Chapter 7:: Dance with Me?
Ron and Melissa met eachother at 8:00pm, after Ron's Quidditch practice. Melissa had spent the lunch hour, and the time after she had finished her homework – working on ideas for the party. She had pages of notes ready to talk about, and she hoped that Ron liked her ideas.
She heard Ron's voice on the other side of the door say the password, "Waffle Nougat." Melissa began to organize her notes one last time before greeting Ron with a great smile. "Hello Melissa... just let me run upstairs and change. I'll be back in a second alright?" Ron looked tired.
"Sure thing, we've got all night." She smiled. He smiled tiredly back at her. Then she saw him walk over to Hermione and kiss her cheek. Her spirits suddenly began to sink and her smile slowly disappeared. "He does still... he is... with her... isn't he?" She thought sadly.
After a while, Ron emerged from the stairwell wearing a burgundy sweater that his mother made for him, it had a giant "R" stitched onto the front, his jeans were old and worn at the knees. His hair was messy. Melissa smiled at Ron and beckoned him to come over to the table she was at.
"Alright... What do we need to talk about now?" Ron sighed as he slumped in the chair.
"Umm... I have a few ideas for the dance, here, I wrote them out for you, they are in order of the ones I like the best, to the ones I am iffy about." She smiled as she laid the stack of parchment infront of him. He began to laugh.
"...What?" Melissa's eyes were large, and her cheeks began to go red.
"You're just like Hermione that way – always organized. I love it." He glanced up at her and smiled warmly. Melissa looked down and began to blush.
"I've always been like that... I-I hope it doesn't bug you..."
"Never. I just said that I loved that you were so organized Mel." He smiled again as he started to look though the papers.
Mel? No one calls me Mel... He has already given me a nickname. At this moment, nothing could crack the mood that Melissa was in.
"Do you like any of the ideas so far Ron?"
"Yeah, I love the Green Mythology one. It's an amazing idea. We're going to do this one – I don't even need to look at the rest of the parchments! I know this one will work, it's perfect."
"Really...? You think?"
"Definitely." Ron nodded and started to read the many pages attached to the parchment entitled 'Greek Mythology'. "This stuff is great! You have everything done; you have the decorations, food... BLOODY HELL! A live band?! That's amazing!"
Melissa laughed at the expression on Ron's face. "Yeah, I don't suppose it will be to hard to achieve – we can ask Dumbledore if we can conjure up a band for the night or something. I'm sure he'll say yes."
"Hopefully. This is great Mel... You're amazing! Did I tell you t hat? Simply amazing..." Ron got up and hugged Melissa. He placed one arm infront of her resting on her collarbone, the other on her back. It was a side hug – the kind she only ever got from Elle. Melissa loved the feeling of Ron's rough sweater on her cheek. She blushed against it and placed her hands on his arm smiling.
Hermione was on the other side of the room. She looked up just in time to see Ron let go and look down smiling at Melissa; his hands were still on her shoulders. Melissa had turned around and faced Ron; she was looking up and smiling at him. Hermione sat frozen with a blank face. "What is he doing?" She suddenly got up and rushed to room. As she was leaving, Ron didn't even take his eyes off Melissa.
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As the few weeks before the dance was to be held, Ron and Melissa seemed inseparable. They spent every evening together laughing, and talking until the night the dance came.
The decorations and planning for the party were well underway. Dumbledore had given the ok for the band, and immediately started to ask around the 7th years what kind of music they wanted to hear – so he could conjure up the right band.
The date was set for a Friday night, at 7:30pm. The students would be aloud to go to their rooms to find a costume of some sort. As class ended on Friday, the only thing all the 7th years were talking about was their private dance. They all rushed back to their rooms, finished what little homework they had – and started to find a costume for the party.
When everyone was ready, and were allowed to go into the hall... they were absolutely amazed.. The great hall had been changed the hall into a Greek courtyard, there were stone pillars everywhere, and ivy was wrapped around everything. There were huge tapestries of mythological creatures of every kind. There were stone statues of centaurs, and various Greek Gods. There were plants, and flowers everywhere. The bewitched ceiling looked like the night sky, with a bright full moon providing the light. The band was at the side of the room, on a small stone stage currently playing a slow song. Everyone ran into the room screaming with delight.
"It's beautiful!"
"LOOK!!! REAL PLANTS! That is SO cool!"
"I love the pillars, they seem so real!"
"The band is FANTASTIC! Look!!!"
"OH MY GOD! A FOUNTAIN THAT SERVES DRINKS! SO COOL!!!!"
Ron was already inside the hall. He was standing at the front, wearing a costume that resembled Caesar. He had laurels in his hair; they were offset perfectly by his bright red hair. His skin was still pale, but he had the muscles to make up for it. All those years of Quidditch did him good. "Welcome Everyone to the 7th Years Private Party!!!!" Ron put special emphasis on the 'private' part. "Please, enjoy your night." Ron smiled and beckoned everyone to begin dancing and having a generally good time.
Harry walked up to Ron, wearing a toga. "RON! This is fantastic! How did you ever manage to pull this off?"
"Mel helped... well... she came up with the whole thing – so basically, I helped. This is all Mel's idea."
"... Mel? Who is Mel?"
"Oh... sorry, Melissa. I call her Mel..." Ron began to blush. Harry pretended that he didn't notice.
"Ohh... I see... I see."
"Looking good Harry!" Harry turned around to find a very gorgeous looking Melissa.
Melissa had her long hair in curls, and had taken half of it back into an intricate braided up do. Her hair was strewn with delicate sparkles. She had also applied a small amount of sparkles to her chest and arms that were visible. She had a sparkly white mask on, that flared into what looked like fire at the edge of the mask, closest to her ears. Her lips were a soft, dewy pink color. She smiled brightly at Harry, taking off the mask to reveal her eyes.
"Wow... Melissa... you look amazing." Both Harry and Ron had their mouths open.
Melissa simply laughed. "Thank-you!" she moved to touch Harry and Ron's forearms, laughing. "Trust me, you look even more fabulous than I could ever hope to look boys." She looked at Ron and winked.
"Thanks..." They both said together.
The first official slow song had come on, and the lead singer made an announcement. Everyone turned to look at him. "Since this party was brought to you by your Head Boy, and Head Girl; Ron Weasley and Melissa Kafaé, we would like to play a song for the first slow dance! Ron, Melissa: you will obviously dance with eachother! Everyone else – Grab a partner!"
At that moment, Draco walked in holding hands with a very pleased Pansy Parkinson. Harry looked over at them, as did everyone else. Draco wore a sneer on his face, but oddly enough – he looked happy-ish. Harry's lip turned up with disgust. He walked over to Hermione and took her in his arms for the first slow dance of the night, he forced a smile – and he positioned himself so he could look at Draco and Pansy while they danced.
Ron had taken Melissa in his arms and began to smile as the music started to play. She took off her mask, and it promptly disappeared.
"I gave my word, I made a promise
And I'm gonna keep it till the end
What would I do, if I lost it
There's nothing better than what we have..."
Ron and Melissa looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Melissa wasn't blushing. Her heart wasn't racing. She felt completely comfortable in Ron's arms; they had spent so much time with eachother over the past few weeks that she didn't need to feel nervous anymore.
"...Ron, you look so handsome tonight." Melissa smiled and looked in Ron's eyes.
"Thanks... you look so gorgeous tonight..." He spun her around and took her back in his arms, but closer than she was before, smiling a special smile she had never seen before. She didn't notice that Hermione was watching her and Ron quite intently.
"Somehow in my mind
Always knew I'd find my...
Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child...."
"Ron... I know you're with Hermione – but... I need to tell you-" Her words trailed off as she looked away at Draco and Pansy. They were dancing forehead to forehead.
"Tell me what?"
Melissa looked back at Ron. "These last few weeks were amazing Ron..."
"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world."
Melissa smiled and began to blush.
"So much you give, so much to live for
And I want to give it all back to you
And if it means pouring my heart out
To show you I love you, then I will..."
She looked back into his eyes, and began to whisper. "Ron... I love you" She wasn't sure of the response she would get. She knew he was with Hermione – and probably in love with her. But this was her chance to tell him how she felt – the whole world seemed to be blocked out. All she could hear was the rapid beating of her heart, and Ron's steady breathing.
"Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child
To be the one to call you mine
To feel the way I do inside
You're so much more than I ever dreamed
This is forever I believe..."
Ron put two fingers underneath her chin and brought it up to look at him. They looked at eachother for a short moment. Ron was smiling his special smile again, as he slowly moved closer towards her and rested his lips on hers. Melissa's whole world seemed to disappear – and the kiss seemed to last forever.
"Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child
I know you're what I need
Beautiful one, Beautiful child...."
LYRICS © to Jonny Lang: Beautiful One.
Ron and Melissa met eachother at 8:00pm, after Ron's Quidditch practice. Melissa had spent the lunch hour, and the time after she had finished her homework – working on ideas for the party. She had pages of notes ready to talk about, and she hoped that Ron liked her ideas.
She heard Ron's voice on the other side of the door say the password, "Waffle Nougat." Melissa began to organize her notes one last time before greeting Ron with a great smile. "Hello Melissa... just let me run upstairs and change. I'll be back in a second alright?" Ron looked tired.
"Sure thing, we've got all night." She smiled. He smiled tiredly back at her. Then she saw him walk over to Hermione and kiss her cheek. Her spirits suddenly began to sink and her smile slowly disappeared. "He does still... he is... with her... isn't he?" She thought sadly.
After a while, Ron emerged from the stairwell wearing a burgundy sweater that his mother made for him, it had a giant "R" stitched onto the front, his jeans were old and worn at the knees. His hair was messy. Melissa smiled at Ron and beckoned him to come over to the table she was at.
"Alright... What do we need to talk about now?" Ron sighed as he slumped in the chair.
"Umm... I have a few ideas for the dance, here, I wrote them out for you, they are in order of the ones I like the best, to the ones I am iffy about." She smiled as she laid the stack of parchment infront of him. He began to laugh.
"...What?" Melissa's eyes were large, and her cheeks began to go red.
"You're just like Hermione that way – always organized. I love it." He glanced up at her and smiled warmly. Melissa looked down and began to blush.
"I've always been like that... I-I hope it doesn't bug you..."
"Never. I just said that I loved that you were so organized Mel." He smiled again as he started to look though the papers.
Mel? No one calls me Mel... He has already given me a nickname. At this moment, nothing could crack the mood that Melissa was in.
"Do you like any of the ideas so far Ron?"
"Yeah, I love the Green Mythology one. It's an amazing idea. We're going to do this one – I don't even need to look at the rest of the parchments! I know this one will work, it's perfect."
"Really...? You think?"
"Definitely." Ron nodded and started to read the many pages attached to the parchment entitled 'Greek Mythology'. "This stuff is great! You have everything done; you have the decorations, food... BLOODY HELL! A live band?! That's amazing!"
Melissa laughed at the expression on Ron's face. "Yeah, I don't suppose it will be to hard to achieve – we can ask Dumbledore if we can conjure up a band for the night or something. I'm sure he'll say yes."
"Hopefully. This is great Mel... You're amazing! Did I tell you t hat? Simply amazing..." Ron got up and hugged Melissa. He placed one arm infront of her resting on her collarbone, the other on her back. It was a side hug – the kind she only ever got from Elle. Melissa loved the feeling of Ron's rough sweater on her cheek. She blushed against it and placed her hands on his arm smiling.
Hermione was on the other side of the room. She looked up just in time to see Ron let go and look down smiling at Melissa; his hands were still on her shoulders. Melissa had turned around and faced Ron; she was looking up and smiling at him. Hermione sat frozen with a blank face. "What is he doing?" She suddenly got up and rushed to room. As she was leaving, Ron didn't even take his eyes off Melissa.
. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - .
As the few weeks before the dance was to be held, Ron and Melissa seemed inseparable. They spent every evening together laughing, and talking until the night the dance came.
The decorations and planning for the party were well underway. Dumbledore had given the ok for the band, and immediately started to ask around the 7th years what kind of music they wanted to hear – so he could conjure up the right band.
The date was set for a Friday night, at 7:30pm. The students would be aloud to go to their rooms to find a costume of some sort. As class ended on Friday, the only thing all the 7th years were talking about was their private dance. They all rushed back to their rooms, finished what little homework they had – and started to find a costume for the party.
When everyone was ready, and were allowed to go into the hall... they were absolutely amazed.. The great hall had been changed the hall into a Greek courtyard, there were stone pillars everywhere, and ivy was wrapped around everything. There were huge tapestries of mythological creatures of every kind. There were stone statues of centaurs, and various Greek Gods. There were plants, and flowers everywhere. The bewitched ceiling looked like the night sky, with a bright full moon providing the light. The band was at the side of the room, on a small stone stage currently playing a slow song. Everyone ran into the room screaming with delight.
"It's beautiful!"
"LOOK!!! REAL PLANTS! That is SO cool!"
"I love the pillars, they seem so real!"
"The band is FANTASTIC! Look!!!"
"OH MY GOD! A FOUNTAIN THAT SERVES DRINKS! SO COOL!!!!"
Ron was already inside the hall. He was standing at the front, wearing a costume that resembled Caesar. He had laurels in his hair; they were offset perfectly by his bright red hair. His skin was still pale, but he had the muscles to make up for it. All those years of Quidditch did him good. "Welcome Everyone to the 7th Years Private Party!!!!" Ron put special emphasis on the 'private' part. "Please, enjoy your night." Ron smiled and beckoned everyone to begin dancing and having a generally good time.
Harry walked up to Ron, wearing a toga. "RON! This is fantastic! How did you ever manage to pull this off?"
"Mel helped... well... she came up with the whole thing – so basically, I helped. This is all Mel's idea."
"... Mel? Who is Mel?"
"Oh... sorry, Melissa. I call her Mel..." Ron began to blush. Harry pretended that he didn't notice.
"Ohh... I see... I see."
"Looking good Harry!" Harry turned around to find a very gorgeous looking Melissa.
Melissa had her long hair in curls, and had taken half of it back into an intricate braided up do. Her hair was strewn with delicate sparkles. She had also applied a small amount of sparkles to her chest and arms that were visible. She had a sparkly white mask on, that flared into what looked like fire at the edge of the mask, closest to her ears. Her lips were a soft, dewy pink color. She smiled brightly at Harry, taking off the mask to reveal her eyes.
"Wow... Melissa... you look amazing." Both Harry and Ron had their mouths open.
Melissa simply laughed. "Thank-you!" she moved to touch Harry and Ron's forearms, laughing. "Trust me, you look even more fabulous than I could ever hope to look boys." She looked at Ron and winked.
"Thanks..." They both said together.
The first official slow song had come on, and the lead singer made an announcement. Everyone turned to look at him. "Since this party was brought to you by your Head Boy, and Head Girl; Ron Weasley and Melissa Kafaé, we would like to play a song for the first slow dance! Ron, Melissa: you will obviously dance with eachother! Everyone else – Grab a partner!"
At that moment, Draco walked in holding hands with a very pleased Pansy Parkinson. Harry looked over at them, as did everyone else. Draco wore a sneer on his face, but oddly enough – he looked happy-ish. Harry's lip turned up with disgust. He walked over to Hermione and took her in his arms for the first slow dance of the night, he forced a smile – and he positioned himself so he could look at Draco and Pansy while they danced.
Ron had taken Melissa in his arms and began to smile as the music started to play. She took off her mask, and it promptly disappeared.
"I gave my word, I made a promise
And I'm gonna keep it till the end
What would I do, if I lost it
There's nothing better than what we have..."
Ron and Melissa looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Melissa wasn't blushing. Her heart wasn't racing. She felt completely comfortable in Ron's arms; they had spent so much time with eachother over the past few weeks that she didn't need to feel nervous anymore.
"...Ron, you look so handsome tonight." Melissa smiled and looked in Ron's eyes.
"Thanks... you look so gorgeous tonight..." He spun her around and took her back in his arms, but closer than she was before, smiling a special smile she had never seen before. She didn't notice that Hermione was watching her and Ron quite intently.
"Somehow in my mind
Always knew I'd find my...
Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child...."
"Ron... I know you're with Hermione – but... I need to tell you-" Her words trailed off as she looked away at Draco and Pansy. They were dancing forehead to forehead.
"Tell me what?"
Melissa looked back at Ron. "These last few weeks were amazing Ron..."
"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world."
Melissa smiled and began to blush.
"So much you give, so much to live for
And I want to give it all back to you
And if it means pouring my heart out
To show you I love you, then I will..."
She looked back into his eyes, and began to whisper. "Ron... I love you" She wasn't sure of the response she would get. She knew he was with Hermione – and probably in love with her. But this was her chance to tell him how she felt – the whole world seemed to be blocked out. All she could hear was the rapid beating of her heart, and Ron's steady breathing.
"Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child
To be the one to call you mine
To feel the way I do inside
You're so much more than I ever dreamed
This is forever I believe..."
Ron put two fingers underneath her chin and brought it up to look at him. They looked at eachother for a short moment. Ron was smiling his special smile again, as he slowly moved closer towards her and rested his lips on hers. Melissa's whole world seemed to disappear – and the kiss seemed to last forever.
"Beautiful one, Beautiful child, my everything
Beautiful one, Beautiful child
I know you're what I need
Beautiful one, Beautiful child...."
LYRICS © to Jonny Lang: Beautiful One.