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A few people asked for more Fabina, and I'm happy to tell you that this chapter has it!

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The answer to last chapter's trivia question was: Avis! This chapter's trivia question is: In the first task, what were Harry's scores from the judges?

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Nina's POV

The Yule Ball was only a week away, and Fabian still hadn't asked me. I was getting a little worried.

But, my problems flew out of my mind the next morning at breakfast when I saw Mara's.

When the owls came to deliver the mail(still trying to get used to that!), about twenty letters were dropped in front of Mara.

"What are these?" She asked, examining a red one.

"Mara..." said Harry slowly, "You might want to open that one."

"Why?"

"Because...It's a howler."

"What's a howl-" but she was cut off by a loud bang, and the red envelope exploded. A horrible voice filled the hall.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO HARRY POTTER, YOU HORRIBLE GIRL! DON'T YOU THINK HE ENOUGH PROBLEMS IN HIS LIFE? WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? I PLAN TO SEND YOU A CURSE IN MY NEXT LETTER, SO BE WARNED!"

The envelope disintegrated.

Mara looked shocked. "What was that?"

"A howler." said Harry grimly. "And you might want to watch what you open, he said he's going to send you a curse."

Fingers trembling, Mara picked up another envelope. When she read what it said, she looked horrified.

"What is it?" Fabian and I asked at the same time. We looked at each other and blushed.

Wordlessly, Mara handed the letter to Harry, who read it and handed it to me. It read: You are a wicked girl. Harry Potter deserves better than you. Go back to where you came from, muggle.

"Blimey, they're all like that!" Ron said, opening another envelope and reading it. "'You stupid girl, how dare you play Harry Potter like that'-Sorry," he added, noticing Mara's expression.

"'Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you'" Mara read from another one. "'You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn...' Ouch!"

Out of the envelope flowed a yellowish green substance that gushed all over Mara's hands, which began to erupt in large, yellow boils.

"Undiluted bubotuber pus!" said Hermione, sniffing the envelope.

Mara burst into tears and ran out of the Great Hall, presumably to the hospital wing.

"Mara, wait!" Harry said and hurried after her.

"What's you girlfriend done now, Potter?" Malfoy jeered at him as he ran past. Harry froze. Slowly, he turned around, walked up to Malfoy, and punched him in the face as hard as he could.

I gasped. Ron and a few of the other Gryffindors that had seen cheered.

"Yeah, go Harry!" Ron shouted.

Harry continued out of the great hall as if nothing had happened.

"I can't believe he did that!" I said to Fabian. "He was brilliant!"

He grinned. "I know."

"So, Fabian..." Amber said a few minutes later, after everything had calmed down, "Isn't there something that we talked about, that you need to ask a certain someone?"

"Er...nope." said Fabian, who had suddenly become very interested in his breakfast.

"Yes there is." said Amber through gritted teeth.

"No there isn't."

"Yes there is!"

I looked between them curiously. "Am I missing something?"

"YES!" said Amber. "But, you won't be when Fabian asks-"

"Hermione!" said Fabian quickly.

Hermione looked up. "Hmm?"

"I was just wondering...if you're...going to the ball?"Fabian asked uncertainly.

She looked confused. "I guess so. Why?"

"Oh, er, no reason, just...curious." said Fabian.

Wait. Did Fabian just ask HERMIONE to the ball? And not me?

"You. Are. A. Moron!" I heard Amber whisper to Fabian, who promptly got up and left the table.

"Git." said Ron, shaking his head. "He's just got to grit his teeth and do it."

"Well Hermione," I said, standing up. "Looks like you have a secret admirer. He obviously wanted to ask you to the ball."

"Oh, I don't know about that." said Hermione.

"And to think, I thought he actually liked me! Stupid, right?" I said, picking up my bag. I saw Hermione and Amber giving me sympathetic looks as I walked out of the Great Hall.

I walked to class alone. I couldn't believe Fabian liked Hermione and not me. We'd been through SO much together, and he chose Hermione, whom he'd practically just met, over me. I mean, Hermione wasn't even in Sibuna!

For the next few days, I avoided Fabian, speaking to him only when absolutely necessary, because I realized that: 1. It hurt just to look at him, knowing that he liked someone else and I could never go to the ball with him. and 2. I still wanted him to be happy, and if it meant leaving him alone so I wouldn't get between him and Hermione, so be it.

Three days later, I was starting to accept the fact that I could probably never speak to Fabian again when Professor Sprout assigned us to be partners in Herbology.

After a few minutes of working in silence, Fabian finally spoke.

"What's the matter with you? You've seemed...quiet all week. Are you ok?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

I didn't answer, just continued squeezing the pus out of the weird plants Professor Sprout had given us. Squeezing them was quite disgusting, yet oddly satisfying.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, looking extremely upset.

"No!" I said. "Not at all. Just...tired."

"Ah." he said, nodding. "Me too. I was up till after midnight working on that Potions essay with Hermione."

I suddenly squeezed the plant much harder than I intended to.

"Oh...so you're taking her to the ball?" I asked, trying to sound uninterested.

"What? No!" said Fabian.

My eyes widened. "You're not?"

"No! Why would you think I would?"

"Oh. Er...no reason." Relief washed over me, and I suddenly felt much happier. "So who are you taking?"

"Oh...um..." he paused. "Who are you going with?"

"No one probably...unless someone asks me." I said giving him a meaningful look.

"Who's 'someone'?"

"A person."

"Named?"

I turned to face him. "Well, lets just say you know him REALLY well."

He thought for a moment. "Mick?"

I groaned and mentally smacked myself in the forehead. Could he not take a hint? "No! It's you!" I said.

He looked shocked. "Me?"

"Yes, you!"

"So, if I asked you, you'd say yes?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask me and find out?" I said, grinning at him.

"Okay...Nina, will you go to the ball with me?"

"YES!" I practically shouted.

"Yes?" He looked shocked.

"Of course!" I said exasperatedly.

"Yes!" he said, and we both laughed.

"Rutter, Martin, less laughing, more working!" Professor Sprout called over to us from the other side of the greenhouse. But neither Fabian nor I could stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Next chapter is the Yule Ball! Be excited! :D Anyway, yesterday was my birthday, so it would be a reaaaalllyyy awesome birthday present if you guys could review? please? Thanks! Oh & remember to answer the trivia question :) xxxxx