Well I wasn't really sure if I should continue this story or not. I know there have been other stories that centred around a dance of some sort, but I wanted to make my own version. I really hope, beg, plead, you name it, that someone, anyone, will review to my story and give me some kind of feedback on this piece. Please just give it a chance! I'm sorry for taking so long, and enjoy! Thank You!

~EP

Disclaimer: would I really really really be posting this here if I were J.K. Rowling???!!! Think about that one for a second...

Preview: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

I wiped the muck away from my eyes, and looked around to see who the culprit was.

There she stood, with the evidence dripping from her hands. She flicked her long blond hair with an air of arrogance, challenging me, taunting me. I took one good look at her, narrowing my eyes, accepting her challenge.

Dodging another handful from 'Lina, I picked up my own medium-rare steak and launched it straight at Kates. Unfortunately it was just like another bludger to her and she ducked quickly, avoiding it with inches to spare.

But just our luck, directly behind Bell stood a poor sucker from Ravenclaw. Okay, so it's not like I have anything against them, but hey, better them than me, right? And it's just an added bonus that it was Davies…hehe…

So he whipped around, his eyes blazing with anger. Of course, we Gryffindors being smart and all played the innocent and pointed towards the Slytherins. And that's how we met our doom.

Just seconds afterwards it seemed that the whole hall had broken into a food fight. Shield charms were being performed every few seconds, and all the while summoning charms were being cast at the same rate.

I must admit, even though I was the target instead of the usual goal hoops, I was rather proud of how well my team's accuracy and strength was when it came to their arm. In most cases, one would think that getting hit with a nice fluffy piece of cake wouldn't hurt. Well think again, when your chaser's throwing it at like 100km/h I speak for everyone by saying that it hurts like hell!

And then there was a huge bang. Everyone went silent as we all turned to find the cause of the noise.

"Agh!! I've been hit! Ackk…rrr…ugh…" Fred exclaimed, dramatically twitching on the ground.

"NOOOOO!!!!! Fred! Don't leave me! Not here! Not like this! You can't leave me here to read a book on my own!" George yelled in fake agony, leaning over his brother's 'dead' body.

"Thank you very much for that wonderful spectacle, Mr. and Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, grabbing our attention.

"If you would all be so kind as to take your seats, it seems we have a bit of cleaning up to do." With a flick of his wand, the Great Hall became spotless once more. Unfortunately we were still covered in whatever we hadn't managed to dodge, funny how that works out.

"Now, is it safe to assume that no one will voluntarily admit to beginning this little catastrophe?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling in our direction.

"She did it!" a sniveling Slytherin kid yelled out, pointing at Katie.

"Ah, but can anyone prove it?" he asked fairly.

"I saw her too!" some other kid cried.

"Me too!"

"As did I!"

Huh, funny how they all seem to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team…

"It seems that we have quite a few witnesses. Miss Bell, can you truthfully deny these accusations?"

"Ye-I…nn—" she stammered.

"I did it!" I heard myself say, standing confidently.

"Oliver, stop it! No sir, I did it. Honestly," she admitted.

Catching on quickly, Alicia stood up immediately and also admitted to starting the fight, soon followed by Angelina, who kicked Fred under the table getting him to stand as well, and then George, who couldn't leave his twin alone.

Harry made a motion to stand as well, but I nudged him in the back of his knobby knees making him collapse back into his seat.

"Well it seems as if we have a bit of a dilemma. Clearly not all of you could have triggered this fight. Now Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, if you two could please take your seat, as I'm sure if it had not been for Miss Johnson the two of you would still be seated." Angelina blushed fiercely at this.

"…Which leads me to believe that Miss Johnson is also innocent, my dear, if you could take your seat as well. Miss Spinnet, I find it rather difficult to believe that you would willingly pick up any substance with your bare hands, in fear ruining your beautifully composed complexion." Alicia sat down automatically without having to be told.

"Mr. Wood, Miss Bell, if you would follow me," he said making his way through the doors.

Katie looked at me nervously, as we received panic-stricken expressions from the rest of the gang.

Lead into McGonagall's office, we shrunk into the seats offered to us as Dumbledore and McGonagall whispered to each other privately. Turning back around, Dumbledore addressed us personally.

"As you both know, Hogwarts is holding a Masquerade for Mr. Kettleburn's retirement." We both nodded at this.

"Now unfortunately, our Heads are both preoccupied with other responsibilities, and therefore, we have decided that as your punishment, it will be your duty to plan the event together." The two of us immediately broke off into complaints.

"But sir, Quidditch—!"

"Professor! I can barely get my work done as it is!"

"I understand that you are both busy, however, it is a consequence of your childish behaviour, and therefore you have no choice. I am sorry, but it seems that it was either this, or cleaning out the potion cauldrons in the dungeons."

Katie made a rather unattractive face at this comment.

"I expect to see extraordinary results out of such two talented students. I look forward to seeing the outcome. You may now return to your current classes," Dumbledore dismissed us.

As soon as the door shut behind us Katie let out a huge groan.

"Merlin, what a drag!" I nodded in agreement.

"Well I guess we should come up with a time to meet?" I said questioning myself. She shrugged her shoulders in a non-committed sort of way.

"How about after dawn practices? We should have enough time before classes start," I suggested.

"No way!" she shouted a bit too loudly for my liking.

Slightly alarmed, I changed my suggestion to after night practices.

"Fine. But only for half an hour…at the most," she concluded. Turning on her heel she walked down the hall in the opposite direction.

Later that evening practice was about to begin...

"Okay team, I know it's early in the year, but that isn't an excuse to slack off." Apparently this was an automatic sign for everyone to groan, because that's what they all did.

"Oliver, we got it already. You don't have to bother with the little, wait, make that long, pep talk," Katie informed me, ever so kindly.

"Fine," I replied curtly. I stood up and walked swiftly to the pitch.

"Now during the summer I suspect that you guys all exercised daily?" I asked doubtfully. They all averted their eyes…go figure.

"Then I guess we'll just have to whip you back into shape!" I said cheerfully.

"Let's start with suicides around the pitch. Five of them. Actually no, make that ten of them. You can all blame Bell for that one, I saw you stick your tongue out at me," manfully I stuck mine out at her as well. She rolled her eyes and let out a huff of frustration.

"And just for that, we'll make it fifteen times," I said smugly. She let out a shriek and looked positively livid. I could just see the twins holding their laughter in like a couple of balloons that were about to burst.

"Is that twenty I hear?" I looked at her quizzically.

Let's just say it was a bit of a rough practice. Not only did I work each and every one of them into the ground, it was extremely long as well. In fact, by the time we were done, the sun had already set. Needless to say, when Katie and I finally got up to the Common Room to begin discussing ideas, we were both exhausted.

"Okay, let's get this over with." I nodded in agreement.

"Oh and Oliver, did I mention that every single muscle in my body aches…and that I hate you?" she said in between yawns.

"No, it must have slipped your mind while I was trying to whip you lot of couch-potatoes into shape." I could tell already, this was going to be a long half hour.

"Fine, be that way. I'm just going to lay here until you stop being such git," she said sprawling herself on the couch.

I sighed and closed my eyes to rid myself of the pain and frustration she was causing me.

"ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…"

Well, there you have it. The rather rushed and short second chapter that I just managed to finish over the Easter holiday. Please let me know what you think. Although I must request that there be no flames, I'm a bit touchy when it comes to my pieces. Thank you for reading, and review! Please please please please, it'll only take a few seconds! Thanks again!

~EP