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Chapter 8 The girls bathroom
Anna and Ron were standing beside the dance floor when the four champions passed by with their respective partners, Ron couldn't take his eyes off Hermione; she was making a point of not looking at him, and failing miserably at the attempt. Harry looked pale as he headed to the dance floor and Anna thought it was now about time to lend him a hand, she pulled her wand out discreetly, ducked as if she had dropped something and did a non verbal spell at Harry. He immediately felt as if every step he took dancing released a surge of warm and happiness inside him as if he had eaten large quantities of chocolate after a dementor attack, he smiled and to Parvati's great delight he seamed to greatly enjoy dancing even though he wasn't brilliant at it.
"Harry really looks better doesn't he?" Ron spoke to Anna not noticing she was just reincorporating herself.
"Oh yes" she winked "If I forget about it just remember to do a finite incantatum on him once the ball is thru" she smiled broadly.
Ron stared at her "You didn't!" he looked back at Harry "You did" he sighed defeated.
It was time for everyone to dance, Anna took Ron and headed to the dance floor, she whispered in his ear "Don't stop looking at her"
"What? I'm NOT!" Run blushed ears and all.
"Well that thing your not doing, don't stop doing it" she smiled.
Ron didn't say anything but did as he was told, he had enough experience with Anna these last couple of days as to know not to argue with her.
Hermione felt his gaze on her, she was fighting every impulse of her body not to look back at him, but couldn't help her eyes wonder.
"He is such a prat, he's not even looking at his date…he's looking at me, he won't stop…oh that twit!" her mind was going a mile a minute.
After a few minutes of this staring contest a slow song started.
Anna opened her eyes wide "Showtime" and once more pulled her wand out gently and whispered to Ron "Twirl me slowly"
Ron broke the eye contact with Hermione and took Annas hand, as if in slow motion she gave half a turn and when Hermione was straight in her sight she threw a hex straight at her bum, before she completed her turn and returned her wand innocently to her pocket.
Hermione felt as if someone had spanked her, she turned around furiously but found no one accountable for it, then just as her nerves calmed down she felt an intense urge to pee. She told Victor she'd be right back and headed out a quickly as she could without looking silly toward the bathroom.
Anna saw her dash and quickly said to Ron while following Hermione with her eyes "It started, head out, you know what to do" she gave a gentle excited squeeze at Ron's arm and followed Hermione in long hurried strides.
Once in the girls bathroom Anna had to fight back an urge to scream in frustration, it was like trying to walk into a beehive, girls were buzzing everywhere, performing makeup charms, correcting their hair, and mostly just talking ferociously. She may had knocked over one or two girls without caring looking for Hermione's feet. She finally found her stool and headed quickly into the next open one knocking a girl out of her way simply saying "It's urgent!", before this girl could answer the door of the stool Anna had dashed into swung open again revealing and empty space, a white barn owl carrying a letter landed on Hermione's shoulder just as she had flushed the toilet.
"What?" Hermione examined the letter the owl brought, sat back down and took it, again it simply read "Mione" she again recognized Ron handwriting and opened it to find a note and another closed envelope; she read the note.
"Mione I know it's too late now, I know you can't back out on Krum, but I need to know, if we'd had another chance, would you take it? Would you have chosen me? If the answer is yes, open the other envelope; if not, just give it back to the owl she'll know what to do.
Love
Ron"
She read the note three times straight, her mind boggled at the sight of words such as "chosen me" and "love", she then took the unmarked unopened envelope in her hand and stared at it as if she could muster up the power to make it see-through. Then she looked at the owl who simply nibbled gently at her hair as if telling her to go on and open it, she did...
