Era of Potter (HARRY POTTER FanFiction)

Chapter Ninety-Four-Yule Ball

The castle was a buzz with excitement and apprehension the night of the Yule Ball had. The boys were all putting on their dress robes, none seeming to be pleased that they had to wear the fancy clothes. Most where also nervous about who they were going with but Ron found that he had little need to be nervous. Luna wasn't about to care if he had button his dress robes all the way up, or if his hair was perfect as Lavender seemed to expect out of Seamus. Of course if he had been going with Hermione he probably would have fussed more … but she would have cared and he would want to make her happy. That was probably the only good thing about not going to the ball with Hermione.

"Aren't you going to at least button up your shirt," Dean asked Ron, his expression was envious as if he longed for the same ease of the wardrobe as Ron had.

"Nah," Ron smirked at him and he received glares from all the other boys, even Harry. "You know that Ginny isn't going to care …" he started to say to his friend.

"I'm not worried about Ginny … it's McGonagall that's troublesome," Harry said making a face. "'You're a champion Potter! Why wasn't you're shirt button? You disgraced your school … disgraced Gryffindor. Do you know how impossible it has been to talk to Snape after that."

Everyone in the boys dorm was laughing at that. Though they couldn't really imagine McGonagall saying that, they knew that she would not appreciate a casual dress robes all the same.

"Tough luck mate," Ron said slapping him on the back, "Are you ready yet?"

"Thanks for you undying support Ron," Harry glared at his grinning friend and then shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this damn night over with."

"You'd think that going to a dance with a girl was worst than facing a dragon or even facing you-know-who, the way you look," Seamus said laughing as Harry shrugged again.

"Well he is going with Ginny … she can be worse than a dragon if you get her angry," Ron laughed too.

"She's not bad … it's the dancing that's got me worried," Harry pointed out to them and then fleeing from the room as the others laughed at his expense. It was all right for them to laugh … they weren't going to be forced to dance in front of everyone one else. When they got downstairs Dean and Seamus left to met their dates while Ron and Harry waited for Hermione and Ginny . Hermione had asked Viktor to meet her at the entrance of the Great hall explaining that she wanted to share some of the night with her friends by walking to the Great Hall together.

"Wow," Ron whispered suddenly as he looked at the stairs to the girl's dormitory. There she was, perfect at everything she did, of course she was beyond beautiful in the elegant dress. He would have taken wearing the tightest most uncomfortable dress robe … to be filled with nothing but nerves … to be the one to go to the ball with her.

Blinking a few times, Ron was a little shock by what he was seeing. Her hair had been tamed. He didn't think that was even possible, but it had been tied into an elegant knot. He loved her wild hair, he liked to think it was a physical proof of her passion and anger. She liked to be organized, but there was always a part of her that would be wild and uncontrolled. He felt a little sad that she had indeed controlled her hair, but he couldn't deny that she looked good with it up. Her hair being up brought attention to her long neck among … other things. It also somehow made her eyes bring into focuses, her expression easier to read then ever as she started at him, with a sad look, as if waiting for a response from him.

"Hey," he said when Hermione and Ginny made it downstairs and was near them.

"Hey," she repeated back at him. He could see that was not what she was looking for, but she smiled at him, though there was still a little sadness in her eyes, he knew the smile was genuine.