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Now, with the story...
Chapter Two
"Ron, I have something to ask you." Lavender said, as she sat on the couch
"What is it?" the boy asked, looking up from his Quidddicth book
Lavender cleared her throat: the Ball was in two weeks and half and she still didn't had the courage to talk to Ron, and, as far as she knew, neither Hermione or Ginny:
"Well...I just wanted to ask if...if you wanted to be my partner in t...I mean..." it was then Lavender noticed the look in Ron's face; he seemed like like he was enchanted or something "Someting wrong?"
"Hum?" Ron couldn't answer, mostly because his eyes didn't left Lavender's figure: her long silky blond hair looked as gold with the light from the fireplace; her eyes we're looking troubled but they looked so beautiful and her figure was totally perfect to his eyes. She wasn't wearing school's robes,
instead she was wearing a white chemise and black trousers, that make her look more perfect " What did you say?" Ron asked after hearing Lavender's voice, but failing to catch what she had said:
"You know that me, Hermione and Ginny are going to the contest, right?" Ron nodded "Well, we need partners...boys, to dance with us. And I wanted to ask if you wanted to be my partner."
"What?!" Ron asked, snapping from of his trance "Are you asking me to dance with you? In front of the whole school? Are you crazy?"
"It's just a dance, Ron." Lavender said, a little hurt for the way he had acted "The girls and I need boys to dance, but if you don't want just say it, all right? There's no need to panick."
"I'm not panicking." Ron replied, getting up "I'm just saying no; I'm not going to dance with you. You know I hate dance; principally in front of the whole school."
"Ok, you made you're point; don't need to get hysteric." Lavender said, standing up "I'm sorry for interrumping your reading." and, with that, she run towards the dormitories.
After noticing his alone, Ron sat on the sofa and opened the book:
"Shit!" Ron closed the book again "I really messed things up, this time. But I was being honest; I really don't want to dance in front of everyone and, knowing those girls, they will dance something smooth and disgusting. I really can't dance that. Imagine me dancing...what? Tango? Really."
~*~
"What do you want, Weasley?"
"Can you stop calling me by that? We're all alone."
"Yeah, yeah...but what do you want?"
"If you're going to act like a five year old boy, I'm going back to my commom room and I swear I'm not going to talk to you. until the end of the year."
"Being rude isn't going to help; ya know?"
"Maybe."
"Ok, ok, tell me what do you want, and let's get over with it."
"I just want to ask you to be my partner for the dance contest; I really need a boy and you're the only one I can think of."
The boy gave a huge laugh:
"Don't play games with me, Virginia, just tell me what you really want."
"That's what I want, and don't call me Virginia, that makes me remind my mother when she's angry."
"You have to be kidding me." the boy started "What makes you think, I'm go to the Ball with you? How do you think people will react?"
"What are you saying? Are you afraid of what other people think?"
"No, I never cared about that and I'm not going to start doing it now. I just think you're losing it. What will your brother think, if he saw us together?"
"Do you really think I care about what the others think? I want to go with you. Are you scared about the way Ron can react? I never thought."
"I'm not scare about the way Weasley can react; he can enter in eruption, live a vulcano, that I wouldn't care." the boy started "But, honeslty, do you really think I'm going to dance with you? I have my wild dreams for that.""
"Hey!" the girl exclaimed, hitting the boy's arm "Watch your mouth, and don't change the subject. I'm serious."
"Look, I'm sorry Ginny. I really want to go to the Ball with you, but not to dance. And this Ball isn't exactly what I thought for us to show together."
"So, you don't want to go with me because you're ashame of me?" Ginny asked
"Of couse not; I would love to go with you, but I can't. Not right now and, as you should have noticed, I'm not the kind of guy that likes to dance in front of everyone. So, sorry, but I'm going to refuse your invitation."
"I should have known." the girl replied, showing how hurt she was because of his words "I understand the part of not wanting to dance, but the part of not wanting to go to the Ball with me? No, I can't understand. And I'm sorry for even thought about asking you to do it. Good night, Draco Malfoy." with that, Ginny Weasley stormed out of the old classroom.
~*~
She knew he was in his room and she really needed to go and ask him but, how on Earth do you ask your best friend to dance a dirrty song? You just can't go to him and say: 'hey, do you wanna dance a dirrty song with me? The dance isn't that dirrty, but we need guys to do it. Do you wanna came?' Yeah, right; let me dream. However, when Hermione is preparing herself to go to Harry, Lavender entered in her room, with a sad look and with her her eyes tearing:
"Lavender, what's wrong?" the brunette asked
"Me." the girl replied
"You or Ron?" Hermione asked " What did he do this time?"
"Nothing; he just said he didn't wanted to go to the dance with me." the blond hair girl answered, sitting on a chair "He just said he didn't wanted to dance in front of everyone."
"Why?" Hermione asked, sitting on the bed "I mean, I always thought he would say yes."
"Me too, but we were wrong...deadly wrong." Lavender said, and a tear rolled from her eye "I don't know what I did wrong I...I saw him reading in the commom room, and I thought it was a good time to ask him. In the beginning he was listening, but then he almost started to yell at me. What am I going to do? I don't have a partner."
However, when Hermione was about to answer, Ginny came in:
"Let me guess," the brown hair girl started "the boy you wanted to go with you, said no."
"How do you do that?" Ginny asked, looking shocked
"Lavender has the same problem and, if I'm not wrong, I'll be in the same ship soon."
"Who are you going to ask?" Ginny asked and Hermione blushed:
"Harry." she whispered
"Oh, I bet he will go with you." Ginny said "When are you going to ask him?"
"Well..." Hermione started "I was about to ask him, when Lavender came in and then you."
"Oh, sorry!" the two girls exclaimed at the same time, but Hermione waved her hand:
"Don't be. Bu, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask him now, before I lose my nerve. Wait here?"
"Sure." Lavender said "We'll be here, thinking about which boys we're going to ask. "
Hermione gave them a small smile, before getting up and exiting her room.
~*~
knock knock
"Harry, it's Hermione, can I came in?
"Yeah, sure." Harry's voice replied and Hermione opened the door.
Everything was dark, except for the light that was coming in from the window. Blinking her eyes a few times, Hermione started to ajust her vision to the darkness and, after some seconds, she could see Harry sat on his bed, looking at something similar to a book:
"Harry?" she whispered
"In the bed." the boy answered, and Hermione came closer
"Are you alright? You seem quiet. "
"Yeah, everything is fine. " he answered, while Hermione sat on his bed. Looking closer, Hermione could see that the 'book' was a picture-album, and she immediately thought about Harry's parents:
"That's your parents album, isn't it?" she asked quietly and Harry nodded "Can I look?" Hermione felt something strange in her stomach, when she noticed the sadness in the boy's eyes "What's wrong, Harry?" she asked, worried "You know you can tell me everything."
"It's nothing, really." Harry replied, pulling Hermione closer to him so she could see the pictures "But, what do you want?"
"Hum..." Hermione blushed a bit "I just wanted to ask if you...hum...if you don't mind to be my partner for the dance. "
Harry raised his eyebrow, but didn't answer; instead, he looked at the album:
"Do you see this picture?" he pointed to one picture of James and Lily Potter: both of them wearing beautiful robes and had huges smiles "According to Sirius, this is one of the last pictures of my parente, before they became more then friends. He said it was almost disgusting to see them trying to hide their feelings from each other, when everyone knew they were in love."
Hermione made a small smile:
"And, when did they change their minds?"
Harry turned the page and shows a picture were Lily was wearing a red dark dress, and James was wearing a black robe:
"In the Christmas Ball, of their 7th year. Dumbledore did a similar Ball to the one we're having in a month."
"Oh." Hermione looked at Harry, but her smile desappears when she saw the sadness in his eyes "Harry, it isn't good to live in the past. Trust me; I know what I'm saying." Harry looked at her "Look, I know this isn't the best time to ask you this, but I really want you to be my dance partner."
"I'm sorry Hermione, but I can't."
"Why?" Hermione asked, looking a bit hurt
"Many reasons." Harry replied, closing his album "I'm sorry if this wasn't the answer you wanted to heard, but I really can't go with you. But I know you'll have fun."
Hermione looked at him for a little longer, before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of his room.
~*~
"So, did he said yes?" Lavender asked
Hermione shook her head:
"He said no, but there's something else." she started, sitting on her bed "He was looking at his parents' picture-album and he looked so sad. I wanted to be with him, but something told me that was better to live him alone. And that's what I did."
"What do you mean, he was looking sad?" Ginny asked, raising her eyebrow
"Well, Harry told me how his parentes became a couple...it was on their last Christmas at Hogwarts...on their last Christmas Ball, to be more precise."
"Are you saing Harry's in love?" Lavender asked, trying hard not to smile "I mean, do you think he's in love, and he's thinking about telling to the girl of his dreams what he feels for her, on the Ball?"
"Lavender!" Ginny exclaimed, but it was to late; Hermione already had a sad look in her eyes:
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." Lavender started clumbsy "I really have a big mouth."
"No, you're right." Hermione answered, doing a smile "Harry deserves happiness and, when I see him happy, I'm going to be happy to. That's the most important thing; even if it's not with me." however, after noticing the climate, she added "Oh, by the way, I already thought about the buys we can ask."
That catch Lavender and Ginny's attention.
To Be Continue...
Author's note: I know Harry's acting very weird but...you'll see why soon. I just hope you're not saying "this fic is discusting, I don't even know why I'm reading this". Anyway, please review, and tell me what do you think. Thank you! ^_^