A/N: Hi everyone! Well, I hope you're enjoying my story so far, because sometimes, I get temporary writer's block and I end up having to spend quiet moments in my room just trying to think of a next scene in the story, so I don't know whether the story came out well. Lol yes, I handle writer's block very strangely (well, to me at least it's weird). Thank god for my beta jellyjay, I don't know what I'd do without her.
Disclaimer: I have five bucks in my wallet, but I doubt that'd be enough for me to buy over Harry Potter. So yes, back to square one. Me, still not owning Harry Potter…curses.
Meeting Him
It was the last lesson of the day and everyone was excited because of the ball; the teachers had given up on quietening down the class, so if you walked into a senior's classroom, you would see everyone talking and messing around.
Hermione was, of course, infuriated.
"This is absurd! This year we have NEWT's and everyone is slacking off just because of some ball!" She shouted.
Harry and Ron laughed.
Harry said, "Come on 'Mione! Loosen up a little; this is a rare chance. It's not everyday that you get to slack off because of some event and teachers have even given up trying to make you quiet."
Hermione glared at Harry and decided to read Hogwarts: A History for the umpteenth time.
The bell rung and immediately everyone ran out of the class, eager to change and get ready.
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Hermione took a shower and put on the dress. While she was doing that, someone knocked on her door.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"It's me 'Mione." The person replied.
Hermione sighed in relief; she knew she was useless at looking good without Ginny there to help her.
She walked over to the door, opened it and asked, "Gin, could you help me do the ties up at the back?"
Ginny rolled her eyes and tied up the straps; Hermione was, once again, gasping for air.
"Is-this-really-necessary-for-it-to-be-so-tight? Can't-you-tie-it-normally-and-still-have-Ron-ask-me-out?" Hermione said while gasping for air.
Ginny realised that she had done the straps up too tight so she loosened them and said, "Okay, maybe that was too tight, but you still needs to show lots of cleavage. Ron will definitely think you're pretty," – Hermione blushed when she said that – "he'll just be too afraid to tell you that, but with you looking like this? The guys will be all over you and he'll get jealous. That'll definitely make him ask you out."
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Really." Ginny assured her.
Ginny led Hermione to the chair in front of the dresser and sat her down. She thought for a moment then tied Hermione's hair in a messy, but elegant, bun. She put clips with diamonds on them in Hermione's hair and left curls hanging from the side of her face. She did her make-up – light blush, light bronze eye shadow, pink lip gloss – and they were ready to go.
They both walked to the entrance hall in silence, Ginny was wondering what Harry was dressed up as since he decided to make it a secret, and Hermione was wondering whether Ron would actually ask her out; she wasn't anxious, oh no, she was fearful.
When they reached the entrance hall, they saw Harry standing there dressed as The Phantom of The Opera.
Ginny smiled and kissed him.
When they were done, Harry turned to Hermione and his jaw dropped.
"'M-M-Mione, is that you?" Harry asked, although Harry seemed to be talking to Hermione's chest rather than her face.
Hermione's face went a bright shade of red – brighter than Ginny's hair, and said, "Umm…I should go look for Ron, I'm sure he won't be hard to find."
When Hermione walked off, Ginny yelled at Harry.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, HOW DARE YOU STARE AT HERMIONE LIKE THAT! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
Harry was scared out of his wits.
"I-I'm sorry Gin, but it's just such a big change, I couldn't help staring. I promise I will never do it again." He said.
Ginny calmed down a little and looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Really?" She asked.
Harry put out his pinkie and said, "Pinkie promise."
Ginny was genuinely puzzled by this and Harry laughed.
"You put out your pinkie, hook it with mine, and we shake. Muggles do it to seal a promise." He said.
Ginny smiled and said, "Okay, pinkie promise."
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Hermione entered the Great Hall and looked around. By now, people started noticing her and guys were whistling out loud, only to have their girlfriends whack them on the back of their head.
She walked forward a few more steps and a pair of cold hands turned her around. She came face to face with a suit of armour.
"There you are! I was looking all over for you!" She said.
"You-you were?" He asked.
"Yes I was silly." She said.
"Wow, you're looking…hot." He said.
Hermione blushed for the second time that day.
"Err, thanks." She said.
They stood in silence watching people for a few minutes then he asked, "Umm…care to dance?"
Hermione smiled and said, "Sure."
They walked to the dance floor and started dancing.
"Geeze, it's so hard to dance in this stupid suit of armour." He growled.
Hermione laughed, "I'm very sure you'll get used to it." She said.
She looked around; people were looking at him oddly but not questioning who he was.
"No one knows it's you, you know." She said.
"Yeah, I realise that. By the way, thanks for making me feel better with that talk." He said.
"What talk?" She asked.
"You know. The talk after I told you that everyone will be mocking me at the ball. You said that no one will know it's me." He said.
"Oh that. "Hermione said.
She realised what he was talking about and smiled.
"Your welcome."
After dancing for a few more minutes he asked, "Do you want to go outside for some fresh air?"
Hermione nodded and they walked outside.
Dun dun dun!
Just to let you know, there is a reason why I called the person in the suit of armour 'he' or 'him' and not their real name, (wink wink). Can you figure out why? Oh wait, I think I already told you why…
Anyway, if you find mistakes, please tell me, because my beta wants me to be 'independent', plus her computer still can't send files, so she can't beta.
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