summary: a ball along with a talent show...what could be better? what kind of secrets will be revealed through the night? and how? please R&R!

disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter..maybe the plot..if it has already been done before, don't kill me!

CHAPTER 1

"A ball and a talent show! Wow,"Hermione said. "That should be awesome."
"Cool,"Ron agreed. "Are you gonna do anything?"
"Maybe,"Hermione answered. "What about you?"
"Don't know,"Ron said with a shrug. "It's still two weeks away."
"Who are you thinking of asking?"Hermione asked with a small grin.
"Don't know, why?"Ron answered.
"Oh, just curious."
Ron shrugged again. "I don't know. At least I won't be wearing that maroon trash again."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about your new robes! What colour are they?"
"Orange."
"That would look nice with your hair."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Hey guys, wait!"
Ron and Hermione turned around to see Harry catching up to them, waving his arms.
"Hi Harry,"Hermione said, smiling at him.
"Hi,"Harry said.
"What were you doing?"Ron asked.
"Malfoy,"Harry answered, rolling his eyes. "He just won't leave us alone."
"Never mind him,"Hermione said. "He's old."
"Ha,"Ron said. "No wonder. Maybe's he's getting white early! That's why his blondeness is fading!"
Hermione laughed. "No, he's just white-blonde."
"I knew that."
"So, what did Malfoy do this time?"Hermione asked.
"He said nobody would go to the ball with me because I'm so ugly I can't even get a date off a calender. That's the lamest thing I've ever heard!"
"No kidding,"Ron agreed, "what kind of creep would think of that
"Just ignore it!"Hermione said. She was getting tired of hearing about Malfoy.

A few days later...

"So, Ron, who are you going to the ball with?"Hermione asked again.
"Why are you always asking this?"Ron said.
"I'm not ALWAYS asking this, I'm just curious,"Hermione said innocently.
"I don't know,"Ron said, "I was thinking about that cute Japanese girl, Hikari Yoshida."
Hermione snorted. "Are you kidding? She's never even met you!"
"Yeah, well,"Ron said, "she could start to get to know me."
Hermione shook her head in disbelief.
"What?" Ron asked. "What's so wrong about that?"
"Nothing, nothing,"Hermione answered, "it just seems strange...that's all."
"Well, at least I didn't go to the ball with an eighteen year old when I was fourteen!"Ron said back.
"Yeah, at least I KNEW him,"Hermione argued.
"Ha! Not really!"
"You just don't like Viktor because he's famous!"
"That's not true! I don't hate Harry, and HE'S famous!"
"Whatever, Ron! You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"I'm not hiding anything, Hermione! You're just assuming!"
"I am NOT assuming, Ron! I've been your best friend for nearly six years, and I can tell!"
"Well if I WAS, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I?"
"Yes you could! We're best friends! Friends tell! Duh!"
"Well friends don't have to tell each other EVERYTHING!"
"Maybe not, but it would be nice if you did!"
"I don't have to because you want me t-"
"what are you fighting about NOW?"Harry interrupted. "I'm trying to work, you know."
"Hermione's being a wood pecker again,"Ron said, "pecking her way through everything she wants."
"I am NOT, Ronald!"Hermione snapped.
"That's it, I'm moving somewhere else,"Harry grumbled, and took his homework up to his dorm.
"Stop acting like you know everything!"
"Guess what, Ron, I DO know everything! At least, everything there is to know about magic in sixth year."
"You just like to rub it in on everyone, don't you?"
"Shut UP, Ron!"

A/N: review and I'll put the next chapter up soon!