"No Harry, I am not going to go ask th girls when they're coming." For the past five minutes, Harry and Ron had been asking all the girls that went up to the dormitory to ask when Ginny and Hermione were coming down. Since lunch, the two girls had been occupying the dormitory - and the ball started in ten minutes.
Upstairs, Ginny was putting the finishing touches on Hermione, pinning up her new, golden curls up.
"I don't know if this is going to work," Hermione said nervously as she looked at herself.
"Hermione, you look gorgeous. I'm gald that I watched that movie in Muggle Studies. Cinderella is who you are." And so she was. A pale blue dress adorned her, a full skirt sweeping the floor. "Ron's not gong to know who you are, and since I snitched Harry's cloak, you can wear that until we get down there, just make sure you're back here by midnight."
"Why midnight?" Hermione aksed, slipping the silver shoes on.
"That's when the hair potion wears off and the ball gets done at 12:30. If you're up here studying, he won't think anything of it." Ginny picked up her gold skirts, the others doing the same, as they were all princesses. "Now here, put the cloak on." Hermione did so, but not before she slipping on the lucky bracelet her cousin had made her her, and putting the maske on that the other girls had.
"I guess we're off," Her voice said, following Ginny to the common room.
A/N: Okay, so I've come to this conclusion: If you see that I spelled anything wrong, or used really plain words, don't blame me. Blame my mother. I know, I know, I'm a complete geek, but it's not my fault she won't give me my dictionary and thesaurus before Christmas. So it's her fault we're all suffering.
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