"Good morning class. This morning, instead of starting right away, I have been asked to make a very important announcement. On Christmas Eve, the three schools will be coming together in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. In other words, we'll be having the Yule Ball which has been a tradition since the Triwizard Tournament started. I expect all of you who will be attending will be on your best behavior and wearing appropriate dress robes and dresses," McGonagall said. "Now, Mr. Potter, can you come see me at the front of the class?"
He nodded and the class was dead silent for a single moment before it burst into chatter, all about the upcoming ball.
"Hannah! The Yule Ball! I've been waiting for this forever!" I exclaimed. "Who do you want to ask you?"
"Well, I don't know. Someone athletic," Hannah said thoughtfully.
say that," I said.
"Well, I already know who you want to go with," Hannah teased for me to glare at her in return. My so-called friends just loved to bring that up. Was it really necessary?
"Oh, be quiet," I said as Lindsay, Emilie, Amy, Hermione and Shana came over to talk to us.
"I already have a date!" Emilie said in a sing song voice, smiling like an idiot.
"Who?" We all asked in unison, although I was pretty sure I knew who it was.
"Cedric," Emilie answered. "He asked me to be his girlfriend a few days ago, so he's kind of obligated to take me to the ball."
"Aww, congrats," I said, giving my friend a hug.
"Thanks," Emilie said, still grinning.
"Wait...isn't Cedric like, three years older than you?" Amy asked.
"Well, yes. But that's beside the point! Age doesn't matter to me," Emilie said and I just rolled my eyes at her as they all continued talking. I looked up to the front of the room to see Harry arguing with Professor McGonagall about something. I'm guessing she had told him about the dancing bit...he obviously wasn't taking it too well.
Hm...I wished he would ask me. He probably wouldn't, though. He would always be that guy I liked but would never get a chance with. That's just how things worked in my life. Always.
"So who do you want to go to the ball with?" Daphne asked as we walked around the lake. We had just been talking about cheerleading, something we were both interested in, although that was the first time she had heard about, but then she had to go and change the subject.
"I'm not really sure. I guess if someone decent asks me, I'd say yes," I said.
"Well, I want Adrian Pucey to ask me," Daphne said, going into a total dream mode. She was very girly, I noticed, but that didn't matter because I was like that as well. "Or Blaise Zabini. Either one would be good."
"Figures you would like them," I told her honestly.
"They're just so attractive," She said, pushing some hair over her shoulder.
"I must admit that they are really good looking," I said, smiling at her in agreement. Just then, a piece of parchment came flying at me before gently flying into my hands.
Meet me at the astronomy tower at 8.
"Ooh! You've got a secret admirer!" Daphne squealed excitedly, and I smiled uneasily, all the while looking for the source of the note. I didn't usually like things like this, but I decided that I would go anyways, just to see.
It was about 7:30 when I walked out of the Slytherin common room. The Astronomy Tower was quite a bit away, so I decided to give myself some extra time to get there. When I arrived there, the only thing I could see was the moon shining along with the stars in the black sky above me.
"I thought you might not come. The look on your face when you got my note didn't seem very happy," A voice said. He sounded pretty familiar now that I thought about it. I had probably met him at least a few times.
"Well, here I am anyways," I said, looking around as I tried to find the source of the voice. I finally saw it when he came out of the shadows, revealing himself. A guy with spiky brown hair and shocking hazel eyes stood before me. He had a sort of rebel look to him and while that usually wasn't my thing...I liked it.
"Theodore Nott, right?" I asked, just to make sure.
"That's me," He said. "So I have something very important to ask you, Amy."
"Okay..." I said, not sure of what he was going to ask, but I had an idea.
"Would you like to go to the ball with me?" Theodore asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, I guess the only answer to that would be 'yes'."
I was sitting in the common room, finishing the homework I had blown off for a prank, while working on some plans for a future prank at the same time. Oh, who am I trying to kid here? I was just making plans for the prank.
Two ginger-haired blurs came running in through the portrait hole and started arguing in front of me.
"Ha! I got to her first! I get to go with her!" Fred exclaimed.
"No, I got here first! I'm going with her!" George retorted.
"Yeah, don't bother to tell me what's going on," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the two brothers arguing in front of me.
"You see, Miss Lindsay, we are having a contest," George started.
"And the first one to get you gets to go to the ball with you," Fred continued for him. They seemed to do that a lot.
"But you both got here at the exact same time," I noted.
"That's very true," Fred said, nodding, which told me a plan was starting to form in his head.
"So there's only one solution," George said, exchanging a look with his twin. Obviously they were planning something...probably something devious. If I only knew...oh wait! I can
know just by popping into their minds. But where's the fun in that?
"Lindsay, would you like to the Yule Ball with us?" the twins asked in unison.
"Both of you?" I asked. This was unbelievable! Were they really asking me this?
"Well then, of course I'll go with you guys!"
"I'm so sick of school right now, why can't it just be the holidays already?" I asked and Tracey just shrugged.
Tracey Davis was some girl in my house. The only ones of my old friends that I actually talked to were Hannah and Amy, because the other three had been sorted into different houses. Correction: they had been sorted into Gryffindor, while we were sorted into Slytherin. But I can't say that I minded Slytherin. There was a nice...view.
"Shana, over here!" Draco Malfoy called at me.
YES, YES, YES! Draco Malfoy wanted to talk to me! I would do Emily's happy dance right now, but I have two very valid reasons not to. 1) I don't want to look like a fool in front of Draco and 2) I really don't feel like injuring myself.
"Hi Draco," I managed to say.
"Well hello there Shana," Draco said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I could feel myself start to blush and noticed Pansy glaring at me. Oh well, she can just suck it up.
"Draco has something to ask you," One of his friends, Crabbe, blurted out.
"Shut up," Draco glared at him with those gorgeous gray eyes of his. "But there is something I wanted to ask you."
"Draco..." Pansy said, trying to get his attention by pulling on his arm that wasn't around me.
"Be quiet," Draco ordered harshly, swinging his arm out to rid himself of her. Oh, I just started to like him even more. "I'm going to escort you to the Yule Ball."
"So how many?" I asked Emily a few minutes before the bell was due to ring, signaling the end of Potions class.
"How many what?" Emily asked, looking at me as if I had gone insane, which I probably had thanks to her, but that was beside the point.
"How many people have asked you to the ball?" I repeated, making myself clear.
"Oh! You really need to clarify yourself," She said, taking a few minutes to think as she counted off her fingers. "Like, somewhere in the twenties or thirties." I could tell she was happy about this because at our old school, that never would have happened.
"Same here," I said, giggling slightly. "See? You're not as ugly and unpopular as you always say you are." If looks could kill, I would definitely be pushing up daisies right now. "But did you say yes to anyone? That's the big question."
"No," She said, sighing slightly in what I guessed was defeat. "Did you?"
"No," I answered as well. "I'm still waiting for someone I actually want to go with to ask me."
"Same here," Emily noted. "But I think we're the only ones of our friends who haven't
gotten dates yet."
"Oh well, it's just because we're so damn special and sexy that guys are too intimidated to ask us," I said, making her laugh before the bell rang and we walked out.
"Well, if nobody asks me, I'm not going. I'd rather not go alone, and besides, if no one asks me, I can spend more time with my family," Emily mentioned.
"You're going to spend almost the whole winter break with your family! This is the time to have fun, dance and get to know someone very, very well!" I exclaimed as Emily laughing, knowing full well what I meant. "Why do you have to wait for Harry to ask you? You can ask him you know!"
"I know, but I want to be asked by him," Emily told me. "It's more special that way."
"You're impossible," I told her.
"Well I don't see you going up to some guy and asking them to go to the ball with you," She snapped at me.
"Wanna bet? I will, as long as they're athletic and good-looking," I said.
"Okay, um...Roger Davies, right over there. Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, as well as the well renowned Ravenclaw hottie, now go ask him," Emily said, giving me a push towards him. How Emily even knows about the whole Ravenclaw hottie thing, I didn't know, and I probably didn't want to know.
I walked over to the raven-haired boy and immediately struck up a conversation. "Hi Roger," I said smoothly.
"Hannah, right?" He asked.
"Yup, that's me," I said.
"I've seen you flying in the Quidditch Pitch. You're pretty good," He complimented.
"Why thank you!" I said, flattered by his compliment.
"So, um...this is going to seem kind of random, but do you want to go to the ball with me?" He asked.
"Of course," I said. "I'll see you there." I turned around, walking back to where Emily was standing, looking at me expectantly.
"So did you ask him?" She asked, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently.
"Well, I was just about to ask him when he asked me instead," I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't catch it.
"LIAR! You lied! I'm so offended right now, Hannah. I bet you weren't even going to ask him, but were going to use your cunning Slytherin ways to get him to ask you like he did," She said dramatically, pretending to be mad at me.
"You're a freak!" I exclaimed. She just smiled at me, giving me a look that clearly said that that was the reason I liked her so much, and that was definitely a part of it.
"Well, now I have a reason to wait for him to ask me, but..." Emily started to say, looking at me with big, puppy dog eyes.
"You want me to 'encourage him', don't you?" I asked, knowing exactly what she wanted me to do.
"Please!" She begged, getting down on her knees in front of me. "I'm getting me knees dirty for you! And I don't do that for just anyone!"
"Fine!" I said, rolling my eyes because I wanted her to shut up. "I'll go find him and talk to him."
"Thank you!" Emily said before running away. Great. So I was left here to find Harry, and see how he felt about Emily. Oh I sure hoped that he liked her. Lucky for me, he came up to me so I didn't have to go roaming the grounds trying to find him, and believe me, the Hogwarts Grounds were huge
"Harry! You're exactly the guy I was looking for," I told him.
"Same here," He said. Oh god, he wanted to ask me to the ball!
"I'm sorry Harry, I already have a date and I just couldn't do that to my friend," I said.
"Umm...Hannah, I wasn't going to ask you to the ball. I was going to ask for your help," Harry said, casting me a weird look. Well, I was used to that.
"Oh good," I said, letting a relieved sigh escape my lips. If he had wanted to ask me, that would've been horrible because it would've meant that he didn't like Emily, and I didn't want to see her get her heartbroken by the guy she had a crush on again.
"Okay then...well, what I was going to ask you is if you could help me ask Emily to the ball," Harry said nervously, ruffling the hair at the back of his head, "because you guys are always around her and whenever I try to go near her to ask her, you guys start giggling like you're barmy! What's with girls and giggling at this school?!"
"Wow, what weird circumstances," I thought out loud, ignoring his rant.
"Can you help me or what?" Harry asked impatiently. Jeez, people were just so impatient today. A little bit of patience never hurt anyone.
"I'll just give you a little tidbit of advice," I said. "Just do it. Just go right up to her and ask."
"Okay...but what if, and I'm just throwing out ideas here, I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend?" Harry asked, trying to inconspicuous but obviously not doing such a great job.
"Are you?" I asked immediately, wanting to get to the bottom of this. "Because her best friend should definitely know this before she does."
"Well, I was thinking about it," Harry said awkwardly, shuffling his feet and ruffling his hair again. He did that a lot, I noticed.
"Ohmigod, this is so great! She'll say yes, I know it. Okay, so if you are, do something really
romantic, she loves that kind of stuff," I said.
"Thanks," Harry said before running off. I don't know where he was going, but he must've been getting ready.
"I'm really excited for the ball - I mean, we all have dates and stuff. It's going to be really fun," Amy said as she put a potato chip in her mouth. We were all sitting down in the kitchens with our pajamas on, discussing the upcoming ball, which seemed to be all anybody could talk about lately.
"I don't have a date!" I exclaimed as I took a bite out of my strawberry cheesecake.
"It's not our fault that you said no to everyone who's asked you," Emilie pointed out.
"It's not our fault you said not to everyone who's asked you," I mimicked angrily. "Emilie, you've got something on your face."
"Where?" She asked.
"Right..." I started, picking up her chocolate cake and squishing it into her face. "...there."
"That was really mean," Emilie said, wiping cake out of her eyes. I responded by just sticking my tongue at her.
"Well, like I said before, I'm not going if I don't have a date," I said.
"Yes you will, even if we have to drag you there in your pajamas," Lindsay told me.
"Yeah," Hermione said. "Come on, you can find someone to go with. All of the guys want to go with you anyways; you just have to ask one."
"That's not the point! I have someone I want to go with," I said. "Why do I always do this to myself? I get my hopes up and watch them crash in front of me."
"There has to be some way to solve it," Ginny said.
"You're right," I said, nodding like I had seen the light of the situation. As if. "I'll get fat, move to a country with lots of other fat people, and start watching for UFO's."
"And you say I'm the drama queen?" Emilie asked, giving me a look. Wait, I knew that look. It was so familiar...
"THAT'S MY LOOK!" I exclaimed, pointing at her with my eyes wide in shock and terror that she would take my look.
"Whatever," Emilie said, blowing me off. "Wait...Shana, who are you going with?"
"Draco Malfoy," Shana said, smiling at the thought of it, but the rest of us were repulsed (well, not Amy and Hannah so much, but the rest of us Gryffies).
"Shana, I may not know you that well, but I know that you can do so much better than Malfoy," Hermione noted.
"You know, he likes me and is nice to me, so that's all that really matters to me," Shana said. "And if anyone says any different, no one will be happy."
"Whatever," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Oh! And I got a letter from my mum saying that if you guys wanted to come over for a few days during winter break, she'd be fine with that. She's especially excited to see you Emily; apparently she hasn't seen you since you were a baby."
"Your parents knew me when I was little?" I asked, looking at her in confusion.
"Yeah, my mum even sent me a picture of you, me and Ron. Allie was apparently a baby, and Kelsey was in Kindergarten at the time," She informed me, handing me a picture out of her pocket. That was definitely me, with my almost white blonde hair and Big Bear at my side. And there was Ginny and Ron, their flaming red hair standing out. Ginny and I were playing dress up and making Ron play with us.
"I remember that...I can't believe I even forgot that!" I said, chuckling at the sight of four-year-old Ron in a dress and high heels with make-up all over his face.
"Yeah, my mum said you can keep that picture, we've got a copy at our house," Ginny told me.
"Well, we'll be coming for sure," Lindsay said, grinning mischievously.
Still Emily's POV
We've missed you so much since school has started. Your headmaster has told us about the Yule Ball and has made special arrangements for you and your friends to go back to school the day of and to come back as soon as it ends.
We've also talked to our old friends, the Weasley's, who have told us that their daughter, Ginny, has asked if you could stay for a few days during the break. We said yes, and we will be coming for the New Year's party of course, and then we'll come get you a few days after.
Keep up your singing we don't want you to lose that voice of yours. Oh! And one last thing. They started developing on our street so we had to move. We made sure that we got all of your stuff into boxes. There was a house for sale next door to Hannah (the one you pointed out) so we bought it, knowing you two would like those arrangements. It's also close to where your sister's friends live, so it's worked out great. So Apparate to Hannah's house when you come home, and then go next door. That's all for now sweetie.
Mom, Dad, Kelsey, Allie, Yaz and Starla
"That is so cool!" I said to myself as I picked up the next letter that was in my lap.
I was in the Owlery reading the letters I had gotten from my family, and from some of my friends. I was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the "window". It was more of a hole in the wall than anything. But I guess that's because the owls had to get out somehow. I opened my last letter and began to read it.
YOU NEED TO COME BACK! School is so boring without you, Hannah, Lindsay and Amy. There's no one to bug! Just kidding. I do dope you like your new school and I'm sorry this is my first letter. Lots of homework and all. Hope we get a chance to hang out during the holidays.
Love your completely bored and lonely friend/brother,
I started laughing to myself after reading this. He was such a goof! Too bad he didn't get to come to Hogwarts.
It was really relaxing up here. High up where no one could find me. Only the owls, who were occasionally hooting. The wind was whispering in my ear. It was...nice. But definitely cold.
There were so many different kinds of owls up here. They were all so beautiful! Snowy owls, eagle owls, barn owls, really tiny owls, humongous owls...they were like coconuts! There was a certain snowy owl giving me an odd look, as if it understood what I was thinking.
"You must be Hedwig, am I right?" I asked the owl, and it hooted softly as if flew over and landed on my arm. "I've never met an owl before. I did a project on owls though. It was on snowy owls like yourself, actually. I got an A on that project. Not a wizard A, a muggle A. So that would be a wizard O. I've always loved snowy owls you know. You're very beautiful, and smart from what I gather."
Hedwig gave me an affectionate nip, obviously liking the compliments I was giving her.
"Hi Emily," a voice said. Oh no, it was his
voice. ABORT MISSION!
"Hi," I responded shyly.
"Just a question...were you talking to Hedwig?" He asked.
"Well, yes, but it's because all animals have feelings and can understand what you're saying to them. Like I talk to Sono all the time, but right now he's napping under my covers in my dorm," I said, rambling on like a bumbling idiot.
"That's cool," Harry said, coming over to where I was sitting. "Aren't you scared you're going to fall?"
"Nah, got my wings, remember?" I asked.
"Oh yes," Harry said as I fiddled with a piece of paper that was in my hand. "So, um...dowannayougoballmewith?"
"Pardon?" I asked, not understanding a single word that he had just said to me.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me? I mean, if you don't, that's fine, because you probably already have date and all, but I just wanted to know," He said really fast and nervously, his hand automatically going up to his hair and ruffling it. Man oh man; I loved it when he did that.
"Yeah, I'd love to," I said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Great! That's really great; I'll see you at five on Christmas Eve then?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Down in the Great Hall though, okay?"
"Of course, of course," Harry said, starting to walk away now that he had the letter Hedwig had been carrying in his own hands. "See yeah later then."
"Bye," I said shyly. I looked to make sure he was gone before standing up. "OHMIGOD! YES!"
I started doing my happy dance, the one that you can't describe because it is so messed up, but that's before I heard someone stifling their laughter. I looked over at the door and Harry was still standing there, his hand over his mouth to try and prevent himself from laughing, but it wasn't working very well.
"Oh! Hi...um...there was a...err...bug on me, yeah, there was a bug on me."
"You are definitely something else," He said before laughing and walking away again.
Time to start dancing again.
Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"
He led me to the doorway of the Entrance Hall where snow was gently falling outside, the slight breeze bringing some of it inside. "I've been meaning to ask you something, but well, err...I wasn't sure how," Harry said, awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"Okay," I said. I really didn't know what would happen next, and that was a bit unsettling for me.
"Well, I'm still not sure how to say this so...here," Harry said, holding out a small box wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper.
"Thanks," I took it from his hands and looked at it. What was it and why was it so important?
"Open it," He said, a pleading look in his eyes as he looked at me.
"'Kay," I said, looking at it while I opened it. It was a velvet blue box, and when I opened it, I gasped in shock.