Halloween was approaching and rumors were going around the school that Dumbledore was planning a Halloween dance. Although Lavender and Parvati pleaded with Hermione to tell them if the rumors were true, she refused to tell them anything.
A week before Halloween, Dumbledore made the announcement at lunch that there would indeed be a Halloween dance. In three days, there would also be a trip to Hogsmeade for third year and up so they could get outfits. Costumes were not mandatory.
"Yes!" Lavender exclaimed. She and Parvati immediately started talking about what color dresses they were going to wear. Hermione turned away from them and looked at Harry, who was seated across the table from her. He had a disturbed look on his face.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"It's just that my parents died on Halloween and I feel like I maybe shouldn't go to the dance."
"Harry, you don't have to take my advice, but I think that maybe you should go. Your parents gave their lives so you could grow up and have a good life. They wouldn't want you to mope around while other people are having fun." Hermione said sympathetically.
Harry looked at his female best friend. She had always given him good advice, so why shouldn't this be the same?
"Thanks, 'Mione. Maybe I will go the dance."
"Of course you should. Just think of all the poor girls you'll let down when you don't ask them to dance!" Hermione said with a smirk.
Harry laughed. "Well that's one way of looking at it." The two friends got up and left for DADA.
Ron watched them and smiled. Catching up with his fellow OM team, he told them about their newest plan...
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