Well, finally the new chapter is up! Thanks for your patience everybody and for your support!

Thanks to you, Sib, my beta, your suggestions were great! g

Disclaimer: I still do not own anything, that is obviously from Harry Potter. But this story and some of the characters are mine! Have fun and leave a review, please!

Oh, andsorry for the abuse of some names of famous people, but it was just too much fun!

On Saturday, the long promised and desired day, the school was buzzing and trembling. There was giggling and joking, crying and screaming everywhere. Even the library was not the usually very noiseless room, but rather a meeting place for groups of girls and boys, who talked about the "most important" things for one last time: hair, make-up, shoes, their dates, etc. This fuss was getting on Madame Pince's nerves, of course (" This is a library not a café!"), but she had to accept it ("It's only for today, only for today, only for today…").

The time till afternoon seemed to run backwards and then, finally, at about 5 o'clock, the first girls disappeared into their dormitories to get ready for the huge feast ("Why do they need so much time?" wondered the boys.).

Everybody was excited- well, of course, some people were not. Especially Harry felt like he had reached the bottom of his life and would not be able to rise again.

At 7.30, he went up to his dormitory, changed into his dress robes and tried to bring an order into his messy pitch-black hair, but he gave up this attempt very soon. Why did girls always say that they loved his hair? It was so untidy! How can anybody love that? Harry knew that he would never understand girls.

Then, at about 7.45, all students were either gathered in their Common Rooms or in the Great Hall to meet their dates.

You could hear the boys' "Wow"s (the girls looked really gorgeous in their coloured robes) and many giggles from the female students throughout the school.

Harry was waiting for Hermione at the foot of the stairs to the girls' dormitories. When she came down, Harry could not suppress an admiring look and a noiseless whistle.

His friend beamed over her whole face and she was really an eye-catcher in her dark-blue and shining dress and some sparkling, golden bracelets. Her long hair looked smooth and shiny, just like it was on their first ball 3 years ago. She really looked wonderful.

Not only Harry was staring at Hermione, but also several other boys and especially a certain redhead, who stood in a dark corner of the Common Room in order to hide his angry look and his scarlet-coloured head.

Jealousy was burning in Ron. Not Harry should be waiting there for Hermione, but he! And Hermione should not smile at Harry, but at him! Life was really unfair! How could his so called best friend go to this ball with Hermione? Why had Harry said "yes"? This was his first problem, and then, there was Gin, of course.

Harry offered Hermione his arm and smiled at her. Even though he felt that this was not right, he smiled at her. He knew that the only person, he wanted to go to the ball with, was Ginny Weasley.

And then, SHE entered the stairs. For Harry, it didn't seem like Ginny was walking down the stairs, but rather floating. She looked pretty in her dark dress with the tender golden chain around her neck. Her light skin was a wonderful contrast to the dark dress. She had curled her long smooth red hair and fixed some streaks of it with a glittering barrette at the back of her head. The curls were flowing over her right shoulder like the soft waves of water in a river. The dress was really tight and so, it underlined Ginny's femininity, which their school uniform was not able to do, of course.

This sight was really breathtaking for Harry and he could not take his eyes off of her. His heart sank into his feet and then, rose to his head. There was a prickle in his stomach. He really felt butterflies! He had always believed that this feeling could not exist and that he would never be able to find it. But there it was!

All the other boys in the room were paralysed, too. They had never seen Ginny like that before. She had always been Ron's little sister to them!

Ginny was quite nervous because almost everybody in the room was staring at her. Did she look that bad?

She saw Harry at the foot of the stairs, offering his arm to Hermione. How she wished to be Hermione now! Harry looked good in his dark dress robes and with his messy hair. She felt the strong desire to touch it and look into his wonderful eyes.

Then, Harry started to stare at her, too! She tried to find out what his look meant. Was it anger? Hatred? Pity?

Her heart made a huge sentence when she walked past him. She really wished to embrace him and go to the ball with him, but instead, she looked away and left the Common Room.

Ron could not believe his eyes. He could not believe that he had just watched his sister leave the stairs and the room. She looked completely changed. It was the first time in his life that he thought that his sister was pretty – and that was even more worrying for him!

He immediately left the room after her. He would follow her during the whole evening and make sure that Walter kept his hands off her. This was not a great problem for him because he had not asked a girl to go to the ball with him. How could he? Hermione was the one he wanted to go to the feast with and nobody else!

After Ginny and Ron had left the room, Harry found back to real life. He tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but Hermione knew better. "Tell her and everything will be all right!" she ensured him. But Harry only smiled a sad smile and led his friend out of the room.

"Tell her! But how? It sounds very easy, but it isn't at all!" the 17-year-old thought.

Finally, all the couples gathered in front of the closed doors of the Great Hall, which were opened exactly at 8 o'clock, and everybody rushed in to get a good table.

The Great Hall looked fabulous: Golden candles were floating in mid-air, the big tables were gone and there were many small tables at the right side of the Hall (the table cloths were golden), the left side was occupied by a huge stage (the Fantastic Fosters would be their band for tonight!) and the middle of the room was empty- obviously the dance floor.

When everybody was seated, the huge feast began. Dumbledore spoke some words before, as he always did, and when he raised his hands, the empty tables magically filled with the best meals you can imagine.

It would have been a great evening for the friends if they hadn't felt that unhappy.

Now, it was Harry's time to stare at Ginny and Ginny's to ignore his looks. Ron sat on a table next Ginny's and watched her closely, but – something he would not even admit to himself- he also could see Harry and Hermione from his seat. Hermione felt miserable because Harry was quite busy watching Ginny and also Ron. Ginny's friends had much fun (Sab's date was Leo, of course, and he gave her Italian nicknames; Flo had been asked by Greg McEwan, who shared her obsession for movies; Melli's date was Prad Bidd, one of the handsomest guys you could find in Hogwarts) and Gin really tried to enjoy the evening with Walter, but she always felt Harry's stare in her stomach.

Still, many other boys were staring at Ginny, too, and she felt quite nervous because of that, but it was easier to ignore them than the boy she loved.

Susan Nasty walked past Ginny's table several times and she always looked like she wanted to say something really, but somehow she couldn't. It was not easy for her to understand that Ginny looked wonderful and that she got the most (male) attention in the whole Hall. There were just weak attempts like this one: "What spell did you use to transform yourself from ugly to beautiful?" But that was too easy, of course, and Ginny answered without even looking at Susan: "Obviously a better one than yours!" That's why the Slytherin-girl always left the table with a cloud of smoke over her head.

After the meal, Dumbledore opened the dance by waltzing through the room with Professor McGonagall. Afterwards, most of the students ran onto the dance floor (but they didn't waltz, of course, they rather showed very modern-looking moves that you can also see in wizcos).

Walter asked Ginny to dance with her and she agreed in order to get out of Harry's sight. She felt really sorry for Walter because she knew that she was using him, but somehow he seemed to know because he always looked at her with a very sad smile.

Harry didn't feel like dancing at all, but he knew that Hermione would expect him to ask her. If she wasn't able to feel really happy, she would at least pretend to be and try to get Ron's attention like that. But that seemed rather difficult because the eyes of the just named boy rested on his sister Ginny and her date Walter.

So, there were four very unhappy people dancing through the Great Hall and wishing that the evening would end soon. Hermione thought about hitting Ron to draw his attention to her, Harry could do nothing but stare at Ginny and that's why he stepped on several feet without realizing it, Walter was disappointed because his date was the most beautiful girl in the Hall, but she showed no interest in him, Ron wanted to hit Walter because he was touching HIS sister (inside of him, he hit himself because he couldn't look away from his sister, but he also felt like hitting Harry) and Ginny wanted to vanish into thin air and forget everything.

But then, something happened: the pairs Ginny/ Walter and Harry/ Hermione crashed into each other and instead of going on dancing, they all stood there, on the dance floor and stared at each other.

Ron, who, of course, didn't miss that, tried to get past all the dancing couples and to approach the four others.

In at least three of them, a tornado of feelings was storming.

Hermione was full of anger. She thought about the best spell to kill Ron.

"Why can't it be over, why can't it be finally over?" Ginny wondered. Harry now stared directly at her and that's why she stared at the floor. She felt the heat rise in her again and she knew that she would soon look like a tomato.

But Harry could not stop looking at her. Everything in him wanted to touch her, hold her hands, be her boyfriend. But there was something that held him back. He still was angry because she had asked Walter to go to the ball with her. "Maybe she stopped being in love with you because you were such an idiot!" Harry thought.

After some more seconds, Harry could not suppress the butterflies in his stomach any longer and walked over to the girl he loved. He took her beautiful face in his hands and kissed her passionately on her soft lips. A feeling of happiness was filling his body.

But if you think that this is already the happy ending of the story, then you are really mistaken. The evening had just begun…

To be continued...