Ok, haven't found time to type up my next installment.........been kinda hyped
with the ROTK trailer that came out............yes I am one of those annoying LOTR
freaks. Anyways, sorry for the wait, school's a pain in the fanny. LOL ok,
here you go---
** I don't really remember if JK describes Lavender's appearance, so I'm sort of making it up for now. If you know, could you tell me? Thanks!
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Dawn stretched its long, pink fingers across the pale sky the morning of Valentine's Day. Harry got up and took a brief shower. After getting dressed, he made his way slowly to the Great Hall. It was vibrantly decorated with colors of pink and red. Valentine candy was sprinkled on the tabletops and everywhere you looked, there was a big, red heart plastered somewhere.
Harry spotted Ron and sat next to him. He was eating heart-shaped pancakes and the maple syrup had a reddish tint to it.
"I wonder if anyone else remembered it was Valentine's Day?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Ya think?" Ron said as he grabbed for a napkin with a love poem engraved in gold on it. "Nervous about tonight?"
"Not really," Harry lied and saw Hermione coming through the door. She was slouched over with her books in her arms and it looked like she didn't even brush her hair yet. But Harry didn't care about what she looked like and his heart leapt. "I can tell you are, though," Harry commented and Ron quickly glanced to Lavender sitting on the end of the table.
Ron blushed and trying desperately to change the subject, looked up and saw a handful of owls fly in, "Hey, look, Errol!" He said and sure enough the Weasley's owl swooped through the window and almost fell straight down to the floor when he made it inside the hall. Ron ran over to him and caught him like a furry football in his hands. He had two long, narrow packages attached to his feet. It was a miracle he flew this far.
Ron brought him to the table and untied the boxes from his feet. Errol rested limply on the table and Ron fed him with water and bits of waffle.
Everyone was obviously watching and Ginny leapt up to Ron's side at the table. "What did Mum and Dad bring?" Ginny asked.
"I dunno, but one's for you," Ron shrugged and handed one of the poorly packaged boxes to Ginny. Ginny propped the long box up against her leg and she tore the envelope off the card. She flashed her eyes over the note and gave a little shriek. And as she ran to the Gryffindor room with the box in her arm, she grabbed Hermione's shoulder and dragged her off as well.
"Well, whatever's in here should be interesting," Ron said as he watched them leave.
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Ginny ran, with Hermione being pulled behind her up the stairs. Ginny ripped through the halls and finally into the Common Room.
"G—G---Ginny, what---?" Hermione panted as she keeled over, trying to breathe, "It's for you, so there's nothing to do with me."
"But there is! Look" Ginny squealed and she tore the box apart. When the box was torn open, Ginny pulled out what had to be one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.
"Ginny! What---Where did you get this?!" Hermione gasped and she ran her hands over the cool fabric. It was a gorgeous dress. It swayed softly like waves of water and light reflected hundreds of shades of purple. Occasionally it shimmered and flickered like stars and there were elegant straps for sleeves.
"It was my mum's. She showed it to me once and said I could wear it one day," Ginny said and she draped it over her chest.
"You'll look beautiful, Ginny," Hermione smiled.
"So will you," Ginny said and she pulled out a second dress out of the box. "Mum sent her other dress just for you."
"Ginny, I----I couldn't!" Hermione shook her head as Ginny handed her the dress. It was like Ginny's dress, the texture and feel, but different. It sparkled ribbons of smoky silver and in some lights it looked either a dark black or even a pearl shade. The dress came down longer than Ginny's and the silky sleeves went just past the shoulders.
"Don't be dumb. I can only wear one dress and my mum sent the other just in case you wanted to wear it," Ginny explained.
Hermione picked up the dress and finally gave in, "Oh, thank you so much, Ginny!" I can't wait to wear it." She thanked and set it gently back down. "By the way, who are you going with?"
"Rich Waters. (Hermione gave a little laugh) Hufflepuff Beater. He's cute, just a little too much of a selfish showoff. But I needed a date," Ginny shrugged, Hermione saw Ginny was unhappy about it but she knew Ginny would make the best of the night. Hermione smiled, "I can't wait for tonight."
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"Hey Harry, have you seen my other shoe?" Ron asked and bent over to look under the bed.
"Nope," Harry said absentmindedly. He was sitting in front of a mirror, trying to lie his hair flat. It was no use. He smoothed his hands over his hair but it poked through between his fingers. "Hey, did you ever open that box?"
"Hmm? Oh—a, no. Not yet," Ron said and he grabbed the box off his bed. He tore the box open and laughed slightly, "Well, it's better than those dumb dress robes I was planning to wear."
Harry gave up on his hair and got up. The box had a full suit lying in there. Ron pulled it out. It was a little big, but a lot better than his ridiculous dress robes.
"Looks like they sent a little something for you," Ron commented and pulled out a long pair of handsome black pants.
"They didn't have to.........," Harry mumbled. He was secretly thankful that they sent a pair of pants for him; his own dress pants were a couple of inches shorter than the last time he wore them. The dance was in an hour and he bit his tongue. He didn't expect it to be any different than the Yule Ball two years ago. The only thing he heard that was different was the dress code. They asked for the students to dress in either dress robes or any other outfit appropriate for the occasion.
They finished getting ready dressed and checked the time. Twenty minutes before seven.
"Uh, Ron?" Harry said and pointed to the bureau by the door. His show was sitting right there.
"Oh," Ron said numbly and grabbed for his shoe, "Ready?"
"Yeah......," Harry said and tried one last time at his hair. Success.
"You look good," Ron smirked.
"You look better," Harry said and he meant it. He never thought he'd see the day so soon with Ron in a suit. But he looked good and even older in a way. They walked down the stairs to the Common Room where they saw Seamus tying his shoes in a rushed manner.
"Oh, hey guys. Hey, did I ever tell you I get to be 'director of music'? Or that's at least what the professors call it," Seamus asked and didn't even let Ron or Harry answer, "Yeah! I get to be DJ every other or so song with this 5th year kid. Pretty awesome, huh?" He asked hurriedly and looked down at his watch, "Holy crap! I gotta go!" Seamus yelled and ran out.
"Hey watch your language!" Ron yelled at him, "Bloody hell, kids these days........." Ron smirked sarcastically. "Well, you know girls and how they like to primp. Fancy a game of chess?"
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"Ok. I'm ready to go," Ginny announced loudly as she entered into the 6th year girls' dorm.
"Well, hold on. I'm not," Lavender said panicky, "I can't tell if my shoe's match my outfit."
"They do. Now let's go," Ginny said impatiently. She walked past Lavender (who was now fumbling with her already-perfect hair) over to Hermione. She hadn't spoken, she was just standing still. She was in front of a full body mirror and she examined herself, a disgruntled look in her eyes.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Hermione mumbled.
"Nothing. You look great, now lets go," Ginny assured but Hermione shook her head. She could now she what was wrong, only it was in the inside. She felt nervous and had no confidence at all. "You know what you need, makeup." Ginny said.
"No," Hermione said abruptly, "I don't need to 'paint ' up my face until I can't recognize myself." She looked at her own brown eyes. She couldn't even remember a time when she put makeup on.
"Come on, just a little. I swear you'll like it," Ginny said and opened her purse, "And stand up straight, slouching makes you look shorter." She informed in a motherly way.
"No, Ginny I can't—"
"Sure you can, now stand still."
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Harry and Ron played chess for a few minutes, and as always, Ron was winning. He demolished his queen already and was gloating everytime he trapped Harry's pieces.
Harry made a quick move, knowing he was going to loose anyway. Then he looked up from the board.
"Harry, let me give you a tip. You NEED to concentrate on the actual game!" Ron said and Harry raised his eyebrow and looked over Ron's shoulder. Ron glanced back behind him and stood up immediately. Harry stood next to him while Ginny and Pavati came down. No Hermione, nor Lavender.
"Ron! You look smashing, darlin'!" Ginny said as she came down to him.
"Not as smashing as you," Ron said grinning and kissed her hand, "You know, I'll be watching after you ALL night, little sis."
Then Lavender and Hermione came down and Harry swallowed. He never thought Hermione could be more beautiful, but here was proof. Her hair was in more curls than waves and her dress made her eyes glow---also making Harry hold his breath. Ron gaped at Lavender and stole a few glances at Hermione.
"You look---I---Are you ready to go?" Ron stuttered and Lavender nodded, blushing. Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Pavati followed behind.
"Something's new about you," Harry muttered nervously to Hermione. He looked at her face and finally realized the difference. Her eyes were frosted over slightly with eye-shadow and Ginny ran mascara over her lashes. It didn't change her too much, but it made her look lovelier than ever.
"Same with you, something's changed," She said softly and ruffled his hair with her fingers. "There," She smiled, "You look great." Don't lie to yourself, she told herself, he's gorgeous.
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Ok shorter than usual but I'll hopefully have the next chapter up sooner than last time. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm too busy to look up any details to see if I'm right. Thanx for the great reviews.
** I don't really remember if JK describes Lavender's appearance, so I'm sort of making it up for now. If you know, could you tell me? Thanks!
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Dawn stretched its long, pink fingers across the pale sky the morning of Valentine's Day. Harry got up and took a brief shower. After getting dressed, he made his way slowly to the Great Hall. It was vibrantly decorated with colors of pink and red. Valentine candy was sprinkled on the tabletops and everywhere you looked, there was a big, red heart plastered somewhere.
Harry spotted Ron and sat next to him. He was eating heart-shaped pancakes and the maple syrup had a reddish tint to it.
"I wonder if anyone else remembered it was Valentine's Day?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Ya think?" Ron said as he grabbed for a napkin with a love poem engraved in gold on it. "Nervous about tonight?"
"Not really," Harry lied and saw Hermione coming through the door. She was slouched over with her books in her arms and it looked like she didn't even brush her hair yet. But Harry didn't care about what she looked like and his heart leapt. "I can tell you are, though," Harry commented and Ron quickly glanced to Lavender sitting on the end of the table.
Ron blushed and trying desperately to change the subject, looked up and saw a handful of owls fly in, "Hey, look, Errol!" He said and sure enough the Weasley's owl swooped through the window and almost fell straight down to the floor when he made it inside the hall. Ron ran over to him and caught him like a furry football in his hands. He had two long, narrow packages attached to his feet. It was a miracle he flew this far.
Ron brought him to the table and untied the boxes from his feet. Errol rested limply on the table and Ron fed him with water and bits of waffle.
Everyone was obviously watching and Ginny leapt up to Ron's side at the table. "What did Mum and Dad bring?" Ginny asked.
"I dunno, but one's for you," Ron shrugged and handed one of the poorly packaged boxes to Ginny. Ginny propped the long box up against her leg and she tore the envelope off the card. She flashed her eyes over the note and gave a little shriek. And as she ran to the Gryffindor room with the box in her arm, she grabbed Hermione's shoulder and dragged her off as well.
"Well, whatever's in here should be interesting," Ron said as he watched them leave.
*** *** ***
Ginny ran, with Hermione being pulled behind her up the stairs. Ginny ripped through the halls and finally into the Common Room.
"G—G---Ginny, what---?" Hermione panted as she keeled over, trying to breathe, "It's for you, so there's nothing to do with me."
"But there is! Look" Ginny squealed and she tore the box apart. When the box was torn open, Ginny pulled out what had to be one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.
"Ginny! What---Where did you get this?!" Hermione gasped and she ran her hands over the cool fabric. It was a gorgeous dress. It swayed softly like waves of water and light reflected hundreds of shades of purple. Occasionally it shimmered and flickered like stars and there were elegant straps for sleeves.
"It was my mum's. She showed it to me once and said I could wear it one day," Ginny said and she draped it over her chest.
"You'll look beautiful, Ginny," Hermione smiled.
"So will you," Ginny said and she pulled out a second dress out of the box. "Mum sent her other dress just for you."
"Ginny, I----I couldn't!" Hermione shook her head as Ginny handed her the dress. It was like Ginny's dress, the texture and feel, but different. It sparkled ribbons of smoky silver and in some lights it looked either a dark black or even a pearl shade. The dress came down longer than Ginny's and the silky sleeves went just past the shoulders.
"Don't be dumb. I can only wear one dress and my mum sent the other just in case you wanted to wear it," Ginny explained.
Hermione picked up the dress and finally gave in, "Oh, thank you so much, Ginny!" I can't wait to wear it." She thanked and set it gently back down. "By the way, who are you going with?"
"Rich Waters. (Hermione gave a little laugh) Hufflepuff Beater. He's cute, just a little too much of a selfish showoff. But I needed a date," Ginny shrugged, Hermione saw Ginny was unhappy about it but she knew Ginny would make the best of the night. Hermione smiled, "I can't wait for tonight."
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"Hey Harry, have you seen my other shoe?" Ron asked and bent over to look under the bed.
"Nope," Harry said absentmindedly. He was sitting in front of a mirror, trying to lie his hair flat. It was no use. He smoothed his hands over his hair but it poked through between his fingers. "Hey, did you ever open that box?"
"Hmm? Oh—a, no. Not yet," Ron said and he grabbed the box off his bed. He tore the box open and laughed slightly, "Well, it's better than those dumb dress robes I was planning to wear."
Harry gave up on his hair and got up. The box had a full suit lying in there. Ron pulled it out. It was a little big, but a lot better than his ridiculous dress robes.
"Looks like they sent a little something for you," Ron commented and pulled out a long pair of handsome black pants.
"They didn't have to.........," Harry mumbled. He was secretly thankful that they sent a pair of pants for him; his own dress pants were a couple of inches shorter than the last time he wore them. The dance was in an hour and he bit his tongue. He didn't expect it to be any different than the Yule Ball two years ago. The only thing he heard that was different was the dress code. They asked for the students to dress in either dress robes or any other outfit appropriate for the occasion.
They finished getting ready dressed and checked the time. Twenty minutes before seven.
"Uh, Ron?" Harry said and pointed to the bureau by the door. His show was sitting right there.
"Oh," Ron said numbly and grabbed for his shoe, "Ready?"
"Yeah......," Harry said and tried one last time at his hair. Success.
"You look good," Ron smirked.
"You look better," Harry said and he meant it. He never thought he'd see the day so soon with Ron in a suit. But he looked good and even older in a way. They walked down the stairs to the Common Room where they saw Seamus tying his shoes in a rushed manner.
"Oh, hey guys. Hey, did I ever tell you I get to be 'director of music'? Or that's at least what the professors call it," Seamus asked and didn't even let Ron or Harry answer, "Yeah! I get to be DJ every other or so song with this 5th year kid. Pretty awesome, huh?" He asked hurriedly and looked down at his watch, "Holy crap! I gotta go!" Seamus yelled and ran out.
"Hey watch your language!" Ron yelled at him, "Bloody hell, kids these days........." Ron smirked sarcastically. "Well, you know girls and how they like to primp. Fancy a game of chess?"
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"Ok. I'm ready to go," Ginny announced loudly as she entered into the 6th year girls' dorm.
"Well, hold on. I'm not," Lavender said panicky, "I can't tell if my shoe's match my outfit."
"They do. Now let's go," Ginny said impatiently. She walked past Lavender (who was now fumbling with her already-perfect hair) over to Hermione. She hadn't spoken, she was just standing still. She was in front of a full body mirror and she examined herself, a disgruntled look in her eyes.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Hermione mumbled.
"Nothing. You look great, now lets go," Ginny assured but Hermione shook her head. She could now she what was wrong, only it was in the inside. She felt nervous and had no confidence at all. "You know what you need, makeup." Ginny said.
"No," Hermione said abruptly, "I don't need to 'paint ' up my face until I can't recognize myself." She looked at her own brown eyes. She couldn't even remember a time when she put makeup on.
"Come on, just a little. I swear you'll like it," Ginny said and opened her purse, "And stand up straight, slouching makes you look shorter." She informed in a motherly way.
"No, Ginny I can't—"
"Sure you can, now stand still."
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Harry and Ron played chess for a few minutes, and as always, Ron was winning. He demolished his queen already and was gloating everytime he trapped Harry's pieces.
Harry made a quick move, knowing he was going to loose anyway. Then he looked up from the board.
"Harry, let me give you a tip. You NEED to concentrate on the actual game!" Ron said and Harry raised his eyebrow and looked over Ron's shoulder. Ron glanced back behind him and stood up immediately. Harry stood next to him while Ginny and Pavati came down. No Hermione, nor Lavender.
"Ron! You look smashing, darlin'!" Ginny said as she came down to him.
"Not as smashing as you," Ron said grinning and kissed her hand, "You know, I'll be watching after you ALL night, little sis."
Then Lavender and Hermione came down and Harry swallowed. He never thought Hermione could be more beautiful, but here was proof. Her hair was in more curls than waves and her dress made her eyes glow---also making Harry hold his breath. Ron gaped at Lavender and stole a few glances at Hermione.
"You look---I---Are you ready to go?" Ron stuttered and Lavender nodded, blushing. Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Pavati followed behind.
"Something's new about you," Harry muttered nervously to Hermione. He looked at her face and finally realized the difference. Her eyes were frosted over slightly with eye-shadow and Ginny ran mascara over her lashes. It didn't change her too much, but it made her look lovelier than ever.
"Same with you, something's changed," She said softly and ruffled his hair with her fingers. "There," She smiled, "You look great." Don't lie to yourself, she told herself, he's gorgeous.
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Ok shorter than usual but I'll hopefully have the next chapter up sooner than last time. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm too busy to look up any details to see if I'm right. Thanx for the great reviews.
