Chapter 7

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Well, here it is, in Ron's pov. I thought it would be fun to write, so here goes nothing...

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I looked at my clock. I'd better meet my date now. I said I'd meet Eloise in the entrance hall.

I smiled. I was so happy I asked Eloise. Not only was she quite pretty, but Mione would know that I had matured; only last year I refused to go with her because her nose was crooked. Sure, it's not very strait now, and she's still got a bit of acne, but who cares? She's very sweet and lovely, and that's what counts.

Whoa, listen to me. I sound like a whole new person. Maybe I am.

"Are you going to tell me your date or not?" I asked Harry jokingly, but he looked a bit scared.

"Ha ha," he said.

"Well, it's not like you're taking Hermione, or my sister or anything, is it?"

"He he," Harry laughed weakly, and I couldn't see the joke. And he had gone a bit pale. "Sh-shouldn't you have met your date by now?" Harry said.

Uh-oh I needed to go now.

"Tell me!" I said, walking out the door.

"Eh," Harry said, redoing his tie.

Weird. It's not like he was taking anyone I knew very well. What was the big deal?

I spotted Eloise as soon as I entered the great hall. She was looking pretty cute in a black number. Not as cute as Hermione would, I said to myself. Shut up, head!

"Hi, Ron," she called out, and I rushed over to her. "You look nice."

Well, at least I wasn't utterly repulsive.

"Yeah, you look great, too," I said. I looked round. Where was Hermione?

Eloise and I started some small talk and I was still looking for Hermione over her shoulder. But the hall kept filling up and I couldn't see her even if I searched through the crowd; there were just so many people...

I laughed politely at one of her jokes. In this lighting, you really couldn't see any of her acne, and her nose looked perfect. I was actually really glad I took her. Maybe if I don't show Hermione that I've changed, at least I've shown myself how mature I could be.

I cricked my neck – was that George? That means Hermione must be here, somewhere...

"Hey, can I show you my friends?" I asked, and she nodded. I put my arm around her shoulder and steered her over to where Hermione should be, unless she moved. It felt... normal to touch Eloise. Why do I have to be nervous around Hermione?

"They're somewhere over here," I said, but I wasn't quite sure. "Um..."

"Sorry, but I don't know who you're looking for..." Eloise said, and I laughed.

"It's..." I said, but I cut myself off. Hermione was standing next to George in a bottle green dress, looking absolutely stunning. Her dress came in a wide 'V' and it hugged in her waist and clung on to her hips, showing everyone else what I already knew; that she was beautiful. The dress stopped just below her knees, and I could see her wobbling in her green stilettos.

"Hi," Hermione said to us, and I was completely lost for words. I mean, she was already beautiful, but she had excelled that tonight...

I thought I should tell her.

"Hey, Mione, you look... absolutely beautiful," I said, and she blushed pink. I knew I was blushing already...

"Thank you," she said. "And you look great tonight, as well," I don't believe I thought she was telling me for a minute!

"Thanks," Eloise said. "I wasn't sure if this was my colour, though."

Urgh, girl talk.

"It looks good," Hermione said, but she was looking at me as if seeing me in a whole new light. Had my date really made her see how much I've changed? Hermione was smiling at me in an odd way, and I got kind of sidetracked.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that, Mione," I said, as I realised I hadn't introduced Eloise "This is my date," Ron said. "Eloise Midgeon."

"Ron," Eloise nudged me. "We sit near each other in ancient runes. I know her already."

Oh. How thick am I?

"Yeah, I know her," Hermione said, and I smiled.

Somewhere McGonagall rang a bell. It was time to go in.

Then I saw Harry and Ginny, and I involuntarily growled.

"What?" Eloise said.

"My sister," was all I managed to get out, whilst my best friend's tongue was down my little sister's throat! Was this his date? Why didn't he say? I could feel myself getting angry and I forced myself to calm down.

I walked into the hall with Eloise in my arms. I was going to be a good date, even if it did mean dancing... and trying to forget about my friend playing tonsil tennis with my sister.

I sat down on a table.

"Did you know about this?" I demanded Hermione and she smiled. I sat down and Fred and Ange shortly joined the table.

"No," Hermione said, smirking. She's lying! ... But she was so adorable, I only went:

"Humph."

Music came on, and I reminded myself that I would have to dance. But then I saw the menu appear (almost by magic) and I realised that I was hungry. And I couldn't dance on a full stomach, could I?

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Well, there's Chapter 7. This is longer than I thought – it was supposed to be only three chapters. I guess having no actual plot line threw me off the scent. But anyway...

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