A/N- You wanted it, and after much too much time, you got it! Blind Date HP Style II has finally arrived…but be warned. Much madness will ensue, in the form of rowdy party games and masquerade-y goodness. Also, I have to warn you that I may be slow on the update, because I have a ton to do. But don't give up! I promised this story, and it will come. So read, review, and pull up a lounge chair and wait, but get ready for a wild ride.

A/N- Thanks so much to imissdumbledore, who has rocked my world through constant support and reviews. :grins:

Blind Date HP Style II- The Valentine's Masquerade

By BeachBum754

"Harry, come on wake up, we're going to miss it!" Ron whined, banging Harry with his pillow for the third time. Harry rolled over and looked at the time. "Ron, its 6:00am, what could we possibly miss at 6:00?"

"Dumbledore said he was making a special announcement! I bet it's going to be for some sort of dance! Come on, Harry, let's go!" Ron said, already pulling on his shoes. "A dance?" Seamus Finnegan asked excitedly, sitting up in his four-poster, "Bloody hell! Let's go, Harry, move it!"

"Whoa. I just had major déjà vu," Harry said, finally getting up, "What the heck? I feel like this already happened or something…" Dean and Seamus looked at him skeptically, but Ron began to nod as if he had some clue what Harry was talking about. "Yeah," he said, and then with more confidence in his voice added, "Yeah. This has definitely happened before. I remember saying the exact same thing like, almost a year ago…"

Surprisingly, it was Neville who finally realized what they were on about. "The Spring Ball!" he exclaimed, instantly blushing at the memory of last year's unforgettable dance, "When you guys played Blind Date and all that! Remember? Fred and George's great idea, all those crazy pictures, me hiding in Hagrid's pumpkin patch all night?"

"I had almost forgotten about those pictures," Harry moaned, trying desperately to make his hair lie flat and now forget again about that awful picture of him and Malfoy. "I don't suppose Hermione ever forgot," Ron reflected, as his girlfriend still blushed sometimes when someone said the word 'nervous.'

"Hey!" Seamus shouted in an attempt to snap them all back to the present, "D'you think maybe we should go down and hear what Dumbledore has to say, or are you planning on reliving this whole dance thing for the rest of the day?"

"I'd rather not relive it ever," Neville commented. He still hadn't recovered from his horrific Hufflepuff encounter, "Let's go downstairs. I'm starving."