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As the months swept by the three girls had only one thing on their minds, The Halloween ball and whom they were taking. Already the known school sluts were snatching many of the boys up. It was rumoured by every second girl that Draco Malfoy was taking her to the ball. On one of the many chilly nights in the Gryffindor tower, the girls ploughed through their transfiguration homework near the warm crackling fire Harry pranced up to Leo and took her hands in his. "Leo my love, my heart shall always belong to you will you go to the ball with me?" Órla and Aoife exchanged pitiful glances knowing that his efforts were in vain. "Oh Harry!" Leo gushed "If only you had asked me sooner! I thought you were over me so I said yes to somebody else" As Harry retreated with a forlorn look on his face Aoife whispered "I didn't know you had a date for the ball" "six including Fred" She sniggered "Any other suggestions?" As Aoife and Órla packed up their homework they wished Leo goodnight and wobbled up the stairs, with the weight of their books to their dorm. As Órla was about to snuggle up in her warm elfish designed bed she heard a tapping on the window, pulling back the heavy purple curtains of her four- poster she noticed Oliver Woods Black barn owl outside the window. Heart fluttering she opened he window and pulled the note off the bird's leg. The note read:
Órla, I'm sorry I do not have the guts to ask you in person but will you go to the ball with me? Hopefully awaiting your reply, Oliver Wood
She turned over the parchment and scribbled
Dear Oliver, What ever shall I wear? Love Órla
She tied it to the waiting birds leg and wrapped up in bed again Heart fluttering once more. That night she tried as hard as she could to dream of the Quidditch captain's toned body...and his wit of course.
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* "God you're so lucky moaned Aoife at breakfast next morning. "Just go over and ask Draco" Órla urged her "Tcha right! I've heard he's going with at least 15 other girls that night" "Hey maybe he's organising a big orgy" pondered Leo with a deadly serious face. The other two stared at her wondering was she actually serious. "Oh fine, if your not going to ask Draco im setting you up with Harry" "Noooo!"Aoife hissed she was quickly silenced by Leo shouting across the table "Potter wanna go to the ball with Aoife?" Harry eyed Aoife up she felt like she was a piece of meat in the butchers. "Right o" he answered returning to his scrambled eggs. Aoife kicked Leo in the shins... hard while staring at her with her smoky eyes. Harry noticed but didn't seem to mind. As the girls made there way to potions Órla noticed Leo was getting a lot of looks from the opposite sex as she strolled down the corridor "What was that?" she asked as they made a detour to the toilets. "All my victims" Leo whispered with a half grin on her face while she applying her lip-gloss. Potion's that morning was hell. As Snape droaned on about the properties of the Sophie bird's beak shavings, Órla leaned over the other two "How does he talk with his mouth closed like that?" Leo and Aoife had already been trying to conceal their fits of giggles (the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain is called Sophie) and this sent them over the edge. Snape swooped over to them "Problem ladies? Would you care to share with us?" "Ok sir" Leo steeped forward bravely. "I was just wondering would you open your mouth a little wider? I cant seem to make out what your saying" Deadly silence followed this. Snape stared at her in disbelief. His face suddenly turned pinker and pinker. "OH-MY-GOD" Aoife gasped under her breath as Neville reached for his asthma spray and started to in hale deeply. Everyone stared at him. Snape, obviously turned on by Leo's brazenness had arrived at the errection on the intersection so to speak (cough...bonerahem!), that was visible through his robes and to the rest of the class. As lesson continued Órla looked over to the Slytherin table. She noticed Draco staring at Aoife. She whispered "If your thinking what I think your thinking, go ahead and ask her to the ball" Draco looked away from Orla with a surprised look and seemed to be in deep thought...
Thanks for the reviews! We dedicate this chapter to our dear friends: Aoife O Sullivan, & Laura Perrem. To: i'm not tellin, tell us who you are We would also like to thank Sophie P, our dedicated fan, and the 1st reviewer before the story was ever published!
As the months swept by the three girls had only one thing on their minds, The Halloween ball and whom they were taking. Already the known school sluts were snatching many of the boys up. It was rumoured by every second girl that Draco Malfoy was taking her to the ball. On one of the many chilly nights in the Gryffindor tower, the girls ploughed through their transfiguration homework near the warm crackling fire Harry pranced up to Leo and took her hands in his. "Leo my love, my heart shall always belong to you will you go to the ball with me?" Órla and Aoife exchanged pitiful glances knowing that his efforts were in vain. "Oh Harry!" Leo gushed "If only you had asked me sooner! I thought you were over me so I said yes to somebody else" As Harry retreated with a forlorn look on his face Aoife whispered "I didn't know you had a date for the ball" "six including Fred" She sniggered "Any other suggestions?" As Aoife and Órla packed up their homework they wished Leo goodnight and wobbled up the stairs, with the weight of their books to their dorm. As Órla was about to snuggle up in her warm elfish designed bed she heard a tapping on the window, pulling back the heavy purple curtains of her four- poster she noticed Oliver Woods Black barn owl outside the window. Heart fluttering she opened he window and pulled the note off the bird's leg. The note read:
Órla, I'm sorry I do not have the guts to ask you in person but will you go to the ball with me? Hopefully awaiting your reply, Oliver Wood
She turned over the parchment and scribbled
Dear Oliver, What ever shall I wear? Love Órla
She tied it to the waiting birds leg and wrapped up in bed again Heart fluttering once more. That night she tried as hard as she could to dream of the Quidditch captain's toned body...and his wit of course.
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* "God you're so lucky moaned Aoife at breakfast next morning. "Just go over and ask Draco" Órla urged her "Tcha right! I've heard he's going with at least 15 other girls that night" "Hey maybe he's organising a big orgy" pondered Leo with a deadly serious face. The other two stared at her wondering was she actually serious. "Oh fine, if your not going to ask Draco im setting you up with Harry" "Noooo!"Aoife hissed she was quickly silenced by Leo shouting across the table "Potter wanna go to the ball with Aoife?" Harry eyed Aoife up she felt like she was a piece of meat in the butchers. "Right o" he answered returning to his scrambled eggs. Aoife kicked Leo in the shins... hard while staring at her with her smoky eyes. Harry noticed but didn't seem to mind. As the girls made there way to potions Órla noticed Leo was getting a lot of looks from the opposite sex as she strolled down the corridor "What was that?" she asked as they made a detour to the toilets. "All my victims" Leo whispered with a half grin on her face while she applying her lip-gloss. Potion's that morning was hell. As Snape droaned on about the properties of the Sophie bird's beak shavings, Órla leaned over the other two "How does he talk with his mouth closed like that?" Leo and Aoife had already been trying to conceal their fits of giggles (the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain is called Sophie) and this sent them over the edge. Snape swooped over to them "Problem ladies? Would you care to share with us?" "Ok sir" Leo steeped forward bravely. "I was just wondering would you open your mouth a little wider? I cant seem to make out what your saying" Deadly silence followed this. Snape stared at her in disbelief. His face suddenly turned pinker and pinker. "OH-MY-GOD" Aoife gasped under her breath as Neville reached for his asthma spray and started to in hale deeply. Everyone stared at him. Snape, obviously turned on by Leo's brazenness had arrived at the errection on the intersection so to speak (cough...bonerahem!), that was visible through his robes and to the rest of the class. As lesson continued Órla looked over to the Slytherin table. She noticed Draco staring at Aoife. She whispered "If your thinking what I think your thinking, go ahead and ask her to the ball" Draco looked away from Orla with a surprised look and seemed to be in deep thought...
Thanks for the reviews! We dedicate this chapter to our dear friends: Aoife O Sullivan, & Laura Perrem. To: i'm not tellin, tell us who you are We would also like to thank Sophie P, our dedicated fan, and the 1st reviewer before the story was ever published!