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Chapter Two:
Reviving Another Hogwarts Tradition
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After everyone had finished eating at dinner the next night, Professor Dumbledore stood up. Immediately the entire room fell silent, that is, except for a few sneering Slytherins, Malfoy included. "I have an announcement to make that will probably excite many of you. This year we will be reviving an old tradition at Hogwarts."
"Think we did enough of that in fourth year," muttered Harry under his breath to Ron. That year was painful enough to remember, without reviving any more Hogwarts traditions.
"On April 24, there will be a Spring Ball held here, in the Great Hall, open to all grades. This will be the first time in almost three decades this Ball will be held. As the first and second years most likely do not have dress robes, I shall be changing the appropriate dress code to include Muggle clothes. The Professors have asked me to remind you this is just this one time, and you will be expected to return to your school robes on the following day of class." Dumbledore's eyes held their trademark mischievous twinkle. "I encourage you all to ask your sweethearts to this dance, and of course the Head Boy and Head Girl shall lead us in the first dance. You are all dismissed."
Dumbledore looked over at the Gryffindor table, at Harry and Hermione. They were Head Boy and Girl, and he wanted to make sure they understood their duties for the Ball. As Dumbledore's eyes met Harry's, he gave him a mischievous smile that matched his eyes.
Harry looked away quickly. He doesn't know, does he? I figured it out myself barely twenty-four hours ago. Have I really been that obvious?
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Back in the common room later that night, Harry talked to Ron after Hermione went to bed.
"So now that I finally admitted it to myself that I like her, how am I going to tell her that?"
"I dunno what's so hard about it, mate. I told you she likes you, too."
"Yeah, but how can you be so sure about that? I mean, what if I tell her I like her and she ends up not liking me back? That would certainly ruin our friendship, at least from my point of view."
"Harry, you're forgetting something. Hermione's my best friend, too. I know for sure that she likes you."
"She told you that she likes me? And you didn't tell me?" asked Harry in disbelief.
"Of course not," replied Ron.
"Then how do you know?"
"I looked in her diary, of course!"
"Oh! Wait, how did you get up the stairs to the girls' dormitory?"
"Well, you know…" said Ron, turning red for a reason unknown to Harry. "I have my sources."
"Oh," said Harry, finally getting it. "There's more going on between you and Lavender than I know, isn't there?"
"Yeah, we're going out. But don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Alright, I swear, but then help me figure out how to tell Hermione that I like her without embarrassing myself to no end."
"Well isn't it obvious, mate?"
"Obviously not, or I wouldn't be asking you," said Harry with disgust.
"Ask her to the Spring Ball; duh! Not as clever as we all think, are you, The Great Harry Potter?" said Ron teasingly.
"Oh shut up, won't you Ron? I'm going to bed now, I guess."
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Okay, so this chapter wasn't longer. But I promise the next one will be!
Oh, and sorry, but last chapter the little dot things that break up scenes didn't work.
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