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On wit chapter 3
It was later that night. Harry and Hermione were doing Rounds around the castle to make sue everyone was in bed. They had
Caught Malfoy and Ginny doing the dirty in the charms classroom.
'Well, I'm not going to speak of this to Ron but when he finds out I hope it pisses him off.' Harry thought.
"So you and Ron have tiff"
Yeah, but…He. I don't know Hermione. Something's changed. He isn't the same. You know how… well we like to have this
Image that we are the most desirable, that we can get any girl you know? And it seems as though Ron's trying to compete
with me. I don't know what to do. He doesn't like that…"
"What Harry? What doesn't he like?"
"That I asked you to the Yule Ball."
Silence hung in the air.
"Oh Harry don't worry it's just brotherly feelings, not like Ron's in
love with me." Hermione laughed
'Brotherly feelings my ass." Harry thought.
"You'll get over this and be friends again don't worry."
"I dunno it seems like we're done, like he wants nothing to do with me."
"Harry you sound like a girl that's just lost her boyfriend."
"I have lost my boy…friend, my best friend…"
"Do you…want to go dancing?" Hermione asked. "I mean we
could go to Three Broomsticks. At night it turns into the Club
Blue Mirror…You can get your mind off of Ron, and practice
dancing with me"
Harry looked at Hermione peculiarly. 'And how does she know about this club?' He thought.
'Ernie or one of her old boyfriends must have taken her there.' a nasty voice said.
"I guess we don't HAVE to go we could practice in an empty classroom?" She said.
'Why did I ask him that what possessed me to ask him that.'
"I would love to go, I've never been clubbing before." Harry said.
'Gods I thought he wouldn't want to. THAT would have been embarrassing.'
"Well, come on I'll race you o our rooms we can't go in pajamas." Hermione said running off.
Harry
Like she's going to beat me. I chased after her and she locked her door. So I went into my room.
What does one wear to a wizard's club?
I grabbed a black collared shirt, slacks and a tie.
"Harry you aren't going to a funeral." Hermione said from behind me.
I turned around.
"Wow' I said. "You look beautiful."
She blushed. She was wearing a long black skirt and a red top. With spiky heels.
She made me love spiky heels.
"Do I look alright?" She said grinning.
"Don't fish for compliments it isn't attractive."
"Harry lose the tie you look too sweet."
"I look too sweet, when we get in there you'll be lucky that every guy in there won' jump you."
"Come on Harry let's go. Other wise they won't let us in."
"Hermione it's 11:00. Already how long are we going to be there?"
"We'll see."
"Hermione How do you come to know so much about clubs I never would have thought of you as clubber." I asked.
My favorite book worm seemed to have more than a few surprises.
"Well, Harry last summer when we were staying in Diagon Alley, you know I met Joli, and well she introduced into the world
Clubbing. Her mother owns all of the wizarding clubs in London and hogsmeade. You know the Mirror. Magic mirror, Ice mirror.
Wicked Mirror. They love mirrors as you can see. You were always too busy with Ron. And well I felt left out."
"How come you never told me?"
We were in the secret passage that leads to Honey Dukes cellar.
Hermione pushed open the trap door and started to pull her self up.
"Here allow me." I said I put my hands around her waist and started to lift her.
Hermione
'Oh My God he has his hands around my waist... and what big hands they are,' a nasty voice added.
'I am such a pervert.'
"Thanks Harry you really didn't have to." He had just pulled himself up.
"It was my pleasure." Not everyday I get to wrap my hands around a beautiful girl." Harry grinned. He was looking right into my
Eyes with a mysterious excitement running through them.
"The pleasure was all mine." I added silently in my head.
My body burned where he had touched me.
"Daine Bones?" I asked killing the mood.
'Ughhh I mentally hit my head against the wall.'
Harry gave me a strange look and started to go up the stairs.
'What is wrong with me there is no way in Hell that am falling for
the Boy I Can't Have Cos He's My Best Friend.'
"Hermione are you coming?" Harry called from the top of the stairs.
"Yes, just give me a minute." I called up swallowing and trying to regain my composure.
'This is not happening. You're just feeling lonely. You just broke
up with Ernie and Harry's being your Rainy Day Man.
'Yeah but you never felt this way before.' The nasty voice said.
I followed Harry through Honey dukes.
"Do you ever get the feeling that a nasty voice is in your head
Harry. Because if that voice isn't me and I am going crazy I'll
throttle it someday." I said catching up to him.
"It's okay Hermione, I get it too. It's extremely perverted." Harry
said looking relieved.
'I guess Nasty had paid him a visit.'
"You have no idea." I muttered.
"Here we are." I said cheerily.
We stood outside three broomsticks their was a short Indian
man standing at the door.
"We're friends of Joli." I said to short man.
"He looked up at me and said in an accent." Aren't ve all? Say
the poem if you van't to get in. You are aware that tonight is
couples tonight. And I can tell that this young man is not vith you."
"We're together." Harry says. He kisses my temple and puts an
arm around my waist.
"Hold on a second Harry it's a bit long but it will get us in. Free of
charge. Free of I.D.
I start to say:
"I close my eyes, and hope that you might see
me today.
"I wonder if I was a little more loud, a
little more pretty, a little more cute.
Or a million other, "Little mores . . ."
Would you like me? In that way?
Sitting near you in our small group, I feel
completely at ease.
But when your hand brushes mine. My heart, it
starts to freeze.
My girl looks over with a smile so glad.
"Can I ask him if he likes you?"
Just a simple little question
But I could lose something I never had.
I try think of someone that would like me in
that way. Yeah right. I try to think of
something new. It's just . . .
every time I close my eyes, all I see is
you."
"Happy now?" I ask short man.
He moves graciously aside and bows.
"Thank you very very much. Have good time. Joli is in the back
room vith a few friends. If you need her."
We step into the throbbing music.
"That is a long poem. It's nice though. Why does she make you
memorize it?" Harry said.
"You think so?" a voice asks from behind.
Not surprisingly Joli is standing behind Harry and me.
"I wrote it. I make my friends memorize it. That way they can
get in. After all Mum wouldn't want under age wizards in here.
They could be drinking, or shagging, "She says giving a wicked
grin, hiccupping into a cup. Which I know is NOT apple juice.
"Whose it about?" Harry asks. He is looking her over. I feel so
jealous.
I stand closer and wrap my arm around his waist.
Harry gives me a strange look, and pulls away.
"Whoever you want it to be." Joli says looking over her glass
meeting his eyes.
Great, he has The Boy Who's on the Prowl look.
"Harry we need to practice, There is no way that I'll dance in
front of the school with you otherwise." I say a little snappishly.
Harry is broken out of his Joli Reverie.
"Yeah, sure. You want to dance with us Joli?" To my horror he asks.
Joli looks at me gives me a grin which signals that she knows I
am jealous.
Shit.
She knows, which means Harry could know.
'What are you talking about?' Nasty voice is back. 'This is the
Boy Who Is Blind. He doesn't know shit.'
That is a valid point.
"No thanks but I'll owe you one. You need all the practice you
can get if you're dancing with Hermione." Joli smirks in my
direction
as a very good looking guy comes and whisks her to the dance floor.
"Is that Blaise Zambini that just walked off with Joli?" Harry says in
my ear, pointing.
"Yea I guess that is. Come on lets go dance." My head is spinning as I lead Harry to the dance floor.
What do ya think?
Chow Love
Da Queen.
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