Chapter 1
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Summary: This is a short story about a ball (I know, it's been done before, so kill me), in the fifth year, and Fred and George have not left. And, as a warning some characters will be a bit ooc. This is my story, and I wanted them like this. So... buttons.
(Hermione's pov)
"But, seriously, Herm, what are you going to wear?" Gin asked me, when I was lying on her bed with a book in her hand. Ginny was holding up dresses in front of the mirror, deciding which one to wear; like it mattered – whatever she's wear she'd have guys all over her.
"I don't know, Gin," I said for what seemed like the billionth time. "I might not even go."
Ginny dropped all the dresses she had been holding up in front of herself.
"You might not what?" Ginny asked. "You can't not go!" She ran her hand through her hair, looking at me like I was a freak. Then she looked at me knowingly and nodded slowly. "Is this because you don't have a date?" she asked.
I dropped my book and looked up at her for the first time in the conversation.
"No, it is not," I said indignantly, though I knew I had to do with that a little bit. It wasn't that I hadn't been asked; Terry Boot from Ravenclaw asked me, and so did a Hufflepuff, but I turned them both down. Why? Probably because I was stupid, but I knew it was because I wanted to be asked by a totally different person, who I couldn't even tell Gin about. Because it was her brother.
"Because I can totally get you a date, Herm, I'm sure someone will want to go with you –"
My heart sunk when she said that, and Gin clapped her hands around her face.
"I didn't mean it like that, Herm, I really didn't. Oh no, I feel like such an idiot – for Merlin's sake, Herm, you have guys looking at you everywhere! Of course you can get a date, I don't even know why I said that –"
"Gin," I said, and she looked me. I knew she was sorry. "Firstly, its fine, and I forgive you, and secondly, 'Herm' is such an ugly name, just call me Hermione."
"'K" Gin said, and picked up her clothes. I thought back to what she said. Guys weren't looking at me everywhere, were they? I mean, I had controlled my hair a bit, and I had finally grown in the chest department, but I still wasn't anything special...
(Ron's pov)
I looked around the common room. All I could see were stupid couples making out, or girls talking about that bloody ball.
Man, I hate balls. Why does there even have to be one? This makes it two in a row. Yuck.
Suddenly, an image creeps into my mind. Me, at the ball, dancing with Hermione. I smiled to myself, but quickly straitened my face out. I hadn't told anyone about me liking Hermione more than friends, and that was the way it was going to be.
I propped my head up with my hand, and spotted two more people come into the portrait hole. Great. All I needed now.
"Hey! Ron!" Fred and George call out together to me. How on earth do they do that?
I was going to ignore them, but I had learnt my lesson from ignoring my before. Man, I did not like spending the day as a canary, being their advertisement for their bloody creams.
"What?" I grunted.
"Why so blue, little bro?" Fred asked, pulling a face like a monkey. I didn't answer.
"Shouldn't you be ever so happy?" George asked, and I had a bad feeling about where this was heading.
"And why is that?" I said.
"Because this ball is the perfect opportunity for you to ask darling Hermione out." George said. My head, which was previously in my hands snapped up.
"What?" I said, my insides dancing. How did they know? And, as if right on cue, Hermione walks into the common room with Ginny, rolling her eyes. Did she get new hair, or something? Well, she only looks hotter – if that's bloody possible. "What – what makes you think that I-I like her?" I finished, not as smoothly as I would have liked.
"Ooh, our little Ronniekins is in denial!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. They must have been so happy, poking fun at my misery.
"I'm not in denial, I just don't like her like that," I said, praying they'd believe me.
"So you're absolutely, 100, positively, sure that you don't like her that way, and there's no way that you want to take her to the ball?" George asked. What was up with all the questions?
My mind flashed a picture of me and Hermione dancing, kissing when the song ended. How thick were the twins? Why were they playing with my mind?
"Nope," I said, though my head was screaming to say yes.
"OK then," they both said in unison, and walked off. My eyes followed them, and to my horror Fred went to the dorms (that's not the scary part), but George went over to Hermione, said a few words, and then kissed her hand.
I practically jumped out of my seat, but then I sat down, whilst I remembered. I didn't like Hermione like that, did I? Well, not according to the rest of the world, at least.
(Hermione's pov – btw this happen whilst Ron is talking, and the two bits overlap. Catch my drift?)
"Gin, even if I was to go, then I don't have a dress." I said, trying to think of a way out of any of the questions.
"You can borrow one of mine; I'm about your height." Gin said earnestly, and I couldn't help but smile. She really wanted me to go.
"What's the hype, anyway?" I asked. "And why won't you tell me who you're going with?"
"Because he really means a lot to me, and if you're not coming, then I'm not going to tell you who it is." She smiled and poked her tongue out with me, and I had to admit that I wanted to know who meant so much to her.
"OK," I said, knowing I would regret it.
"OK, what?" Ginny said slowly, just in case she thought she had heard wrong.
"OK, I'll come, but only if someone else asks me. And no, "I said, because Gin opened her mouth, "You cannot help them. They have to voluntarily ask me."
I thought no one would ask; I really did.
"Thank you!" Gin yelled, swinging her arms around my neck, "and someone will ask you, I know they will!"
Apparently, she didn't want to waste anymore time, because she shoved some lipgloss onto me, and waved her wand over my hair.
"GIN!" I yelled. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said, and she showed me a mirror. I have to say, I really liked the hair, but I wiped off some of the lipgloss she had put on me when her back was turned.
"Now, let's go and get you a date!" she cried, and dragged me out or my dorm and I rolled my eyes.
"Gin, I am not going to get a date just like that," I said, snapping my fingers on the last word.
"Yeah, you will," Gin said, and I noticed her staring.
"What you looking at?" I asked her carefully. She hadn't found me a date already, had she? I didn't want her to; I wanted to go with Ron...
"I bet," she said slowly, "I bet Ron would go with you."
What did she just say? I can't have heard her right – did she actually say Ron?
I was just about to open my mouth, but I was still searching for a witty comment. Just then, George strolled over.
"Hey," he said, and I suddenly realised how close he was standing to me, and I blushed. Ginny walked away, leaving me alone.
"Hi," I said, smiling, and I moved to go away and join Ginny, but George grabbed my hand. I looked at him enquiringly.
"Hermione, you are so pretty," he said, and I didn't believe one word of it.
"Ha-ha," I said turning away again. How low would those two go? "Funny joke, but you've had better –"
"I mean it, Hermione." I looked into his eyes, still aware of how close we were. Where the hell was Ron? And why wasn't he saying any of this? "Go to the ball with me," he said, and I looked into his blue eyes and I'm pretty sure he wasn't faking.
"OK," I said, and he grinned widely. I realised how his smile was different to Ron's, and how much I preferred Ron's. But I had a date; and he really seemed earnest. He kissed me on the hand, and it sent shivers up my arm.
Maybe the ball wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Heya guys, I know this is a lot different to any of my other stories, and that this has been done over and over again, but I thought of an idea, and now I'm writing it. This one will be another short one, but I'm hoping to make it good .
Ooh, and as well, George isn't trying to use Hermione, and all the stuff he says to her is genuine, eg, you look pretty, but he is doing this so Ron gets a move on and asks Hermione out! He is not using Hermione!
Review, as per usual!
Ps. My apologies to lilacbookstar; I never told you about this story. Oops.
