A/N: Yeah, I know it's been a while, but um..... cheese is good? I saw Dodgeball, the movie with Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn.... It was pretty good! My favorite line: "It's time you put your mouth where our balls are." Peter.... Yeah, we were weird! Me and my friends, that is. Haven't really had inspiration for this story, writers block plus school starting and running taking all my energy. SCHOOL STARTS WEDNESDAY! P.S. That day has already come and gone... Yes, I am slow! Heart attack time. Anyways, on with the show!
"You're going with WHO?" Hermione asked the red-as-her-haired Ginny. (A/N: Haven't had much of her, might as well put her in here!)
"Blaise Zabini," she muttered. (A/N: Hey, the rumor says there's a nice Slytherin!)
"Your brother is gonna have a heart attack when he finds out Ginny," Vikky reminded her from across the table as she sipped at a smoothie- she had somehow been able to get her hands on one- through a straw.
"Ah, he can shove it up. . . well, he can shove it." Ginny's voice wavered slightly, as if she was afraid he would shove it. . . just his real foot into Blaise.
"Oh you go girl!" Hermione congratulated her with a grin. "Someone needs to tell him that." Vikky gulped nervously.
"You still LIKE him, right Hermione?" she asked nervously, but she remembered to keep her tone hushed so no one else could hear but the three of them. . Last week, while she was helping Harry with his homework, they had had a talk about Ron and how he liked Hermione and how Hermione liked Ron. Oh, it would be bad if she didn't like him
Hermione looked around just as nervously, but luckily, no one even looked as if they had noticed the question. "Yeah, but I was just SAYING, you know, he just gets a little too angry at times, that's all." Her voice was even quieter than Vikky's had been. Her cheeks turned a light shade of crimson, and Ginny giggled.
"I still can't believe you actually like my brother. I always thought you liked Harry," she muttered just as quietly.
"You're KIDDING!" Hermione cried, MUCH louder than she should have. A few heads turned, and her skin flushed a little bit more, but a glare from her made the heads return to normal. "You actually thought I liked him?" she hissed softly.
"Apparently not," Ginny muttered good naturedly.
"Come on, we have to get to class," Hermione scolded, standing up and picking up her book bag. The other girls stood as well, taking their bags as well. "See you at lunch Gin." Hermione waved to her, and Vikky smiled at her as they headed to Arithmancy and Ginny headed to Potions.
'At least Hermione doesn't like Harry,' Vikky thought. The whole conversation between Hermione and Ginny had made Vikky nervous. She would never admit it openly, but she did like Harry.
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"You haven't asked yet?" Harry chided as he and Ron sat at breakfast. They were both watching the girls, but neither would admit it.
"Dude, it's only breakfast time! What, did you expect me to have asked her last night or something? While we were sleeping?" Ron asked through a mouthful of toast.
"Well. . . no, I guess not." He sighed. Ron grinned after he had swallowed his toast.
"Well Mr. Anxious, have you asked Ms. Krum yet?" His eyes glinted mischievously
"Shut up Ron, we already established its only breakfast and neither of us has had a chance to talk to the giggling twosome who has kinda become the giggling threesome. . . don't think that way Ron!" Harry cried when Ron looked like he was about to choke on his pumpkin juice which he had just taken a sip of. "Just three girls who can't stop giggling. You know, Vikky, Hermione, and your little sister, Ginny."
After much coughing and choking, Ron finally managed to catch his breath. "Yeah, ok," he managed to say through his gasps for air. He glanced to where the girls had been sitting to see them gone.
"Come on Harry, we can't be late either," Ron reminded him. They stood up and headed to Divination, the class they had at the time Vikky and Hermione had Arithmancy.
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Lunch time came around, and by the nervous looks on both Ron and Harry's face, you could tell that neither had asked the girls about the ball.
"I was going to during History of Magic, but I couldn't get up the nerve, especially when they started to giggle after they looked at us. I think they know we want to, or they know something. I don't know, it's just bugging me," Harry said right before he dug into his huge lunch.
Ron nodded as he dug in as well. Half way through there mow fest (Ron was completely recovered from his pie eating expedition) Ginny sat down next to Ron. She sat out the rest of their eating habits as she ate a small sandwich a lot more presentably than they did.
Once he had swallowed his last bite and had taken a swig of his pumpkin juice, Ron finally turned to look at his sister in partial confusion. "When did you get here?"
Ginny sighed "About 5 minutes ago," she muttered, still eating the same sandwich.
"Well, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking at Harry for some back up. Harry held up his hands and shook his head, telling Ron he was on his own for this one.
"Well see, Ron, I got a date for the Christmas Ball," she said slowly.
"Really, Gin? That's great. Who is it?" he asked, his tone serious, almost cold.
"Uh, Blaise Zabini," she whispered.
"WHAT!" Ron roared, standing up, almost knocking his plate off the table. "You're going with a Slytherin?" he hissed.
"Now Ron, don't get mad. He's really nice. He says that if you want to beat him into the ground after the Ball because you think he treated me wrong, it would be ok."
"How about before the Ball before he has a chance to hurt my sister?" he suggested venomously.
"No, Ron. If you touch him, I will hex you into next week. Even AFTER the Ball. The only way you can hurt him is if I say you can. Are we clear?" she asked, glaring at him.
Ron stood for a moment, glaring back before he sighed. "Fine. I can't do anything about it," he murmured.
"Oh, Ron, I'm so proud you can accept it!" Ginny cried, standing and giving him a hug before she turned and ran out of the hall, to her next class most likely.
"I accept him as your date. Anything after that and I will kill him," he whispered under his breath, but Hermione, who had just came up from behind him, heard it. Secretly, she was awed by the protection he showed towards Ginny, but she knew that Ginny hated it. Personally, Hermione had always wished she would have had an older brother to look after her.
"Ron, you look absolutely peeved. Get turned down for the ball?" she asked with an innocent smile, which made Ron turn sharply, already turning as red as a raspberry.
"No," he muttered, sitting down. He looked up at her as she sat down and began to eat a normal paced lunch and opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again. Hermione swallowed the bite she had taken before she looked at him.
"Were you going to say something, Ron?" she asked innocently. Ron blushed again, but then he got a smidgeon of courage.
"Willyougototheballwithme?" he asked rather quickly. Actually, if you had asked Hermione, she would have told you he went at about the speed of light.
"What?" she asked, looking at him completely confused, which caused him to lean closer and whisper into her ear,
"Will you go ball with me?" Some of his words were lost as he had to take slow, deep breaths to stop himself from hyperventilating.
"OF COURSE!" Hermione nearly shouted. Luckily she kept it to a loud whisper. "I thought you would never ask," she whispered at a normal tone. Ron nodded mutely, a surprised and delighted smile on his face.
When Harry saw this and the way Ron was talking with Hermione, he mentally swore. Ron had done it. Now he was certainly going to get hexed. He still hadn't been able to get up the courage to ask Vikky, who had apparently come and gone while they had eaten. Her eating habits still hadn't returned to normal.
I have to do it tonight.
A/N: Yeah, pretty sure I finished this WAY after I started it.... School has started... Oh yeah, might have some bad news tomorrow or next day... And I won some Editor's Choice Award with some poem I wrote, it's gonna be on some CD... I don't even care!