand. Harry now looked
at Hermione, who was also stunning this evening.
"You look great 'Mione." She gave him a little hug. "I like you hair better
like this." She smiled.
"Harry if you hadn't noticed, your date looks amazing too."