Today was the day of the ball.

Misty: Wait, no, we have to have stuff in between!

Disclaimer: we own stuff. And its good stuff to. We really like it. Billy doll! But we don't own Harry Potter. But we have the DVD. But not Harry Potter. And we have a Draco doll. But no Harry Potter here.

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Crabbe and Goyle were standing on a cliff.

"Wow. A cliff." Crabbe said.

"We travelled 400km so you could see a cliff? Are you crazy?" asked Goyle.

"Buh?" said Crabbe. Goyle nodded. They both shook each others hands. They turned to leave when suddenly Goyle slipped off the edge of the cliff. Crabbe managed to grab his hand before he fell. Now Goyle was hanging onto Crabbe's hand for dear life, hanging over the cliff.

"Don't let go!" cried Goyle.

"I wont!" cried Crabbe. He pulled as hard as he could but Goyle was too heavy.

"I'm slipping!" yelled Goyle.

"I won't let you die!" said Crabbe. Goyle looked up in distress.

"There's something I have to tell you Crabbe!" he cried. Crabbe looked down at Goyle, scared.

"I love yooooooou!" Goyle yelled out and finally slipped out of Crabbe's hands.

"I love you toooo!" yelled Crabbe, watching as his friend slipped out of his hands.

THUMP!

Goyle hit the ground and sat up, slightly dazed. He looked up to see Crabbe looking down from the top.

"How high did that sign say this cliff was again?" Goyle asked.

"Two metres." Said Crabbe.

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Gothy and Misty slapped their knees and laughed.

"Wow, what a punch line," Misty said, wiping her eyes.

"Yes," Gothy said giggling.

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Ron sat in the middle of Moaning Myrtles bathroom with the lamp sitting in front of him. He began rubbing the side of it.

"I want a broom stick, and a blow up sex doll, and a pony…"

The lamp lit up and a great big fat sparkly genie flew out.

"You can't have anything you want until you dance like a monkey…" he said in an ominous voice.

"Ok." Said Ron, standing up and he began to dance.

"Oh, and you have to kill your best friend." The genie added. Ron stopped dancing.

"Hermy? NOOOOoooo…." He cried. The genie hit him on the head.

"No! Harry Potter." He said. Ron sat down.

"Oh."

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It was the night of the ball. Crap-ass music was playing in the great hall and everyone was having a good time. But not for long…

A boy with glasses and dark wind-swept hair that covered a lightning bolt scar stood at the punch bowl. His bright green eyes watched the others as they danced. He looked around with a smile on his face. Colin Creevy approached him, dressed as a camera.

"He Harry why didn't you dress up?" he asked. A deep masculine voice answered.

"I'm not Harry. This is just my costume." Colin Creevy slowly backed away.

Suddenly the doors burst open. Two mysterious feminine figures entered the great hall. They wore great flowing gowns and small delicate masks on their faces. They were both fairly tall, one with brown hair and the other black. The students were in awe.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, I don't even know you."

"They're beautiful."

"I want to marry them!"

Draco Malfoy stood to one side and watched as the figure on the left entered. He approached the girl and asked her to dance. She gracefully nodded and they went onto the dance floor.

Griffin had noticed the girl on the right and also felt the wonder as they entered. He approached the other girl and asked her to dance, who also accepted.

"Damn, those bitches have stolen our men, hommie!" Misty cried from the sidelines, wearing a bright yellow bee suit. Gothy, who was wearing a big pink bunny suit, threw a tomato at the girl dancing with Draco, which missed and hit the Harry Potter look-a-like.

"By the way, those girls AREN'T us." Gothy said to the invisible camera. Both girls nodded.

"Don't take drugs." They said. "Stay in school!"

Suddenly three people dressed as turtles walked by.

Misty: O.o

Gothy: O.o

Everyone: O.o

Harry Potter (the real one) was dressed as a knight over in the corner. Suddenly a girl approached him with flaming red hair. She wore a long red dress with a black corset. Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked in a squeaky voice.

"You're purdy." He replied. The girl grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the floor. They danced for a while. Suddenly an orange fell out the front of the girl's dress. Harry picked it up.

"You dropped this." He said. The girl burst out in tears and fled the great hall.

"I wonder who that was…" Harry pondered out loud.

Outside the great hall

Ron stood outside the great hall, tears down his face.

"Now Harry will never love me!" he cried, his red dress and black corset getting tear stained. He quietly bit into his other orange (Incase you're stupid, Ron was the girl Harry was with).

"And if I want my sex toy I have to kill him!" he cried. Two first years that had been walking past heard him and ran off screaming.

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Gothy: I want a pony.

Misty: me too.

YAY.

THE END IS COMING SOON!