❝Who are you asking to the ball, Harry?❞
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When Ron, Y/N, Harry, and Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room after sending Sirius and Rebekah letters about Harry's performance, it exploded with cheers and yells again.
There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks.
"Blimey, this is heavy," said Lee, picking up the golden egg, which Harry had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"
"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules..."
"He was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on his own too," Y/N muttered, so only Hermione and Harry could hear her, and they grinned rather guiltily.
"Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!" several people echoed.
Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open.
It was hollow and completely empty- but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room.
"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.
"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee... Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"
"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."
"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" said Fred.
Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her. Fred grinned.
"It's all right," he said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch-"
Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. "Just my little joke, Neville..."
Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"
"Yep," said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful... get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."
"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.
"Easy," said Fred, "concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and-" He stopped and looked suspiciously at her. "Why?"
"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.
"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"
Several people chortled. Hermione didn't answer.
"Do you want to get beaten by your own Bludger club, Georgie?" Y/N said warningly as everyone stopped laughing at once.
Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.
"Oh- sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted as the laughter resumed once again. "I forgot- it was the custard creams we hexed-"
Within a minute, however, Neville had molted, and once his feathers had fallen off, he reappeared looking entirely normal. He even joined in laughing.
"Canary Creams!" Fred shouted to the excitable crowd. "George and I invented them- seven Sickles each, a bargain!"
As everyone crowded around the twins, Y/N noticed Harry standing alone near the snacks table and walked over to him. Harry smiled when he saw her.
"There's the man of the hour," said Y/N.
"I couldn't have done it without you, you know," said Harry.
"Yeah, I know," she grinned at Harry, who gave a small chuckle.
"Really, though," Harry said seriously. "If you hadn't reassured me last night, I would've run back to the tent the moment I saw the dragon."
"Wait, how did my talk help?" Y/N said, raising her eyebrows at him. "I thought you were talking about the summoning charm."
Harry shook his head at her. "I didn't go into the arena with confidence because I knew the summoning charm," He said, subtly slipping his hand in hers. "I was confident because I knew you wouldn't let me get hurt. I knew that as long as you were there...I would be safe."
Y/N smiled up at him. "I mean, you aren't wrong," she said, interlocking their fingers. "I actually made notes of the fastest way I could get up to the castle from the stands to get your stupid Firebolt."
Harry breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head at Y/N. "You're just- just so amazing, you know that?"
She rolled her eyes at him playfully. "Oh, shut up."
"No."
"Shut up."
"No."
"Shut up!"
"No!"
Harry and Y/N looked at each other and burst into laughter, both of them silently glad for the other's presence.
"Y/N! Harry!"
The pair immediately moved away from each other, unlinking their hands and looking in the direction where the sound came from.
It was Seamus Finnigan.
"Harry!" He caught up with them near the snacks table, Y/N noticed that he was carrying something in his hands.
"What, Seamus?" Harry said, slightly irritated.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to play monopoly?"
"Monopoly?" Ron said, joining them with Hermione by his side. "That muggle game we played last year?"
"Yeah, that one!" said Seamus excitedly.
"Wait, are we playing monopoly?" Dean said, getting up from the couch.
"MONOPOLY?" The Weasley twins shouted together.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no-" Ginny said, slowly backing away from the crowd.
"Finnigan, are you sure that's a good idea?" Y/N said, grinning at him. "You do remember what happened the last time we played, right?"
It was a beautiful Sunday evening, the sun was just starting to set and the stars were showing up in the sky...
Students were talking and hanging out in the courtyards, by the lake, and their common rooms...It was just a peaceful day altogether...But then-
"I HATE YOU!"
Oliver Wood bellowed loudly, his voice ringing out throughout the whole Gryffindor tower as he got up from his armchair.
"OH? WELL NEXT TIME DON'T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!"
And that was Seamus Finnigan, his voice echoing just as loud as Oliver's.
"Oliver, give Seamus your 200 dollars, you landed on his property," Dean Thomas said calmly.
"NO! HE'S IN JAIL!" Oliver shouted again. "I AM NOT GONNA GIVE MONEY TO A CRIMINAL!"
"That's not how you PLAY!" Y/N shrieked.
"Ron, why is Y/N screaming...?" Ginny said quietly, looking kind of scared.
"Shut the fuck up, Ginny," Ron said, getting up from the couch. "You don't get to talk after stealing my LAST RAILROAD!"
"I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!" George shouted.
"ME TOO!" Fred screamed, knocking the Monopoly set off the table.
"You think I WANTED this?" Harry cried out from beside Y/N.
"AAAAHHHH!" Neville shrieked as everyone turned to look at him.
They followed his gaze towards the portrait hole to see Professor McGonagall walking inside, looking angrier than ever.
(AN~ that was a really lame tik tok vine reference i know- and if you get it, ily)
Everyone in the Gryffindor common room laughed loudly together at the memory.
"Well, Oliver's not here now..." Angelina said.
"Yeah, do you think we should give that poor game another try?" said Alicia.
It was nearly one in the morning when everyone finally went up to the dormitories. And like Angelina Johnson had said, there was no screaming or any kind of incident since Oliver wasn't there...unless you count the Weasley twins kicking the game into the fire.
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On Thursday, students from the Gryffindor House, in fourth year and above were gathered in an empty classroom, girls on one side and boys on the other.
"Know what's this about?" Y/N whispered to Hermione and Parvati. Both of them shrugged.
"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the-"
SCRATCH
Professor McGonagall turned around and gave Filch a disapproving look, who was fiddling with a record player in the middle of the room.
"-Triwizard Tournament since its inception," Professor McGonagall continued. "On Christmas night, we and our guests, gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity."
"As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because...the Yule Ball is, first and foremost, a dance."
At this word, the room burst into an explosion of excited whispers, mostly from the girls side, as the boys groaned in disapproval and slumped further into their seats.
"So that's what the dress robes are for," said Parvati as she and Lavander giggled.
"Silence!" yelled Professor McGonagall and the whispers died down almost immediately. "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."
"Try saying that five times faster," Fred whispered to George.
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
"Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
"Now to dance is to let the body breathe," Professor McGonagall said softly, gesturing at the girls side. "Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight..."
Y/N saw Ron whisper something in Seamus' ear and they both snickered. Professor McGonagall seemed to have heard him as she turned her gaze at the boys side, particularly looking at Ron.
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance..." She said. "Mr. Weasley?"
Professor McGonagall walked over to him with a hand outstretched.
"Yes?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Will you join me please?" said Professor McGonagall, grabbing Ron's hand and pulling him towards the middle of the room.
"Now, place your right hand on my waist," said Professor McGonagall, putting her left hand on Ron's shoulder, whose face looked as though she'd just asked him to marry her.
"Where?" He sputtered, looking around to see if he'd heard it right.
"My waist," Professor McGonagall said calmly as Ron gulped before hesitantly placing his hand on his Transfiguration teacher's waist.
"Mr. Filch, if you please," said Professor McGonagall, slowly leading Ron in a waltz around the room as Ron followed her awkwardly around.
Y/N was clutching her mouth tightly, trying her best not to laugh.
"I need to take a picture of this," she whispered to Hermione, silently giggling. "Where's my son when you need him?"
"Everybody come together!" Professor McGonagall called as all the girls except Y/N and Hermione sprang to their feet. The boys all looked down at the floor.
"Wait- we're dancing too-?" Y/N asked incredulously before Hermione hastily pulled her up with her.
"Boys! On your feet!" Professor McGonagall shouted but no one made a move.
All except...Neville.
He bravely stood up from his seat before walking up to Lavender and holding out his hand, who giggled before happily accepting it.
The boys exchanged looks before reluctantly getting up and walking over to different girls. Lee Jordan strode over to where Y/N and Hermione were standing before bending down in a small bow.
"Miss Hermione Granger, would you like to be my dance practice partner?" He said, smiling at her.
Hermione glanced at Y/N, who gave her an encouraging nod, grinning widely.
"I'd love to, Mister Jordan," said Hermione as she took Lee's hand and walked away.
Y/N turned to see many guys giving her subtle grins and looks, some of them were even walking towards her, but she wasn't very comfortable with dancing with someone she barely knew.
But as though God was hearing her prayers, Y/N saw her best friend, Dean Thomas in the crowd without a partner. Y/N gave him a look as Dean immediately rushed to her side and held out his hand.
"Y/N Diggory, would you-"
"Shut up and take my hand, Thomas."
Dean laughed before grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her to the middle of the room where all the other couples were dancing. Y/N placed her left hand on his shoulder as he placed his right hand on her waist and they began to slowly dance to the music.
"Looks like I am your knight in shining armour," said Dean, nodding at the fifth year boys who were about to approach Y/N.
"Excuse me?" said Y/N, narrowing her eyes at him. "More like their knight in shining armour, because we all know if that creep Cormac McLaggen comes even five feet near me, I'll break his goddamn nose."
Dean laughed, sending Y/N in an elegant spin.
"I am glad it's you though," said Y/N. "It's surprisingly not uncomfortable when I am dancing with you."
"Yeah, but I bet you were hoping for someone different," said Dean, grinning all too cheekily. He and Y/N turned exactly at the same time to where Harry was dancing with Katie Bell- more like awkwardly trying not to trip on air.
"Well- no point in denying it to you anyway," said Y/N, smiling sheepishly. "I may or may not be kind of hoping that our resident scarhead asks me to the Yule Ball."
"Not just you," said Dean, the grin never leaving his face. "Basically the whole Gryffindor House is rooting for the two of you."
Y/N rolled her eyes at him. "You lot don't have any other useful stuff to do?"
"No," Dean said flatly as he and Y/N laughed.
James: i like this boy
"Who are you going to ask to the ball, Thomas?" said Y/N, wiggling her eyebrows.
Dean cleared his throat before glancing to his left, where Seamus was dancing with Parvati.
"No point in denying it to you anyway," said Dean as Y/N's grin widened. "I may or may not be hoping that our resident Irish git says yes when I ask him to the Yule Ball."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Y/N squealed. "If he says no, just tell me and I'll throw him into the Black Lake."
"And if Harry doesn't ask you, just tell me and I'll chuck him off the Astronomy Tower," said Dean, making the two of them chuckle.
After a few moments of dancing and laughing, (Dean was surprisingly a really good dancer) Y/N looked up at him with a serious expression on her face.
"Hey, D?"
"Yes, Your Highness, Empress Almighty, the guiding hand, Queen of Hogwarts, she who shines brightest of them all?"
Y/N breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head at him. "You git, you still remember that?"
"Every. Single. Word," said Dean, snickering as Y/N gave him an amused look. "You can't blame me! You're the one who forced me, Seamus, and Parvati to call you that in our first year and you almost made Lavender cry when she refused!"
"I was eleven!" Y/N exclaimed, as Dean continued to snicker. "I am older and wiser now."
"Right," Dean said sarcastically. Y/N stomped him on his foot.
"I am trying to be serious but you keep making me laugh!"
"Alright alright- I'll stop," Dean said sincerely. "Go on."
Y/N looked up at him. "I just wanna say- thank you...for being an amazing friend to me."
"Gross."
"See this is why I hate you, Thomas," Y/N hit him harshly on his shoulder as Dean laughed again.
"I was just kidding, Y/N," said Dean. "And well- thank you for being an amazing friend too."
"Gross," said Y/N, laughing, as Dean punched her on the shoulder.
Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Potter- a word, if you please."
Assuming she was going to tell him to get to the dorms because of his awful dancing skills, Harry quickly excused himself from Katie and approached Professor McGonagall gratefully.
"Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball," said Professor McGonagall. "So you-"
"P-partners?" Harry stuttered. "You mean- dance partners?"
Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.
"Yes, your dance partners," she said firmly.
"But- I don't dance!"
"Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "The champions and their partners are the first to dance."
"I'm not dancing," said Harry.
"It is traditional," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school."
"But- I don't-"
"If you feel insecure about your dancing skills, Potter, I suggest you get a partner who does have an aptitude for it," said Professor McGonagall, looking around the dancing couples. "For example, might I say- Ah, Miss Diggory! An excellent dancer."
Harry followed her gaze to where Y/N was dancing happily with Dean. He was lifting her in the air and spinning her around. Harry felt himself going red.
"That was only a suggestion, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Make sure you get yourself a partner soon."
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A week ago, Harry would have said finding a partner for a dance would be a cinch compared to taking on a Hungarian Horntail. But now that he had done the latter, and was facing the prospect of asking the girl he liked to the ball, he thought he'd rather have another round with the dragon.
Everyone seemed to be obsessed with the coming ball- or at least the girls were, and it was amazing how many girls Hogwarts suddenly seemed to hold; he had never quite noticed that before.
Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls shrieking with laughter as boys passed them, girls excitedly comparing notes on what they were going to wear on Christmas night....
"Why do they have to move in packs?" Harry asked Ron as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. "How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?"
"Lasso one?" Ron suggested. "Got any idea who you're going to try?"
Harry didn't answer. He knew perfectly well whom he'd like to ask, but working up the nerve was something else...
Ron seemed to know what was going on inside Harry's head.
"Listen, you're not going to have any trouble. I've seen the way she looks at you. Trust me, just ask her and she'll accept."
"How can you be so sure, Ron?"
"Blimey, Harry, you're a champion. You've just beaten a Hungarian Horntail," said Ron. "If that's not impressive enough then I don't know what is."
That evening, Y/N and Hermione were walking to the library to return the books they had borrowed for a bit of light reading.
"I actually feel really bad about rejecting-" Y/N was saying to Hermione but stopped as she saw Cho near the courtyard, apparently consoling her best friend Marietta, who was crying.
Y/N and Hermione shared worried looks before walking over to them. Cho looked up and gave them a small smile.
"Hey...what happened?" Y/N said kindly, sitting beside Marietta.
"Well- Marie just asked Alexander Walker to the ball..." said Cho.
Hermione gasped into her hand and looked at Y/N in panic. Y/N was frowning, feeling slightly annoyed.
"Are you crying because he said no...?" She asked.
Marietta sniffed loudly and nodded.
"He said that he was already planning on asking someone," she said spitefully.
"Did he say who...?" said Hermione eagerly.
"He didn't say her name," said Marietta, glaring at the ground. "Just said that she was one of his closet friends- someone from their inner circle," she scoffed, "I bet it's that Charlotte Wenlock girl."
"Oh?" said Hermione.
"I mean, it has to be!" said Marietta, now practically half yelling. "There are only two girls in their little group- his twin, Annabelle, and Miss Wenlock, so obviously it's her."
Y/N and Hermione looked at each other and turned their telepathy on.
"Harmonica, we should probably go."
"I agree, this is getting awkward."
"But- Poor Cho..."
"Yeah, I hate leaving her with Marietta too...she seems to be taking the rejection...'badly' would be an understatement."
"Let's just- let's just go."
"Hey...Marie," said Y/N, smiling gently. "It's alright, it was just one boy- there's still plenty left at Hogwarts, I am sure you'll find someone."
"Yeah- yeah, what she said," said Hermione, mustering a smile. "I- well, we need to go to the library now," she breathed out a chuckle and grabbed Y/N's hand, "uh- see you!"
And with that, the two Gryffindors sprinted towards the library.
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One night, Y/N, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting together in the Gryffindor common room, writing their potions homework since Snape had informed them that he would be testing them on poison antidotes during the last lesson of the term.
"Evil, he is," Ron said bitterly. "Springing a test on us on the last day. Ruining the last bit of term with a whole load of studying."
"Mmm...you're not exactly straining yourself, though, are you?" said Hermione, looking at him over the top of her Potions notes.
Ron was busy building a card castle out of his Exploding Snap pack- a much more interesting pastime than with Muggle cards, because of the chance that the whole thing would blow up at any second.
"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily; he was rereading Flying with the Cannons for the tenth time in an armchair near the fire.
Hermione glared at the two of them and opened her mouth to say something when Ozwald came flying in through the window and landed on Y/N's Potions homework.
"There you are," said Y/N, taking the letter from his legs. Ozwald immediately took off and sat on Harry's armchair, pecking at the armrest.
"He misses Hedwig," said Y/N, grinning as she opened her letter.
"Who's it from?" said Ron.
"From my uncle," Y/N mumbled, her eyes scanning over the letter. "It's my monthly subscription of chocolates," she added, chuckling.
Dear Y/N,
I hope you're well and safe. I've been alright, just a bit tired from the last full moon but don't you worry about me, I am actually at your house at the moment and my sister is doing a great job of taking care of me.
She says hi, by the way.
I've heard that you've been carrying my legacy and giving out chocolates to all of your friends so I've decided to send an extra couple of boxes this time. I had to send Cedric five more boxes because that chocolate monster has been emptying them all on his own.
I also heard that the Yule Ball is happening at Hogwarts this Christmas and not to sound threatening at all but whoever asks you better treat you well or I'll be personally dealing with them. Because my niece deserves nothing but the best.
P.S. Rebekah says she is still rooting for her godson.
Lots of love,
Uncle Moo Moo.
"You have the best family in the whole world, I swear," said Hermione, reading the letter over Y/N's shoulder.
"I know, right?" said Y/N, smiling uncontrollably. "And no, Ron, you can't have more than a box."
Ron opened his mouth to argue but before he could pester her more, his card castle suddenly blew up, singeing his eyebrows.
"Nice look, Ron... go well with your dress robes, that will."
It was Fred and George. They sat down at the table with Harry, Ron, Y/N, and Hermione as Ron felt how much damage had been done.
"Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?" George asked.
"No, he's off delivering a letter," said Ron. "Why?"
"Because George wants to invite him to the ball," said Fred sarcastically.
"Because we want to send a letter, you stupid great prat," said George.
"Who d'you two keep writing to, eh?" said Ron.
"Nose out, Ron, or I'll burn that for you too," said Fred, waving his wand threateningly. "So... you lot got dates for the ball yet?"
"Nope," said Ron.
"Well, you'd better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone," said Fred.
"Who're you going with, then?" said Ron.
"Angelina," said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.
"What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already asked her?"
"Good point," said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, "Oi! Angelina!"
Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.
"What?" she called back.
"Want to come to the ball with me?"
Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.
"All right, then," she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.
"There you go," said Fred to Harry and Ron, "piece of cake."
He got to his feet, yawning, and said, "We'd better use a school owl then, George, come on..."
They left the common room as Ron turned to Harry.
"We should get a move on, you know... ask someone. He's right. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls."
Hermione let out a sputter of indignation.
"A pair of...what, excuse me?"
"Well- you know," said Ron, shrugging. "I'd rather go alone than with- with Eloise Midgen, say."
"Her acne's loads better lately- and she's really nice!"
"Her nose is off-center," said Ron.
"Do you want me to list everything that's off-center on your face?" Y/N said in a low voice, not looking up from her work.
"What- no-"
"So basically, you're going to take the best-looking girl who'll have you, even if she's completely horrible?" Hermione said, bristling.
"Er- yeah, that sounds about right," said Ron.
Y/N snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that."
"Has someone asked you two yet?" Harry asked Y/N and Hermione, trying to rescue his best friend from the wrath of his other two best friends.
"Well, yeah-" Y/N started but she immediately got cut off by Hermione's squeal.
"Oh, you have no idea!" She said, suddenly smiling widely. "Y/N's being asked everywhere she goes-"
"Harmonica, stop-"
"It's been how many guys, Y/N-?" Hermione started counting her fingers. "Eighteen!"
Ron slipped off his armchair in shock as Harry dropped the Flying with the cannons he was reading.
"Eighteen?" They bellowed together.
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed as Y/N groaned and hid her face behind her potions book.
"Oh please most of them were just jokes," she said. "I mean, come on. You can't count Lee and all the boys from Ceddy's year, they were all just asking me as a joke to annoy Ceddy. Only eight or nine of them were legit." But Hermione ignored her.
"And guess what? It's not just Hogwarts students," Hermione continued. "Boys from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang too!"
"What?" Ron and Harry yelled again, looking at Y/N with astonished looks on their faces.
Every single one of the boys at Hogwarts has had a tiny crush on Y/N at some point in their life. Ever since the announcement of the ball, they had been cornering her wherever she went, asking her to the ball. The fact that she was also Cedric's sister didn't help at all. Boys from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were also keen on asking the Hogwarts Champion's sister as their date to the ball.
"Did you- did you say yes to any of them?" Harry asked anxiously.
Y/N shrugged at them. "Well, no-" Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief. "- that's just because I didn't know any of them very well... I mean, I guess Blaise Zabini was pretty sweet-"
"That bloke from Slytherin?" Ron said.
"Yes," Y/N said firmly. "But before I could answer him, my annoying big brother interrupted us and started to threaten Blaise-"
"So what, he just walked away without hearing your answer?" said Ron, grinning.
"Oh you'd think so, wouldn't you?" Y/N said with a sigh.
"Blaise didn't back down," said Hermione. "He started to sort of argue and fight with Cedric-"
"What?" said Ron, laughing.
"Before I stepped in between them and told both of their arses to get to class," Y/N finished. "Too bad Blaise never got to hear my answer."
"You were planning on saying yes?" said Harry. Y/N shrugged.
"Who else?" said Ron.
"Er- I don't know," said Y/N, tapping her jaw with her quill. "There were- er- quite a few people...uh- I guess Roger Davies was pretty okay-"
"Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davies?" Harry said.
"How many Roger Davies do you know?" Y/N said, getting slightly annoyed.
"Why did you reject everyone?" said Ron.
"Well, she didn't even reject half of them," said Hermione, giggling. "Cedric did."
"I just don't want to go to the ball with a stranger, alright?" said Y/N, shrugging. "I want to go with someone whom, you know... I feel comfortable with, someone who actually goes with me for who I am at here-" she pointed at her heart. "-and not for how I look here-" she pointed at her face.
"Blimey..." Ron whispered, still in shock. And then his face broke into a grin. "It's funny, really..."
"What is?" Y/N asked.
"Hermione, Harry?" He said, turning to them. "Do you remember what Y/N's first question was after she got un-petrified? After Harry finished his story about what happened inside the chamber of secrets?"
Ron, Harry, and Hermione snickered as Y/N rolled her eyes at them.
"Ronnie, shut up-" Y/N started but the other three cut her off.
"WAS TOM RIDDLE HOT?"
Y/N hid her face behind her book again as Hermione, Ron, and Harry laughed loudly.
"Well, after hearing the way Harry talked about him," said Y/N, "I just thought he'd be pretty hot- well- I mean- Oh stop laughing, you three!"
But they didn't stop, if anything they laughed even harder.
"I was twelve years old, for Merlin's sake!" She yelled.
"What about you, Hermione?" Harry asked.
Y/N's eyes lit up. "Oh, Harmonica-"
But Hermione cut her off by putting her hand on Y/N's mouth. She told her to shut up by her eyes and Y/N nodded, but she was still grinning.
"She what?" said Ron.
"Nevermind that," Hermione said hastily. "What about you two? Who are you planning to ask?"
"No idea..." Ron said. Y/N noticed that he looked a little distracted all of a sudden.
Hermione turned to Harry. "Who are you planning to ask to the ball, Harry?"
"What?" Harry said, suddenly looking really nervous. "Oh, me? Um- uh, Cho Chang."
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In the clouds:
Marlene: Lily! Lily, I just heard the news... Where's- where's James?
Lily: *points in his direction*
James: I SAID GIVE ME THE DOCUMENTS-
God: James, you know I can't do that-
James: GIVE. ME. THE. FUCKING. DOCUMENTS! I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS-
Marlene: James- James what are you doing?
James: I am disowning him, Mar. I have no son.
God: You can't do that, James-
James: SURE I CAN! I NEED TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER! CALL THE MANAGER!
God: James I am the manager-
James: I NEED A REFUND! MY PRODUCT ISN'T WORKING PROPERLY!
James: *flips the table and storms off*
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Author's note
*sips tea* ah well shit.
just one more chapter to go... :D
~Mads