Chapter Six- The worst Halloween dance ever

The past weeks had gone on uneventfully. Except for the fact that Anne's father was very happy (and amused) by the fact that Anne was Keeper.

Quidditch practice had gone pretty good, and everyone seemed to get alone. Wayne spent a lot of time giving her tips, and since he was a Chaser, they practiced stopping goals.

One person that wasn't very happy about that was Wanda McMahon. She had started to glare at Anne every time she passed by, and one day Chris told Anne that he had seen Wanda and Kurt Hurty gossiping, but when they saw him coming they remained silent.

"Wow, now two persons hate me," Anne said, sounding amused. "That's more than I can wish for."

Marcela suggested that Anne should ask Wayne out for the Halloween dance, but Anne refused. Even if Wayne and Wanda were fighting, Wayne had a girlfriend, and Anne wasn't that kind of girl.

On the week before the Halloween dance, Ricky Larsen had approached Marcela and asked her out for the Dance. Marcela seemed to forget that Ricky had recently made out with her sister and said yes.

Chris had been very moody the last week and even Anne was getting tired of him. "So go and ask out the girl of your dreams!" Anne had yelled at him and walked away.

And now, just two days before the Halloween dance, Anne Potter was sitting in the Common Room, doing some extra homework Snape had given her. She looked at her clock and saw that it was midnight and she yawned.

"Still awake?" Chris asked as he appeared from nowhere.

"Yes," Anne said coldly and Chris sat next to her.

"I'm sorry for my attitude these days," Chris said. "It's just that it frustrates me that the girl I'm so crazy for ignores my feelings. And by the way, your advice is pretty lousy."

Anne said nothing and continued writing. "Do you have a date for Halloween?" Chris asked.

"No," Anne said.

"So… would you go with me?" Chris asked hopefully. "I would look pretty stupid if I show up alone."

"Okay," Anne said. "As long as you don't spend the whole night criticizing Ricky Larsen."

"I won't," Chris agreed. "It's a promise."

Two days later

"You can feel it in the air! It's Halloween!" Marcela said cheerfully and Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Anne glared at him.

"Yay, yay, it's Halloween day," Chris said in a bored tone.

"So, who are you going with?" Marcela asked Chris.

"He's going with me," Anne said, looking for a quill in her bag. "I really need a quill!"

"Wonder where Andrew is," Chris said, ignoring Marcela. "Oh wait… he must be making out with June."

"Is it just me or did that sentence sounded weird?" Anne grinned as she found the quill. She took out her Charm homework and added something to the essay.

"Oh, Christopher!" Meredith was walking over to them and Marcela rolled her eyes. "Chris, I was wondering if you could lend me three galleons."

Marcela snorted as Chris took out four Galleons from his pocket. "Keep the change," Chris said.

"You're such a sweet guy," Meredith said. She put her arms around Chris's neck and to Anne's amazement, Meredith kissed Chris on the lips.

People that were passing by stared and then walked away, gossiping happily. Meredith drew away and smiled. "I'll see you at the Dance?" Meredith asked, her voice very suggestive.

"No doubt about it," Chris said breathlessly. Meredith walked away and Chris stared after her, his cheeks slightly red.

"I…can't believe it!" Marcela exclaimed enraged, her fists clenched and her face red with anger.

Anne said nothing, she was still in a shocked state. "Excuse me, but your sister likes me," Chris said.

"No she doesn't," Marcela snapped. "She just wants money from you! You are a real idiot!"

"Well, at least I get a chance to kiss someone at the dance," Chris retorted. "You are very happy because you're going with Ricky, who actually likes you, but I'm going with Anne and-"

"But?" Anne said at last. "But you're going with me? I'm sorry Chris, but you were the one who invited me."

"Because you were my last option," Chris said like it was an obvious thing. "We're friends, just friends."

"So it's a sacrifice going with me?" Anne asked through gritted teeth.

"No, Anne, I never said that," Chris said.

"Well, you go to the dance and snog Meredith Parker because I'm not going with you," Anne said angrily. "In fact, I'm not going!"

Anne stormed off and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She finally found an empty classroom and got inside. She locked the door and went to sit down at one of the desks. She started crying, and she hated everything around her.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but…" Wayne was standing in front of her. "I need to get out of this classroom."

"Sorry," Anne said, blushing. "I didn't see you inside."

"I'm quite invisible sometimes," Wayne grinned. "But… why are you crying?"

"It's going to sound so stupid," Anne said. "But I have no one to go with to the dance. You must think I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot," Wayne said. "You can go with your friends."

"No, because they have dates," Anne sniffed. "I'm going to be the fifth wheel."

Wayne touched Anne's hand. She looked at him and Wayne smiled. "I have a confession to make," Wayne said, sounding nervous. "I wanted to ask you if you ..."

Chris opened the door wide and panted. "Here you are!" Chris called, his face all sweaty and an anxious look in his face. "I've looked everywhere for you, I just wanted to-"

"I'll just go," Wayne said and left the classroom. Anne felt very angry toward Chris and walked past him. She turned around and crossed her arms.

"You won't spoil this day for me," Anne said, glaring at him. "So, avoid talking to me. Today, tomorrow and the rest of your life."

"Anne, I'm so sorry," Chris said miserably. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Go and have fun with Meredith tonight," Anne said, walking away and leaving Chris standing in the hallway.