Summary: Many different perspectives on different and bizarre relationships. HG/BZ, GW/DM
Authors Note: I like music, meat, mice, macaroni, men, Milo and being addressed as 'mi lady'
Fake Disclaimer: I own everything. J.K. Rowling robbed my dreams years ago and is now making a fortune out of my originality. Which is exactly why I now sit here and make a mockery of her, wait no MY, characters.
Chapter Four – The Return Of Longbottom
"Down the paaath and up the hill came the wee little fairies to tell this tale…" Neville sang loudly in the shower. He had never had a particularly good voice, but did it matter? Nobody was left anyway…or so he thought.
"Always thought you were a pansy Longbottom!" a snide voice called from the shower cubicle near his. Zabini… he would always remember that arrogant voice.
"What are you doing here Zabini? You're not a prefect!" Neville spat back angrily, he had always disliked the Slytherin, but now that he was making his objective of Hermione quite clear Neville loathed him.
Blaise laughed heartily. "Aww…don't get your knickers in a twist Gryffindor, just having a quick shower before class…in fact I'm quite done now"
Neville scowled to himself. "Make sure you don't use these bathrooms again or I'll, I'll take housepoints off!"
Infuriatingly Blaise just chuckled. "Come'n Longbottom, you're just iffy with me coz I'm after you're girl!"
As Neville washed his kiwi fruit and mint shampoo out of his hair he vowed to ask Hermione to the ball before that prat could.
Ginny rushed up to the breakfast table, face flushed with excitement she sat down next to Hermione and took a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"What on earth is up?" Hermione berated her.
Ginny gulped in some air and whispered. "It's out Mione! It's out! Blaise Zabini is officially after you!"
Hermione choked on her toast. "WHAT?"
Ginny clamped her hand over her mouth, noticing the rest of the halls occupants giving them curious looks.
Hermione blushed. "What do you mean Ginny? Where did you hear that? Who? It's probably just lies, it's all lies, he wouldn't be after me that's absolutely ridiculous."
Ginny giggled. "They say he's going to ask you to the ball!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nobody ever asks me to the ball! In FACT Ginny, whoever the next person is that asks me to the ball, even if it is Zabini I will say yes to!"
Ginny eagerly shook her hand, "DEAL! Because Mione, I know for a fact that Zabini Is going to ask you, I heard from Luna, who heard from D…Malfoy…who heard from Zabini himself!"
Hermione smiled to herself, so Blaise would be the next person to ask her to the ball.
OOOOHHHH how wrong she was!
Harry glared at Ginny all morning. He loathed her sometimes. Stupid slut. Even though she was Ron's sister she would flirt with anyone who had a dick! She was supposed to be going to the ball with HIM, which meant she wasn't allowed to make any intimate contact with other males prior to the event! DIDN'T SHE KNOW THE RULES!
Luna Lovegood watched him from a distance. Suddenly Harry turned around and locked eyes with her, his eyes showed anger but as he spotted her they softened and he grinned slightly. He gestured for her to come over and Luna did so, for the first time in quite a while unable to know the reasoning behind his actions.
"Luna" Harry greeted her warmly.
"Harry" she replied.
There was dead silence.
"So…" Luna began trying to break the silence.
Harry looked her up and down then blushed when he saw she'd noticed.
"You're friends with Ginny aren't you?" Harry stated.
Luna rolled her eyes, so it was about Ginny.
"Yes" Luna replied simply, adding a touch of frost to her tone.
Harry nodded, looking in the distance, "So if she is going to the ball with me why is she over there flirting with Malfoy?" Harry demanded abruptly.
Luna quickly glanced over and grinned at the sight of Draco and Ginny talking. "YES" her mind screamed Draco would be happy even if they were arguing. She broke her gaze off them and looked at Harry, "Would you answer something for me, Potter." She began rudely…"You don't even like Ginny so why on earth do you care what she does?"
Harry's mouth didn't seem to be working.
Luna glared at him. "SO before you take it out on Ginny, or me, or anybody else for that matter why don't you have a good long think about the way you treat other people because honestly I couldn't give a stuff whether you defeated Voldemort or not if you treat my friends badly!"
Harry watched her walk out of the room and sat down to do some thinking.
Neville smoothed his top down and quickly wiped his teeth with his thumb before setting off to find Hermione. She wasn't hard to find, always in the common room studying!
He stopped behind her and indulged himself in the scent of her hair for a moment before she noticed he was standing there. She smiled up at him and asked, "Yes?"
Neville croaked slightly. It was now or never. At least now there weren't too many people around to see him get rejected.
"Uhh…Iwaswonderingifyou'dgototheballwithme" he sped through.
Hermione frowned, she thought he might have just asked her to the ball, but she couldn't be sure.
"Sorry Neville didn't quite catch that?"
Neville's face had turned bright red. "I was wondering whether you'd go to the ball with me?" he repeated.
Hermione felt something sink in her stomach.
"…In FACT Ginny, whoever the next person is that asks me to the ball, even if it is Zabini I will say yes to!"
She HAD to say yes, it was a matter of a wizarding deal! But…but…she knew Neville liked her, if she said yes he'd think he had a chance with her and to be brutally honest, he didn't. He was a nice boy, yes, but…but…Neville wasn't the prince from a fairytale.
Hermione plastered a smile on her face, she had no other option.
"I'd love to go with you Neville…"
Authors Note:
OH NO! Whatever will our young Blaise do when he finds out Hermione is going to the ball with NEVILLE? And what was going on between Draco and Ginny? Does Luna have feelings for Harry?
Please, review, I beg you.
And as a carry on from last chapter, who is your LEAST favourite character. It is quite obvious that I don't like Neville very much…he is sweet though…I guess.