Chapter 4 "the ball" written by ladybloomie (aoife)! 27.4.04
On the night of the Halloween ball the girls had spent 3 hours at Leo's dorm in preparation for looking fabulous. Their philosophy was "if things are done right there to be done the old fashioned way" After liberal amounts of hairspray and a touch of perfume (applied manually), the girls were ready and looking stunning. Orla had her long hair down and it flowed behind her purple dress robes. Her trademark long eyelashes immaculately tinted green by the aid of magic. Aoife, wearing classic black with a silver hem had her chestnut hair also straight which came down passed her shoulders. Her black smoky black eye make-up complemented her emerald green eyes that looked bigger and brighter against the black of her dress robes. Leo looked especially amazing wearing baby blue robes, which matched her sparkling blue eyes. Her golden hair was up in a smooth bun with the odd strand falling elegantly down around her shoulders. When the girls stepped out onto the dance floor with their partners many of the other couples stared at them including: Ginny & Seamus, Ron & Parvati, Neville & Lavender and much to Aoife's delight Fi & Draco. Not only had Leo 3 guys on either side of her but also they were all wearing co-ordinated coloured dress robes. Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Luke Cox, Dean Thomas and Tim Farrow were either wearing red or gold robes. Huh! Gryffindor colours" Aoife said as she watched Leo waltzing down the stairs, obviously worried for her sanity. "Shut it" Leo giggled "Your only jealous because you and Harry clash" "Fuck off," said Aoife eying Harry's black robes. "Although we do look like a pair of Dementors. I told him to wear silver! Fucking Hash head," The gong sounded signalling the start of the ball. After two and a half hours of Harry dancing like a red ass chicken around Aoife (even to the slow songs) Aoife gave Harry vodka and sat down on one of the spindly chairs by the edge dance floor. "Take 5 boy's" Leo said to her lovesick mob. Plonking down next to Aoife she said, "Listen hun, Draco is only taking Fi because she's Blaise's twin and because she's a Slytherin" "I know, If only he wasn't a Slytherin" Aoife mumbled, "Shit happens," stated Leo. Aoife watched Orla and Oliver dancing and caught her eye shooting her a look that clearly stated "Girrl, he's so hot for you right now" behind Woods back as he gazed adoringly at her. Orla smiled to herself and held Oliver tighter. While the girls had been talking they had not noticed Harry and Fred spiking the punch with "Auld fire whisky". They staggered over to Leo and Aoife giggling childishly. It was obvious they had already consumed a fair amount of booze before the night had started. "Ready to dance?" Harry asked Aoife while Fred grinned at Leo. The dancing lasted all night long. It included tricky, awkward slow dancing on Aoife's part, trying to avoid getting groped quite a bit by horny Harry pothead. Also an adaptation by Leo's gang of Madonna's "Material girl" .The invisible band played well into the night The party was then moved to the Gryffindor common room. All the Gryffindors were very much smashed from drinking the punch. "Seamush Finnnneg-an" Aoife slurred. "You give us Irish a bad name" as she watched him drain the ass out of his fire whisky "Yes Miss!" he said saluting her. "Hey I'm not the one who supplied the booze" "Quiet you" she snapped as she fell off the back of the table. "I forseen. No... I foresaw that... no wait, oh shit," giggled a very tipsy Ginny Weasley. At the top of the main stairs Oliver was holding Orla up as he went in for a goodnight kiss. Orla giggled and squealed "Eeee!"And went flying out of a startled Oliver's arms and down the stairs."Orla!" he roared as he chased after her. She vomited as she flopped down at he end of the stairs. Wood carried her to Madam Pomfreys In his arms. She had her stomach pumped and stayed in for the night. Wood stayed by her bedside all night long. Bless! Around half two, little of the Gryffindors had dragged themselves to bed or blacked out. Harry was on a drunken rampage. "Equality for all!" he shouted as he ran around the room. He grabbed Aoife's lipstick out of her bag and drew a lightning shaped scar on her forehead in "vamp" Mac lipstick. "The future Mrs. Pothead" he shouted as he ran out of the Gryffindor common room tearing his clothes off. The students ran to the window and viewed Harry continuing his streak down by the lake, the forbidden forest and passed Hagrids's cabin as the Blast-ended Skrewts barked loudly at his bare buttocks. He then attempted to hump a log and grope a couple of nervous squirrels. After Harry's streaking session he returned to the Gryffindor common room depressed. Aoife and Harry rambled on through the night about equality etc. "I just wish I didn't have this scar" he mumbled. "Surrup your special and lucky too, you're the boy who lived" Aoife whispered as she sat on Harry's knee and kissed his scar lightly. He pulled away and looked at her intently "Is it right to take advantage of her?" he thought, "Fuck it, I'm just as drunk as she is! I'm fucking horny Harry pothead!" he concluded as he kissed her roughly on the mouth. She bit down hard on his lips tasting his blood in her mouth. They moved up to her dorm. Harry's kisses were wet and he tasted of stale rum. He was very awkward when it came to undressing. Aoife wondered weather if it was just the alcohol as he fiddled with the clasp of her bra. Harry couldn't believe how stupid he had been. Why hadn't he noticed her before? Her sparkling green eyes that was slightly hazy from the alcohol, her smooth neck... Sex that night was sloppy and had no chemistry... According to Aoife anyway. Aoife woke up next morning with a lot of bruises and bite marks. She noticed Harry tangled up in the purple velvet curtains of her four-poster, near the end of her bed. "Fuck" she mumbled as the room started spinning. She projectile vomited over the side of her bed. She couldn't deal with this right now. Leo woke up the morning after the ball, head throbbing. "What the hell is that?" she mumbled. "Whose foot is that?" she wondered, heart pounding as she viewed the big mound next to her. "Oh sweet Jesus"...
On the night of the Halloween ball the girls had spent 3 hours at Leo's dorm in preparation for looking fabulous. Their philosophy was "if things are done right there to be done the old fashioned way" After liberal amounts of hairspray and a touch of perfume (applied manually), the girls were ready and looking stunning. Orla had her long hair down and it flowed behind her purple dress robes. Her trademark long eyelashes immaculately tinted green by the aid of magic. Aoife, wearing classic black with a silver hem had her chestnut hair also straight which came down passed her shoulders. Her black smoky black eye make-up complemented her emerald green eyes that looked bigger and brighter against the black of her dress robes. Leo looked especially amazing wearing baby blue robes, which matched her sparkling blue eyes. Her golden hair was up in a smooth bun with the odd strand falling elegantly down around her shoulders. When the girls stepped out onto the dance floor with their partners many of the other couples stared at them including: Ginny & Seamus, Ron & Parvati, Neville & Lavender and much to Aoife's delight Fi & Draco. Not only had Leo 3 guys on either side of her but also they were all wearing co-ordinated coloured dress robes. Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Luke Cox, Dean Thomas and Tim Farrow were either wearing red or gold robes. Huh! Gryffindor colours" Aoife said as she watched Leo waltzing down the stairs, obviously worried for her sanity. "Shut it" Leo giggled "Your only jealous because you and Harry clash" "Fuck off," said Aoife eying Harry's black robes. "Although we do look like a pair of Dementors. I told him to wear silver! Fucking Hash head," The gong sounded signalling the start of the ball. After two and a half hours of Harry dancing like a red ass chicken around Aoife (even to the slow songs) Aoife gave Harry vodka and sat down on one of the spindly chairs by the edge dance floor. "Take 5 boy's" Leo said to her lovesick mob. Plonking down next to Aoife she said, "Listen hun, Draco is only taking Fi because she's Blaise's twin and because she's a Slytherin" "I know, If only he wasn't a Slytherin" Aoife mumbled, "Shit happens," stated Leo. Aoife watched Orla and Oliver dancing and caught her eye shooting her a look that clearly stated "Girrl, he's so hot for you right now" behind Woods back as he gazed adoringly at her. Orla smiled to herself and held Oliver tighter. While the girls had been talking they had not noticed Harry and Fred spiking the punch with "Auld fire whisky". They staggered over to Leo and Aoife giggling childishly. It was obvious they had already consumed a fair amount of booze before the night had started. "Ready to dance?" Harry asked Aoife while Fred grinned at Leo. The dancing lasted all night long. It included tricky, awkward slow dancing on Aoife's part, trying to avoid getting groped quite a bit by horny Harry pothead. Also an adaptation by Leo's gang of Madonna's "Material girl" .The invisible band played well into the night The party was then moved to the Gryffindor common room. All the Gryffindors were very much smashed from drinking the punch. "Seamush Finnnneg-an" Aoife slurred. "You give us Irish a bad name" as she watched him drain the ass out of his fire whisky "Yes Miss!" he said saluting her. "Hey I'm not the one who supplied the booze" "Quiet you" she snapped as she fell off the back of the table. "I forseen. No... I foresaw that... no wait, oh shit," giggled a very tipsy Ginny Weasley. At the top of the main stairs Oliver was holding Orla up as he went in for a goodnight kiss. Orla giggled and squealed "Eeee!"And went flying out of a startled Oliver's arms and down the stairs."Orla!" he roared as he chased after her. She vomited as she flopped down at he end of the stairs. Wood carried her to Madam Pomfreys In his arms. She had her stomach pumped and stayed in for the night. Wood stayed by her bedside all night long. Bless! Around half two, little of the Gryffindors had dragged themselves to bed or blacked out. Harry was on a drunken rampage. "Equality for all!" he shouted as he ran around the room. He grabbed Aoife's lipstick out of her bag and drew a lightning shaped scar on her forehead in "vamp" Mac lipstick. "The future Mrs. Pothead" he shouted as he ran out of the Gryffindor common room tearing his clothes off. The students ran to the window and viewed Harry continuing his streak down by the lake, the forbidden forest and passed Hagrids's cabin as the Blast-ended Skrewts barked loudly at his bare buttocks. He then attempted to hump a log and grope a couple of nervous squirrels. After Harry's streaking session he returned to the Gryffindor common room depressed. Aoife and Harry rambled on through the night about equality etc. "I just wish I didn't have this scar" he mumbled. "Surrup your special and lucky too, you're the boy who lived" Aoife whispered as she sat on Harry's knee and kissed his scar lightly. He pulled away and looked at her intently "Is it right to take advantage of her?" he thought, "Fuck it, I'm just as drunk as she is! I'm fucking horny Harry pothead!" he concluded as he kissed her roughly on the mouth. She bit down hard on his lips tasting his blood in her mouth. They moved up to her dorm. Harry's kisses were wet and he tasted of stale rum. He was very awkward when it came to undressing. Aoife wondered weather if it was just the alcohol as he fiddled with the clasp of her bra. Harry couldn't believe how stupid he had been. Why hadn't he noticed her before? Her sparkling green eyes that was slightly hazy from the alcohol, her smooth neck... Sex that night was sloppy and had no chemistry... According to Aoife anyway. Aoife woke up next morning with a lot of bruises and bite marks. She noticed Harry tangled up in the purple velvet curtains of her four-poster, near the end of her bed. "Fuck" she mumbled as the room started spinning. She projectile vomited over the side of her bed. She couldn't deal with this right now. Leo woke up the morning after the ball, head throbbing. "What the hell is that?" she mumbled. "Whose foot is that?" she wondered, heart pounding as she viewed the big mound next to her. "Oh sweet Jesus"...