Ok, here's the chappie!!!
Disclaimer: The plot and the characters that you don't recognize belong to me. The rest belongs to the talented Ms J.K Rowling.
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Dumbledore stood up from his seat.
"I would like to make an announcement. This will probably lighten up your day," he said. "This Halloween, Hogwarts will be holding our first Halloween Masquerade Ball!"
The whole of the Great Hall was filled with "yays!" and happy students at the sound of Dumbledore's announcement.
"And you will go to the Ball in pairs, or should I say dates?" He chuckled.
For a brief moment, Hermione's and Draco's eyes locked.
"The costume theme will be 'Muggle Fairy Tale Couples'. This will be similar to an assignment, you have to read up about muggle fairy tales and choose one couple for you and your date to dress up like. The date of your trip to Hogsmeade for your costumes will be set soon,"
There were murmers of excitement. Guys winked at their girls and they flipped their hair proudly while the shyer ones blushed at each other. But all were excited.
Hermione walked to her next class swiftly. She was delayed by a number of guys asking her to be their dates and she was tired of declining each one of them. Then, she felt a hand tap softly on her shoulder. She sighed and turned reluctantly. She looked up and recognized that redhead.
"Ron! What are you doing here? You should be in class!"
"I know. But I want to ask you something. I have been itching to ask you for a week now, ever since the announcement," He breathed in shakily and got down to one knee. "Would you be my date for the Ball?"
Hermione covered her mouth. She didn't want to hurt Ron, especially when he's so sincere. But she had to.
"Oh my god, Ron! You're the sweetest thing! But I'm sorry. I can't. I'm going with Dra… Malfoy. I'm so sorry,"
Ron stood back up.
"What??? So you rather go with that Malfoy git that me??? Is that what you're trying to say???"
"No, Ron. You've got it all wrong!"
"Then tell me where have I gone wrong???"
"I am going with Dra…Malfoy because…"
"You know what? I don't think I want to hear it!!!" Ron interrupted, not even bothering to listen to what Hermione was going to say.
He turned and walked away, ignoring Hermione's calls.
"Ron!!!"
Hermione got into a pair of pants and a red shirt, and headed to the Gryffindor portrait. She entered it and saw a lot of familiar faces smiling at her.
"Hey there's the Head Girl!" someone shouted.
"Hermione smiled gratefully at her fellow Gryffindors. She looked around the common room and saw Harry and Ron, sitting in front of the fireplace, doing their homework.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey 'Mione!" replied Harry cheerfully.
But Ron stood up and went straight up the Boy's tower. And distantly, the sound of a door slamming could be heard.
"I just wanted to talk,"
"About what?"
"Just now, he asked me to go to the Ball with him, but I couldn't,"
"And why is that so?"
Just when Hermione was going to reply, Harry continued.
"You're going with Draco, aren't you?"
"How do you know? And I am really sorry Harry I'm going with…"
"Hey, don't sweat it. It's okay with me,"
"What???"
"He changed already. I noticed it. He's nice,"
"Yeah, I know. I noticed it too,"
"Don't worry, 'Mione. I'll talk to Ron for you,"
"Thanks Harry. I owe you one,"
"No need,"
Harry was walking strolling around the lake, when he saw Carrie throwing little stones into the water. Wind was blowing into her long blond hair and her face was rosy red. She was beautiful
He approached her back slowly and skillfully, without making a single noise. He leaned into her ear.
"Hey, Gorgeous…" he whispered softly.
Carrie turned and found herself face to face with Harry.
"Hey yourself, cutie," she said, with her typical I-am-going-to-seduce-you voice.
He caressed her soft cheeks.
"I was thinking, want to go to the Ball with me?"
"Sure,"
Harry's hand slipped down to her waist, then he started rubbing her back. He kissed her neck, slowly moving up until it reached her mouth. He kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
"I want you,"
They went behind a tree and Carrie slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt. He unzipped her ultra short skirt, and soon, they were all over each other.
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Oh no! It's going to turn into a Harry/Carrie fic! lol… Okay, please review people!