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Chapter 8
"I'm not sure about this Harry." Ron says eyeing himself in the mirror.
"I told you that you should have gone with the other costume." Harry says shaking his head.
"Well, I liked it at the time."
"I wouldn't worry about it." Harry says holding something behind his back. He walks up beside Ron. "No one will be able to tell it's you with this on."
Harry slips a Darth Vader helmet-type-thing on Ron's head.
Ron sticks out his tongue, despite the fact that Harry can't see him.
"You do know he's famous line don't you?" Harry asks, as he straightens his black masquerade cape.
"He fishes?" Ron's voice sounds raspy, due to the voice box in the mask.
Harry ignores Ron.
"Luke I am your father." Harry nudges Ron away from the mirror. He very carefully places the white mask on his face.
"Why does it only cover half of your face?" Ron asks. "I mean why doesn't he find a mask that would cover his whole face?"
"According to Ginny it's because that half of his face was burned." Harry takes one last look in the mirror, to be sure that his mask fit properly. "Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Harry and Ron proceed to the common room. As they walk down the stairs Harry turns to Ron.
"You have to admit, this isn't as bad as your Yule Ball dress robe." Harry says, coughing to hide his smile.
"I thought we agreed that we would never speak of that again." Ron says glaring at Harry.
Harry holds up his hands as a sign of submission.
They continue down to the common room in silence. They scan the room, each searching for their date.
"There, I think that's Ginny." Ron exclaims, pointing out a redhead in a black dress. Ron walks over to the redhead and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Harry's waiting for you."
"Is he now?" The redhead says turning around. "And why is that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Emma, I thought you were Ginny."
"I haven't seen her, but if the offer is still open…"
"Harry is taken." Ron glares down at Emma.
Emma huffs, then walks out of the common room.
Ron walks stiffly back to Harry, grumbling. All of a sudden he stops, his mouth hanging open.
Harry turns, confused, to see what Ron's gaping at.
"Hermione?" Harry says, shocked.
Hermione is standing at the top of the staircase. She's wearing a white dress that clings to her in all the right places. Her usually bushy brown hair is hidden beneath a long, black wig.
Hermione smiles down at them, but her eyes never leave Ron.
"You look stunning." Ron stutters.
"How can you tell with that...thing…on your head?" Hermione retorts with a smile.
Harry tunes out what Ron says next when Ginny appears at the stairs. She's wearing a flowing white dress and her hair is teased into a Marilyn Monroe fashion.
Ginny grins when she sees Harry's hanging mouth. She walks slowly down to him and stops only centimeters away from him.
"You look…wow…and…wow." Harry says flustered.
Ginny giggles and closes his jaw with a finger under his chin. "Let's go to the party!" Ginny exclaims.
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