The Second War of Light and Darkness
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: I don't own him. We all know who "he" is. No need to elaborate, I should think. J.K.R., the goddess does. Thank you. Do not sue.
Author's Note: The next long-awaited Valentine's chapter. I am such a procrastinator. Valentine's Day was LAST weekend, lol. And now, with no further ado...
Chapter 12: A Happy Valentine's Day to You Too, You Git!
Hermione's eyes widened. "You WHAT?" she whispered disbelievingly.
"I love him," Ginny repeated, her face void of emotion.
Hermione got up and swept out of the room, giving her one last look before she shut the door.
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The castle was in a frenzy the day of the Valentine's Dance. The sky was a perfect blue, and the weather was fairly warm for a February day.
And the girls were fairly annoyed.
"I can't figure out what to wear!" Amanda grumbled, tossing her robes out of her trunk in every direction. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"How about your *dress robes*?" she asked, sniggering, holding up a light-purple coloured item. Amanda wheeled around.
"It's not that easy, 'Mione, you don't know how STRESSED I get when it's time for a formal occasion! You should have seen me at my old school...THERE'S NOTHING TO WEAR!" Amanda said in a high-pitched voice, sounding nervous.
"Just wear them," Hermione said, tossing them at the brunette.
"Fine," Amanda replied grumpily, pulling them carefully over her head.
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Harry and Ron sat at the edge of their respective four-posters.
"Do you think they're ready yet?" Harry said in a hollow voice.
"Mate," Ron said, raising his eyebrows, "The dance doesn't start for another 5 hours. So at 7:00, we'll pick them up."
Harry sighed. "Luckily we don't have any classes today. Otherwise, we'd have missed them all, just bloody sitting around doing nothing."
"Have fun," Ron laughed, "I'm going to play Quidditch. Want to come?"
Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "When have I *not* wanted to play?"
"Fair point," Ron said sheepishly. The pair trudged off to the Quidditch pitch, brooms under their arms.
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Seven o'clock finally came, and the girls were *finally* ready.
Harry and Ron waited 'patiently' in the common room, both looking very dashing in their dress robes; Harry was wearing grey; Ron was wearing green, and looking like a poppy in a maroon field. But, a very handsome poppy. [A/N: ;P]
Ron looked up from the rose he was to give his date, and stood dumbstruck. Hermione looked stunning.
Her face, sparkling with a kind of inner light, was framed by her no-longer frizzy hair, which was in delicate chocolate-brown ringlets, bouncing down around her face. Her amber-coloured eyes sparkled, her lashes long and curled, her eyelids shimmering with pink eyeshadow. Her lips were crimson, and little flecks caught the light from the nearest candelabra. Her creme-coloured dress robes, which looked to be made of the softest satin, shone magically, swishing around her ankles as she walked down the stairs.
Ron mutely handed her the long-stemmed rose, taking her arm.
"Thanks," Hermione mumbled, blushing.
"You look great, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah..." Ron murmured, his sapphire eyes stuck on hers.
"Ahem," a voice called from the top of the stairs.
Everyone in the common room looked up. Amanda blushed, then called, "I'm not trying to be the center of attention, but I didn't spend over three hours getting ready for nothing."
"Well, it was worth it," Harry said, grinning shyly. He was right. Amanda's face was flushed pink, her brown eyes framed by long lashes and a ring of smoky grey eyeshadow, making her look uber-mysterious. Her long brown hair was up in a bun, fragrant lilacs (bewitched to stay fresh the whole night) circling it. Two strands of hair fell into her eyes, which were sparkling happily. Her lavender robes, altered to fit her figure, flared out at the ankles, looking like a Muggle cocktail dress. Her feet, clad in silver heels, clopped very ungracefully as she went down the stairs.
"You look beautiful," Harry said, the awkwardness gone as he smiled at his date.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Amanda said coyly, winking. Harry took her arm and started to lead her to the door.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron said suddenly, sounding concerned.
"I don't know, Ron," Hermione said stiffly, "Let's just go."
"Well, if you're sure..." Ron said, the concerned tone fading slightly.
The couples exited the common room and headed towards the Great Hall, which looked amazing. Well, at least to the girls (and Ron, who didn't really notice. He just thought Hermione looked amazing, and had eyes for none but her). Harry nearly gagged as he saw the floating Cupids, who were flying about on feathery wings and tossing rose petals about. It brought about less-than-happy memories from last year's Valentine's Day at Madam Puddifoot's. Harry shook his head to take these thoughts out of his head and let Amanda lead him to a table by the windows of the Great Hall. He looked up at the ceiling, which was currently an array of rosy pinks, reds, and purples. Amanda's brown eyes followed his gaze.
"It's beautiful, isnt it?" Amanda asked, her face in awe.
"Um, yeah," Harry said.
"Let's dance," Amanda said suddenly as the band began, yanking on Harry's arm. Harry stubbornly resisted.
"Harry doesn't dance," Hermione said, laughing. Harry looked at her gratefully.
"Fine then, I'll just have to teach him!" Amanda said happily, tugging his arm so strongly that he was caught off guard and jerked up off his seat. Harry groaned under his breath.
Amanda took his hand and led him to the dance floor, where happy couples such as Cho and Micheal Corner, Lavender and Seamus, where dancing as well. Cho cast him a brooding glance, her blackish-brown eyes shooting daggers at Amanda's back.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed, turning towards the door.
Ginny had arrived, her long vividly red hair down her back, in immaculate emerald green robes. Next to her was a boy. A certain grey-eyed, blond-haired boy that is.
Ron stood up from his seat, his fists clenched.
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Author's Note: *meep* Don't hurt me...hope you liked it, and hope you had a charming Valentine's Day, the likes of which I didn't have. Remember to review, or I'll send some Blast-Ended Skrewts on loan from Hagrid on you!
Godzlittlegirl: Sorry I didn't hurry. Like I said, I have major procrastination problems. ^_^*
ThunderStorm-8: Thanks, I'm glad you like this. And thanks for sending me the Ron/Hermione petition! I signed it all right...
Scarlet Priestess: OMG, we share the same special talents! I'm a dork too! o_0
Quill-angel68: Yeah...'Mione did overeact a bit, neh? Oh well, glad you liked the chapter, and glad we're pen-pallys again!
Love 'n' stale candy hearts,
Amanda/ Firefly
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: I don't own him. We all know who "he" is. No need to elaborate, I should think. J.K.R., the goddess does. Thank you. Do not sue.
Author's Note: The next long-awaited Valentine's chapter. I am such a procrastinator. Valentine's Day was LAST weekend, lol. And now, with no further ado...
Chapter 12: A Happy Valentine's Day to You Too, You Git!
Hermione's eyes widened. "You WHAT?" she whispered disbelievingly.
"I love him," Ginny repeated, her face void of emotion.
Hermione got up and swept out of the room, giving her one last look before she shut the door.
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The castle was in a frenzy the day of the Valentine's Dance. The sky was a perfect blue, and the weather was fairly warm for a February day.
And the girls were fairly annoyed.
"I can't figure out what to wear!" Amanda grumbled, tossing her robes out of her trunk in every direction. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"How about your *dress robes*?" she asked, sniggering, holding up a light-purple coloured item. Amanda wheeled around.
"It's not that easy, 'Mione, you don't know how STRESSED I get when it's time for a formal occasion! You should have seen me at my old school...THERE'S NOTHING TO WEAR!" Amanda said in a high-pitched voice, sounding nervous.
"Just wear them," Hermione said, tossing them at the brunette.
"Fine," Amanda replied grumpily, pulling them carefully over her head.
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Harry and Ron sat at the edge of their respective four-posters.
"Do you think they're ready yet?" Harry said in a hollow voice.
"Mate," Ron said, raising his eyebrows, "The dance doesn't start for another 5 hours. So at 7:00, we'll pick them up."
Harry sighed. "Luckily we don't have any classes today. Otherwise, we'd have missed them all, just bloody sitting around doing nothing."
"Have fun," Ron laughed, "I'm going to play Quidditch. Want to come?"
Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "When have I *not* wanted to play?"
"Fair point," Ron said sheepishly. The pair trudged off to the Quidditch pitch, brooms under their arms.
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Seven o'clock finally came, and the girls were *finally* ready.
Harry and Ron waited 'patiently' in the common room, both looking very dashing in their dress robes; Harry was wearing grey; Ron was wearing green, and looking like a poppy in a maroon field. But, a very handsome poppy. [A/N: ;P]
Ron looked up from the rose he was to give his date, and stood dumbstruck. Hermione looked stunning.
Her face, sparkling with a kind of inner light, was framed by her no-longer frizzy hair, which was in delicate chocolate-brown ringlets, bouncing down around her face. Her amber-coloured eyes sparkled, her lashes long and curled, her eyelids shimmering with pink eyeshadow. Her lips were crimson, and little flecks caught the light from the nearest candelabra. Her creme-coloured dress robes, which looked to be made of the softest satin, shone magically, swishing around her ankles as she walked down the stairs.
Ron mutely handed her the long-stemmed rose, taking her arm.
"Thanks," Hermione mumbled, blushing.
"You look great, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah..." Ron murmured, his sapphire eyes stuck on hers.
"Ahem," a voice called from the top of the stairs.
Everyone in the common room looked up. Amanda blushed, then called, "I'm not trying to be the center of attention, but I didn't spend over three hours getting ready for nothing."
"Well, it was worth it," Harry said, grinning shyly. He was right. Amanda's face was flushed pink, her brown eyes framed by long lashes and a ring of smoky grey eyeshadow, making her look uber-mysterious. Her long brown hair was up in a bun, fragrant lilacs (bewitched to stay fresh the whole night) circling it. Two strands of hair fell into her eyes, which were sparkling happily. Her lavender robes, altered to fit her figure, flared out at the ankles, looking like a Muggle cocktail dress. Her feet, clad in silver heels, clopped very ungracefully as she went down the stairs.
"You look beautiful," Harry said, the awkwardness gone as he smiled at his date.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Amanda said coyly, winking. Harry took her arm and started to lead her to the door.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron said suddenly, sounding concerned.
"I don't know, Ron," Hermione said stiffly, "Let's just go."
"Well, if you're sure..." Ron said, the concerned tone fading slightly.
The couples exited the common room and headed towards the Great Hall, which looked amazing. Well, at least to the girls (and Ron, who didn't really notice. He just thought Hermione looked amazing, and had eyes for none but her). Harry nearly gagged as he saw the floating Cupids, who were flying about on feathery wings and tossing rose petals about. It brought about less-than-happy memories from last year's Valentine's Day at Madam Puddifoot's. Harry shook his head to take these thoughts out of his head and let Amanda lead him to a table by the windows of the Great Hall. He looked up at the ceiling, which was currently an array of rosy pinks, reds, and purples. Amanda's brown eyes followed his gaze.
"It's beautiful, isnt it?" Amanda asked, her face in awe.
"Um, yeah," Harry said.
"Let's dance," Amanda said suddenly as the band began, yanking on Harry's arm. Harry stubbornly resisted.
"Harry doesn't dance," Hermione said, laughing. Harry looked at her gratefully.
"Fine then, I'll just have to teach him!" Amanda said happily, tugging his arm so strongly that he was caught off guard and jerked up off his seat. Harry groaned under his breath.
Amanda took his hand and led him to the dance floor, where happy couples such as Cho and Micheal Corner, Lavender and Seamus, where dancing as well. Cho cast him a brooding glance, her blackish-brown eyes shooting daggers at Amanda's back.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed, turning towards the door.
Ginny had arrived, her long vividly red hair down her back, in immaculate emerald green robes. Next to her was a boy. A certain grey-eyed, blond-haired boy that is.
Ron stood up from his seat, his fists clenched.
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Author's Note: *meep* Don't hurt me...hope you liked it, and hope you had a charming Valentine's Day, the likes of which I didn't have. Remember to review, or I'll send some Blast-Ended Skrewts on loan from Hagrid on you!
Godzlittlegirl: Sorry I didn't hurry. Like I said, I have major procrastination problems. ^_^*
ThunderStorm-8: Thanks, I'm glad you like this. And thanks for sending me the Ron/Hermione petition! I signed it all right...
Scarlet Priestess: OMG, we share the same special talents! I'm a dork too! o_0
Quill-angel68: Yeah...'Mione did overeact a bit, neh? Oh well, glad you liked the chapter, and glad we're pen-pallys again!
Love 'n' stale candy hearts,
Amanda/ Firefly