On the school board, a large poster was recently pinned on.
On 12/24, Hogwarts will be having a Christmas banquet.
Feel free to wear comfortable clothes.
Note that students of all ages are permitted to this banquet.
Consider this as a banquet for a hard worked-and much more-year.
Don't miss out on this rare event of your wonderful teacher giving you guys a banquet! Cheers- Sora Lee
"A banquet? But with NEWT's and this being our last year, will we have time for a banquet?" Ron asked to nobody, but many 7th years nodded in agreement.
"Especially with other teachers still piling homework on us for the "holidays""
"Oh, come on guys, it took so much to convince Dumbledore to let me give you guys a banquet!" Sora's voice was heard. Ron turned red, for she probably heard what he said about having no time.
"You guys will come right?" Sora asked. Some boys began to nod. "Come on, it's just one night. I mean, it's not like you guys are going to be studying 24/7 over the break or anything..." Sora had them convinced. It was probably her ridiculously short skirt as well. "Alright, then, I'll see you then!" and she walked away, happily.
The banquet
In Harry's dormitory.
"Well, at least we dont have to wear dress robes." Ron said in retrospect.
"Yeah, but mine was okay." Harry said, pulling out his nice pants.
"You guys! You guys!" Neville burst in. Without giving the boys a chance to ask Neville what the big news was, Neville blurted," Draco Malfoy gave Hermione an apology letter and a love note!"
Harry and Ron's jaws dropped. Did that mean...
"Well, what did Hermione say?" Ron asked forcefully.
"...I don't know, thats not the main reason I came here." Neville stuttered. "I just got a message from SORA--- that she want everyone to dress casually, in their coolest outfit."
"You mean muggle clothes?"
"Yes. Lots of it."
"Sweet." Harry smiled.
"No, it's not sweet. I don't have any except that stupid maroon sweater with the 'R' on it." Ron pouted.
"Want mine?" Harry offered.
Ron grinned. "Yes."
"Gosh, Ron, you could have just asked."
"Sorry."
In the girl's dormitory.
"Hermione! Let me see!" Ginny pestered.
"No, it's none of your business." Hermione said, pulling out her dress.
"Come on, everyone knows that Malfoy's got a crush on you."
"Really!" Hermione gasped.
"Duh, word travels fast around here."
"Hm..." Hermione thought. Suddenly, the door burst open and Sora walked in.
"Just what I thought. Dresses. What have these people taught you? I bet you dont even have CLOTHES in your trunk right now." Sora said, annoyed.
"Well, they aren't very nice... and these are the best we have, so we really have no choice."
"Why do you think I'm here?" Sora said. She went back outside, and came in pulling a rack ofostentious muggle clothes. There was a variety of clothes, from jeans to leather, silk to velvet, miniskirts to long gowns, tube tops to turtlenecks.
"Take an outfit for and give it back or else I'll take 30 points from your house, give you month's worth of detention, and keep you from going to any school treats, including feasts."
"Thanks Sora."
At the grand staircase.
Hermione stood on one side of the stairs, and Harry and Ron were on the other side. The entire school has changed from same to fashionable. Harry and Ron had trouble looking for Hermione.
"Harry! Ron!" a girl called out from the crowd. Harry and Ron focused their attention to one chick waving her arms in the air.
They guessed that was Hermione.
"Hermione? What happened to you?" Ron stammered.
Hermione happily twirled some of her straight brown hair around her finger. She tugged her dark brown tank.
"Oho! That's no way to greet your friend!" A girl skipped over to the trio.
The red hair gave her away. There was no other red-headed girl in the school.
"Ginny! Where-" Ron freaked out when he saw his transformed little sister.
"Sora let us borrow her clothes. Aren't the nice?"
"Yeah. I love them."
"Harry? Earth to Harry?" Ginny snapped in front of his face.
No response.
Harry Potter liked muggle clothes.
Then, thedoors opened and the night of fun, party, and disasters began.
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It was 10:07 P.M, and the banquet had just begun. Music blared, students danced, and they could all easily have said that this was the wildest night in Hogwart's history.
Yet, Hermione Granger was bored. Harry and Ron just sat and tried to catch a glimpse of Hermione. Ginny was too busy with the boys.
'And this is supposed to be fun?' Hermione asked. 'I wonder if there would be anything interesting for me here.'
Her answer came when Draco Malfoy came in.
She could have died laughing. He was dressed in muggle clothes, and messed up his hair to give himself a 'cool but new-to-muggle-clothing' look.
'Never mind, this will be a fun nigh-' her thoughts were interrupted by silence. Half of the population in the great hall was focused on the door. Half the population being males. It came to her senses who it was before she even saw her.
Sora Lee had walked in. She looked drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was black with brown highlights and curled at the ends. She wore a black halter top, a pink off-shoulder sweater, and a pink and black plaid miniskirt. Every single male's jaws fell. She walked up to the mike, and exclaimed.
"Alright everyone, LETS GET THE PARTY STARTED!"
Harry's POV
Hermione looks so good in her outfit. But when Sora came in, man, I can't keep my eyes off her. Do I like her? Am I just attracted to her? But what about Hermione? I don't know if I can risk our relationship. I mean, it's not like she's my girlfriend, but last year ended, and we both knew we liked eachother. Now, Sora comes in and I have a feeling that I should go to her. An urge.
Ah... damn my hormones.
Why is Ron looking at Hermione?
Ron's POV
I don't know if I should tell Harry about my feelings for Hermione. I know they are not girlfriend and boyfriend, but they like eachother. Still, for one hour, Harry's been looking at Sora. I mean, she's great, but Hermione, wow. I really like Hermione. Hermione will never accept me. She's just, too good for me I guess. She thinks I'm some dirtbag. I'm not even on Lavender and Pavarti's "Hogwarts Top Two Hearthrobs." Yea, Hemione will never like me. I'm not popular like Harry. I don't have a chance.
Hemione and Draco, now that, I'll never allow it to happen.
Draco's POV
Father's not here, but the Dark Lord is. He will kill me if he found out that I'm in love with Hermione Granger. I love this girl, but the Dark Lord is pressuring me to go to another. I don't want to be on the Dark side anymore. I really never was. Sora. Maybe she can help me.
Regular POV
20 seconds before midnight. All the students gathered around the clear sphere. The countdown began.
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-and the sphere dropped, and everyone yelled, "Merry Christmas!" It was a night to remember, and the events were amazing.
Amazing as Harry Potter dancing with Sora.
Amazing as Ron Weasley running out the door.
Amazing as Draco Malfoy sliding his tongue into Hermione's mouth.