A/N- AHHH! It's…it's…it's CHAPTER 63! It's been sooo much fun writing this story, and I can't believe this is the last chapter. I know, I know, say it isn't so! But it's the best place to end it, unfortunately, and I wouldn't want to carry it on and have it lose its appeal. But never fear! I assure you I'll be back with more stories soon (maybe, maybe a sequel, you never know). So read on, one last time, and pretty please, REVIEW!
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This is the last A/N, I swear- Just wanted to say thanks again, and um ;:starts crying cuz I'm gonna miss writing this and all you guys:; I love you guys! I'll miss you! Okay, now enough of me being sappy, on with the story!
"Oh I bet I know," Ron said, looking from Hermione to Harry and back, "I bet it was that camera-toting prat Colin Creevey. You know, the one who's obsessed with Harry?" Hermione giggled at Ron's choice words to describe the president of the Harry Potter fan club. "No Ron," she said gently, "I seriously doubt it was Colin. I'm pretty sure the only one he wants to take pictures of is Harry."
Harry snorted at the mention of Colin. He was extremely annoying, and extremely obsessed. "Wait a minute…Fred and George?" Harry asked, remembering that it had been their idea to have a blind date show in the first place. Besides, taking secret pictures and then posting them definitely seemed like something that the two of them would do. Ron nodded eagerly next to Harry. Fred and George seemed like very likely candidates. But Hermione shook her head. She didn't think it was them.
"Oh! I bet it was Hagrid," Ginny suggested, to the amusement of everyone around them. "Hagrid's bloody huge!" Dean commented, saving Hermione the trouble, "How would he be able to hide from us all and take pictures?"
"Well then it had to be Sirius or Lupin," George suggested, joining their conversation from a few seats away. "Wasn't us," Sirius grinned, walking by with Remus at just the right time, "We just saw the fabulous pictures the mystery photographer took of us. Sexy, and I'd be proud to be the one who'd done it, but trust me, you've got the wrong guys."
"Well then who is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, annoyed that he wasn't able to figure it out. "Who's missing?" she replied coyly, leaving everyone within hearing distance to look around and see who wasn't there.
While everyone was looking around to see who had taken the pictures, Professor Dumbledore stood up, a bemused smile on his face. "If I could have your attention—" he began, but was cut off by Ron suddenly yelling, "Neville! It was Neville! He was missing all night, and he's not here this morning either!"
"Control yourself, Mr. Weasley," Professor Dumbledore chuckled, "I'm sure I know what you are accusing Mr. Longbottom of, and I assure you, I will address that issue in good time. But if I may have everyone's attention, please, I would like to say a few words."
It was an acknowledgment to Dumbledore's greatness that, despite the murderous looks on the faces several members of Slytherin house, he was able to make the whole Great Hall fall silent within a minute. Unfortunately, having it remain silent while Sirius was in the room was more of a challenge.
"Who took the pictures? Who took the pictures?" he asked eagerly, earning an evil glare from Snape, who was sitting on the other side of Professor Lupin, "Oh, and while you're at it, Professor, I think I left my clothes down in the Great Hall last night, do you happen to have them with you?"
Dumbledore sighed good-naturedly. "I had a house-elf return them to Professor Lupin's room for you. Now, if I could get on with my announcement?" he asked pleasantly, and Sirius finally fell silent as well.
"Well," the Headmaster began, "I would like to thank everyone who participated in Blind Date for a hilariously entertaining show. I watched it back myself early this morning, and found it most enjoyable. I also appreciate that most of you were on your best behavior at the Spring Ball last night."
"Oh! Oh! I wasn't!" Colin yelled proudly, giving Cho a wink to remind her of their snogging in the Prefect's Bathroom. Dumbledore silenced him with a finger, while many of the students in the Great Hall looked at him angrily. They were so used to seeing Colin with a camera that it seemed only natural that he should have been the one to have taken the pictures.
"Hey! I didn't do it!" Colin exclaimed nervously, "Look! There's a picture of me taking a picture of Harry! I can't take two pictures at once! At least not if I'm in one of them!" The angry eyes of the room seemed to fade away. Annoying as he was, Colin had a point.
"Colin speaks the truth," Professor Dumbledore said seriously, though he couldn't help sniggering at the earnestness with which Colin explained the situation, "But before I announce who the real photographer was, I would like to voice my astonishment at how fast rumors travel around here. For example, the outrageous idea that I myself took the pictures disguised as a cleverly hidden mop. But no, it was not I who took the photographs."
"Then who was it?" Sirius asked, and the question was echoed around the hall. "The photographer was none other than—," Professor Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by Ron, who was so proud that he had figured out the mystery that he shouted, "NEVILLE!" at the top of his lungs. Professor Dumbledore paused for a moment to laugh, and the rest of the Great Hall took this opportunity to join Ron in shouting Neville's name.
"No," Dumbledore said when the noise died down a bit, "It was not Mr. Longbottom. The photographer was none other than one of Hogwarts own alumni, the sexy co-host of Blind Date, who you all thought went home after the Blind Date show but you thought wrong, BILL WEASLEY! Come on down!"
Grinning proudly at his part in the madness, Bill Weasley jogged over to where Professor Dumbledore was standing at the staff table and took a bow. "I'd like to take this opportunity to say thanks to whoever supplied alcohol and raging hormones to this lot," Bill said, pumping his fist in the air and giving Sirius a run for his money as sexiest guy in the room, "Because those are some seriously incriminating pictures, if I do say so myself."
"BILL!" Ron exclaimed, outraged that his own brother had been the one to take such an embarrassing photo of him during Truth or Dare. "I wouldn't push it, Ronnie, I have a whole roll of undeveloped film," the oldest Weasley brother smirked, winking. Ron shut up instantly, and turned away from Bill to put his arm around Hermione, who was seriously annoyed that she had been wrong about who had been taking the pictures.
"Wait. If Bill was the one taking the pictures, then where has Neville got to? I didn't see him all night, and he's not here this morning, either!" Harry asked, confused. At that moment, Hagrid walked into the Great Hall, carrying a very frightened-looking Neville.
"Ye lookin' fer this bloke?" Hagrid asked, giving a little snigger as he set Neville down on the floor next to the Gryffindor table, "I found him hiding in me pumpkin patch all last night. Said he was right afraid to leave, so I let 'im stay fer tea this mornin'. Said summat about a group o' Hufflepuffs wantin' some lovin' from Longbottom?"
All eyes turned to the Hufflepuff table, where Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, and several other Hufflepuff girls who had blushed when Neville had come in were sitting. They each gave Neville a cute little wave, exchanged embarrassed but fluttered looks, and went back to eating their breakfast.
"Don't let them fool you, guys," Neville voice rose about two octaves as he tried to explain his trauma from last night to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindors sitting around them, "Seriously…they only look sweet and innocent. I'm afraid I'm never going to be the same again…I'm scarred for life, I tell you!"
"You're not the only one," Harry said, thinking of his Suck and Blow experience with Draco Malfoy, "You missed a lot while you were out in that pumpkin patch. I think a lot of people are going to be scarred for life after last night."
That was the general consensus around the hall. Lucius Malfoy kept looking from Cissa to Snape and shaking his head. Draco had already vowed to himself to be extra harsh to Harry to make up for their little snog the night before. Cho had decided never to go within ten feet of Colin Creevey ever again.
Snape, of course, had burned his pink boxers, while Ron had hidden Hermione's red thong at the bottom of his trunk for safekeeping. Meanwhile, Lupin couldn't manage to look at Sirius without getting a little bit turned on, though he couldn't quite remember why.
"Personally, I think it was a night to remember," Fred said, very pleased with his and George's efforts. His twin nodded fervently, in complete agreement. Professor Dumbledore too inclined his head on the matter, and shot Professor McGonagall a meaningful smile as he did so.
"To a night to remember!" Sirius said, sniggering as he raised his glass of orange juice in a toast, "Now, what say we do it again next year?"
THE END --- Blind Date Harry Potter Style ---by BeachBum754 --- 4/26/03-8/30/05 --- THE END
