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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Not such a long wait! I found out that most of you thought that this chapter's name referred to Ron. Well it didn't. It's talking about someone else. Geez. I have a lot of pairings. How 'bout just one more.
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Table dancing
Ginny gaped at the sight before her. Her brother, Ron Weasley, was studying! Ron! Studying! Those two words were never in the same sentence. Ginny shook her head. The world is coming to an end! She made her way over to him and plopped down beside him.
"Hey Ron," she said in a cheerful tone.
Ron shut the book and smiled. "Hey Gin," he replied and pushed the heavy book away from himself.
Ginny took the chance to read the title. 'Wizards' Chess: Strategies That Will Blow Your Opponent's Mind, Literally!' Ginny rolled her eyes. She should have known that Ron wouldn't get caught, dead, studying.
"Are you ready for the big game on Saturday," she asked.
Ron was still the keeper. Against popular belief, Ron had perfected his skills since his fifth year and was a great keeper. It was seldom that anyone was able to score with Ron as the keeper.
"Harry told me that Zabini is the newest chaser. Remember when it used to be all guys. They were all huge. Zabini is the thinnest, most girlish girl in Slytherin," he explained.
Ginny smiled. "Ron, when did you start gelling your hair?" she asked. His hair was shorter and was ruffled, some of his hair falling into his crystal blue eyes.
Ron started to blush. "Don't change the subject Gin," he said.
Ginny persisted with her questions. "When did you start caring about your appearance?" she asked.
Ron went scarlet. "Just because I want to end my schoolboy look doesn't mean you have to question my motives," he replied weakly.
Ginny laughed. "You didn't start taking care of your appearance until you took notice of Blaise! Ronniekins has a crush!" she sang her last statement and jumped onto the table. She began to dance as she sang the one-line song.
Ron blushed furiously as Ginny was attracting a lot of attention. Mostly from the male populous.
"Now really, Weasley, table dancing is going a bit too far. If you needed money so badly you could have just been Potter's sex slave," came a feminine drawl.
Ginny turned to see a highly amused Blaise, smirking at her.
"What has Garry got to do with anything?" Ginny asked coolly.
Blaise laughed in an aristocratic manner. "Why, just moments ago, I saw the two of you emerge from a deserted classroom, and everyone knows what happens in the broom closets and unused classrooms," she said.
Blaise's gaze then traveled to Ron. "Well, at least one of the Weasleys clean up nicely," she said. It was a comment within an insult.
Ron's face was blood red by now.
Blaise sighed airily. "Good luck on Saturday's game. You'll be needing it with me on the Slytherin team. I assure you that your record will be broken once I score a few goals," she said and walked away.
Ginny smiled. Sure enough, Ron was watching Blaise's swaying hindquarters. Ginny jumped down from the table and pinched Ron's cheek.
"Who knows Ron. Slytherin may have a chance," she teased and walked away.
Blaise would be distracting on the quidditch field. Blaise had an advantage. Maybe she, Ginny, would have to play the same game to keep the game even.
Ginny pulled out the maurdurers map. She had stolen it from Harry yesterday and still had it in her robes. Sure enough, Hermione and Draco were practically on top of each other. She tapped the two dots with her wand and they became more defined. All they were doing was snogging. Okay, now THAT was something she never wanted to see again. Though, she wouldn't mind if Harry did that to her.
Ginny shook her head, clearing her mind of those thoughts.
"Mischief managed," she whispered and tapped the map. The lined disappeared leaving the parchment blank. She made to put it away but paused.
She ran to her dorm to try out her plan.
She tapped the map. "I, Virginia Anne Weasley, daughter of Arthur Weasley and Molly Cunningham, mistress of mayhem and mischief, ask for advice from the great Mr. Prongs," she announced.
Mr. Prongs would like to know what he can do to help the daughter of one of his fellow Gryffindors.
Ginny smiled. "This concerns your son," she explained.
Mr. Prongs is intrigued and would like to help Miss Virginia.
"I have a crush on your son, an I think he fancies me also. What should I do?" she asked.
Mr. Moony would like to intrude. If Mr. Prongs' son is anything like his father, then all you have to do is let him make the moves.
Ginny laughed. "Thank you. Goodbye," she said and tapped the map so that the writing disappeared. She rolled up the parchment and put it away.
Ginny sighed happily. "Love is in the air," she told her mirror.
"More like lust," the mirror drawled.
~*~
Hermione blinked. "A Valentine's Day ball?" she asked.
"A costume ball," Draco seemed to confirm it.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled from behind his spectacles. "I thought it might help the inter-house relationships. I hoped that others would follow in your footsteps," Dumbledore said.
"So we can dress up as anything?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore chuckled. "As long as the feminine costumes aren't too revealing," he said and folded his hands on top of his desk.
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched upwards. "The ball will start at eight and end at midnight. The years will be fourth years and up. The younger years will be having small parties until eleven," Draco said in a finalizing tone.
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. The two got up to leave so that they could plan the ball. They left with large smiles.
Hermione had a million ideas go through her head. She wanted to pick a costume that was original yet unique. Angel. too common. A witch?. yeah right. A vampress. too gothic. .
Hermione lit up as the perfect costume formed in her mind. There was no way in hell that anyone would have the same costume!
Draco smiled. After going through about a dozen costumes in his mind's eye, he finally chose one. This costume was the supposed heartthrob to both muggle girls and witches alike. It was kind of odd that Draco knew about this character since he had always been against those things. Nonetheless, it was probably the most unique costume. (Can you guess?)
Both of them had barely three weeks (tell me if I messed up on my time. I'm too lazy to look back. I'll say it's late January now.) to plan the ball and put together their costumes. Thank God they had all those prefects to help them!
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I hope you liked it! Oh yes. For the ball chapter, the next one, whoever is the 150 reviewer will get their name added into the actually plot in the next chapter. It will be cool. I now have 150 reviews on Moonlit Sapphire!
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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Not such a long wait! I found out that most of you thought that this chapter's name referred to Ron. Well it didn't. It's talking about someone else. Geez. I have a lot of pairings. How 'bout just one more.
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Table dancing
Ginny gaped at the sight before her. Her brother, Ron Weasley, was studying! Ron! Studying! Those two words were never in the same sentence. Ginny shook her head. The world is coming to an end! She made her way over to him and plopped down beside him.
"Hey Ron," she said in a cheerful tone.
Ron shut the book and smiled. "Hey Gin," he replied and pushed the heavy book away from himself.
Ginny took the chance to read the title. 'Wizards' Chess: Strategies That Will Blow Your Opponent's Mind, Literally!' Ginny rolled her eyes. She should have known that Ron wouldn't get caught, dead, studying.
"Are you ready for the big game on Saturday," she asked.
Ron was still the keeper. Against popular belief, Ron had perfected his skills since his fifth year and was a great keeper. It was seldom that anyone was able to score with Ron as the keeper.
"Harry told me that Zabini is the newest chaser. Remember when it used to be all guys. They were all huge. Zabini is the thinnest, most girlish girl in Slytherin," he explained.
Ginny smiled. "Ron, when did you start gelling your hair?" she asked. His hair was shorter and was ruffled, some of his hair falling into his crystal blue eyes.
Ron started to blush. "Don't change the subject Gin," he said.
Ginny persisted with her questions. "When did you start caring about your appearance?" she asked.
Ron went scarlet. "Just because I want to end my schoolboy look doesn't mean you have to question my motives," he replied weakly.
Ginny laughed. "You didn't start taking care of your appearance until you took notice of Blaise! Ronniekins has a crush!" she sang her last statement and jumped onto the table. She began to dance as she sang the one-line song.
Ron blushed furiously as Ginny was attracting a lot of attention. Mostly from the male populous.
"Now really, Weasley, table dancing is going a bit too far. If you needed money so badly you could have just been Potter's sex slave," came a feminine drawl.
Ginny turned to see a highly amused Blaise, smirking at her.
"What has Garry got to do with anything?" Ginny asked coolly.
Blaise laughed in an aristocratic manner. "Why, just moments ago, I saw the two of you emerge from a deserted classroom, and everyone knows what happens in the broom closets and unused classrooms," she said.
Blaise's gaze then traveled to Ron. "Well, at least one of the Weasleys clean up nicely," she said. It was a comment within an insult.
Ron's face was blood red by now.
Blaise sighed airily. "Good luck on Saturday's game. You'll be needing it with me on the Slytherin team. I assure you that your record will be broken once I score a few goals," she said and walked away.
Ginny smiled. Sure enough, Ron was watching Blaise's swaying hindquarters. Ginny jumped down from the table and pinched Ron's cheek.
"Who knows Ron. Slytherin may have a chance," she teased and walked away.
Blaise would be distracting on the quidditch field. Blaise had an advantage. Maybe she, Ginny, would have to play the same game to keep the game even.
Ginny pulled out the maurdurers map. She had stolen it from Harry yesterday and still had it in her robes. Sure enough, Hermione and Draco were practically on top of each other. She tapped the two dots with her wand and they became more defined. All they were doing was snogging. Okay, now THAT was something she never wanted to see again. Though, she wouldn't mind if Harry did that to her.
Ginny shook her head, clearing her mind of those thoughts.
"Mischief managed," she whispered and tapped the map. The lined disappeared leaving the parchment blank. She made to put it away but paused.
She ran to her dorm to try out her plan.
She tapped the map. "I, Virginia Anne Weasley, daughter of Arthur Weasley and Molly Cunningham, mistress of mayhem and mischief, ask for advice from the great Mr. Prongs," she announced.
Mr. Prongs would like to know what he can do to help the daughter of one of his fellow Gryffindors.
Ginny smiled. "This concerns your son," she explained.
Mr. Prongs is intrigued and would like to help Miss Virginia.
"I have a crush on your son, an I think he fancies me also. What should I do?" she asked.
Mr. Moony would like to intrude. If Mr. Prongs' son is anything like his father, then all you have to do is let him make the moves.
Ginny laughed. "Thank you. Goodbye," she said and tapped the map so that the writing disappeared. She rolled up the parchment and put it away.
Ginny sighed happily. "Love is in the air," she told her mirror.
"More like lust," the mirror drawled.
~*~
Hermione blinked. "A Valentine's Day ball?" she asked.
"A costume ball," Draco seemed to confirm it.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled from behind his spectacles. "I thought it might help the inter-house relationships. I hoped that others would follow in your footsteps," Dumbledore said.
"So we can dress up as anything?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore chuckled. "As long as the feminine costumes aren't too revealing," he said and folded his hands on top of his desk.
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched upwards. "The ball will start at eight and end at midnight. The years will be fourth years and up. The younger years will be having small parties until eleven," Draco said in a finalizing tone.
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. The two got up to leave so that they could plan the ball. They left with large smiles.
Hermione had a million ideas go through her head. She wanted to pick a costume that was original yet unique. Angel. too common. A witch?. yeah right. A vampress. too gothic. .
Hermione lit up as the perfect costume formed in her mind. There was no way in hell that anyone would have the same costume!
Draco smiled. After going through about a dozen costumes in his mind's eye, he finally chose one. This costume was the supposed heartthrob to both muggle girls and witches alike. It was kind of odd that Draco knew about this character since he had always been against those things. Nonetheless, it was probably the most unique costume. (Can you guess?)
Both of them had barely three weeks (tell me if I messed up on my time. I'm too lazy to look back. I'll say it's late January now.) to plan the ball and put together their costumes. Thank God they had all those prefects to help them!
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I hope you liked it! Oh yes. For the ball chapter, the next one, whoever is the 150 reviewer will get their name added into the actually plot in the next chapter. It will be cool. I now have 150 reviews on Moonlit Sapphire!
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