The Nightmare.
I TOLD YOU SO! I KNEW it was going to be a bloody nightmare. I told everyone it was going to be a hell of a disaster and I was RIGHT! More right than anyone can ever be! I'd have been a millionaire by now if I'd betted on it with the whole school. Maybe then I'd have enough money to migrate to the Alps, find a cave there and live with the Yeti for the rest of my sodding life. That's definitely better than sitting here, banging my head on the table, hoping the whole night was really nothing more than a nightmare... Why did I even turn up for it? Ugh.
The whole ball was showing disaster signs even before it bloody began. See, when I said "It is just Hermione" on my previous journal entry, I didn't mean it the way she thought I did. What I meant was that she's a friend and I shouldn't be nervous about going to the ball with a friend, even if she's my best friend and even if I wish she- I mean, I just meant it didn't have to be a big thing but somehow it felt bigger and then when she- Oh bugger it. Anyway, she took it the wrong way and got mad at me. And there was no bloody way I could explain anything without her getting even madder because somehow, girls don't speak the same English I do.
I mean, really, why did they have to go and invent a whole new bloody language by themselves?!
If I didn't want her to be my ball date I wouldn't have asked her, now would I?! Why is that so bloody hard to understand? Well, so I went knocking on her door at lunchtime and told her that she's free to go with someone else if she wants and I'm not going to go because it's her I want to go with. Not really sure why I said that but it was worth a try, I guess. I thought she was going to slam the door in my face but she started smiling at me really weirdly and said to meet her at 7pm and that she was going to get dressed. For a moment she looked like she was going to do that girly thing she did to me during our 4th year, you know, that hugging thing. But thank Merlin, she didn't, not that I would have minded if- well, anyway so, I went back to my room to get ready for the ball, too.
Harry was already all dressed up in his new robes when I saw him and he told me Fred was out waiting for us in the common room with Ginny. Neville looked like he was about to pass out from nerves, kept asking us if his robes colour matched his aura. He really needs to stop spending so much time with Lavender. Auras, my foot! Lucky thing I didn't grow too much this year so my robes still fit me, not too short or anything. It'd have been nice to get new robes though, but I think I looked pretty all right in mine, I hope. Well, she seemed to like it so that's all good.
By the time I got to the common room, everyone was already there, except for Hermione (I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to sneak in some revision time before the ball because she's mental like that). Ginny was playing tug-o-war with Fred over Dante. She looked all dressed up in her robes, it's kind of weird really, seeing her so grown up like that, and she did that thing to her hair that she always did to her dolls (the only few that survived being used as buldgers by George and Fred, that is) back home.
Hermione turned up exactly at 7pm, not that I was staring at the clock or anything like that. She looked really different, even more different than she did during the 4th year Yule ball. She did something different to her hair, too. It was all straight and shiny and her robes were Gryffindor red and she had something shiny on her lips... It was- she was, she looked all very uh, different, in a really good way, yeah.
Then Fred had to be the enormous git he always is and told me to pick up my jaw from the floor. My jaw was NOT bloody on the floor! I would have kicked him in the shins if my head wasn't spinning so badly. I thought I was going to bloody throw up anytime, not sure why but it can't be because I was nervous because I wasn't. But anyway, we made our way to the Great Hall to meet Susan Bones who was Harry's ball date. Hermione has really small hands.. The hall was all decorated in shades of blue with wicked shooting stars across the walls. They looked rather like Snitches from a distance, nice one! Way to go, Dean, brilliant job!
The house elves must have stayed up nights to prepare the feast, because there wasn't any food or dessert in England that didn't show up on that table. Only, no one seemed to be very hungry and Ginny and I were very cleverly avoiding anything Fred tried to give us, hah! Having those two clowns as brothers sure taught us a thing or two about being suspicious, but I think I might have eaten something wrong somehow since my tummy kept doing annoying flips, like I'd swallowed a tummy full of Peppermint Toads. I'm telling you, it's freaky, the flips get worse whenever she's uhm, near.
Dumbledore had Nine Inch Wands as the musical act of the evening. Ginny likes them a lot and was dragging us all to the dance floor but it was way more fun laughing at Lavender and Parvati who were doing some practiced dance steps on the dance floor. Those two have obviously read one tea leaf too many this lifetime, I mean, seriously. No wonder Seamus spent the whole evening drinking his weird tonic and looking like really wanted to be somewhere else. Harry did, too. He ought to have asked someone he knew better really, I mean, Susan is cool but Crookshanks and Pig probably have more to talk about than them both. Oh well.
Then we saw Malfoy the Dwarf and his plastic date and we all started laughing so hard I nearly snorted the punch through my nose! It'd have been worth it though, the sight of that Parkinson freak towering a full 3 heads above that fleabag git, HAHA! What was he thinking having her wear such high heels, doesn't he bloody know that even when I'm doubled over in laughter I'd still be taller than him?! Ginny thinks that he wouldn't be such a bloody sod if he weren't so short. I say, once a sod always a sod and it's just funnier that he's a bloody hobbit at the same time, HAH!
The Colin guy swooped in and asked Ginny for a dance while Fred disappeared to Merlin knows where. Good thing I was there to get his filthy paws off her! How dare that traitor come near Ginny, don't think I don't know he's been hanging out Goyle, of all people! Who knows what slimy fleas he's got from all that bad company, some people just don't know the bad from the good, honestly! Can't bloody have him contaminating my sister now, can I?!
And then things started to go downhill from there and it was ALL Fred's fault! He bloody spiked the punch with some sticky potion! And to think I've been avoiding the food at the dinner table the whole bloody night!
What happened was, some slow song came on and so Hermione and I went off to dance and I didn't step on her foot even once. It was nice.. and she looked really nice, she sure deserves to have a date who has two eyebrows instead of one, haha. Well, then I kind of put my hand around her waist and my hand kind of slipped down, just a little (IT WASN'T WHERE EVERYONE THOUGHT IT WAS, ALRIGHT?!), and I guess she kind of noticed and kind of tried to move my hand back and guess what? I COULDN'T! WE WERE BLOODY STUCK, THANKS TO FRED WHO THINKS HE'S REALLY FUNNY!
And worse, EVERYBLOODYONE noticed! If THAT wasn't a nightmare, I don't know what is. Good ol' Ginny tried to block us from view but it was a tad too late and Fred was just SO NOT HELPING. Lavender and Neville got stuck together, too. And so did Professor Snape and Sirius (bet it's going to take a while to get all that grease of him), which was actually bloody funny but I was a bit preoccupied with plotting the death of Fred and George Weasley! Wait till Mum hears about this, they'd be getting howlers for a week and SERVES THEM RIGHT!
The sticky potion eventually wore off after like, a century, but Hermione ran straight to the bathroom, which was never a good sign. Girls always seem to like hiding in bathrooms when they're upset, even when they're dead, mind you, (go check out the girl's bathroom on the second floor if you don't believe me), just some things I'll never bloody understand. And so, instead of pounding Fred into powder and feeding him to the gigantic chickens, I spent the next hour outside the bathroom trying to get her out of there. The things I do for friends, honestly!
It wasn't until Colin started shouting bloody murder about a fight breaking out between Harry and Malfoy that Hermione finally came out of that hell hole. But by the time we got out there, Harry was already gone, off to the hospital wing, I reckoned. Sirius and Professor Lupin were there trying to hold down Malfoy who was yelling around like a sodding banshee. His nose was all bloodied up (Go, Harry!) and Slytherins got 50 points taken off by Professor McGonagall! About time we get some justice around here, I'm telling you! But we got 50 points taken off as well, bummer. I hope that git's nose falls off permanently, at least then he won't have one to stick into our bloody business!
The ball was cancelled after that, which was just as well since Hermione was refusing to talk to me anymore and she went straight up to bed. No good nights, no nothing, she's been avoiding me for the whole of today as well. I just can't bloody win, can I?! Anyway, Fred threw an after-party for the Gryffindors in the common room so I hung out there for a bit with Seamus who was sulking up a storm in a corner. He told me what happened with Dean. I was shocked at first but it started to make sense, I mean, it's understandable that he'd have feelings for Dean since they've always been the best of friends. Strange how things just happen, eh?
One minute he's just a friend and then you spend more and more time together and you find yourself enjoying having her around. And then suddenly you realised she's actually a girl, a real girl, and not just a buddy. Then things just get so complicated around him. I guess I can sort of understand what Seamus was saying. Quite tragic, really. Such a nightmare, last night was, seriously. Hopefully Dean will work thing out with him. Good luck there, mate!
I wasn't really in the mood for anything so I went back to the dorm after Seamus went off to throw up again. Harry was already in bed when I got there and he told me about what happened with Malfoy. Turns out that piece of trash was insulting Susan and Harry's mum AND he was the bloody one who broke Harry's nose that week! How DARE he! If I were there, he would have gotten way more than just a broken nose! What a bastard! Lucky Harry landed a few good punches on him this time!
Oh boy, this sure was a long entry! Nothing else for me to do anyway. Hermione is too busy avoiding me since The Nightmare and Harry is nowhere to be found. Maybe I should just go find a bloody bathroom to hide in and wait for no one to find me until I'm dead and rotting and haunting the bathroom as Roaming Ronald. Good plan, isn't it?
The whole ball was showing disaster signs even before it bloody began. See, when I said "It is just Hermione" on my previous journal entry, I didn't mean it the way she thought I did. What I meant was that she's a friend and I shouldn't be nervous about going to the ball with a friend, even if she's my best friend and even if I wish she- I mean, I just meant it didn't have to be a big thing but somehow it felt bigger and then when she- Oh bugger it. Anyway, she took it the wrong way and got mad at me. And there was no bloody way I could explain anything without her getting even madder because somehow, girls don't speak the same English I do.
I mean, really, why did they have to go and invent a whole new bloody language by themselves?!
If I didn't want her to be my ball date I wouldn't have asked her, now would I?! Why is that so bloody hard to understand? Well, so I went knocking on her door at lunchtime and told her that she's free to go with someone else if she wants and I'm not going to go because it's her I want to go with. Not really sure why I said that but it was worth a try, I guess. I thought she was going to slam the door in my face but she started smiling at me really weirdly and said to meet her at 7pm and that she was going to get dressed. For a moment she looked like she was going to do that girly thing she did to me during our 4th year, you know, that hugging thing. But thank Merlin, she didn't, not that I would have minded if- well, anyway so, I went back to my room to get ready for the ball, too.
Harry was already all dressed up in his new robes when I saw him and he told me Fred was out waiting for us in the common room with Ginny. Neville looked like he was about to pass out from nerves, kept asking us if his robes colour matched his aura. He really needs to stop spending so much time with Lavender. Auras, my foot! Lucky thing I didn't grow too much this year so my robes still fit me, not too short or anything. It'd have been nice to get new robes though, but I think I looked pretty all right in mine, I hope. Well, she seemed to like it so that's all good.
By the time I got to the common room, everyone was already there, except for Hermione (I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to sneak in some revision time before the ball because she's mental like that). Ginny was playing tug-o-war with Fred over Dante. She looked all dressed up in her robes, it's kind of weird really, seeing her so grown up like that, and she did that thing to her hair that she always did to her dolls (the only few that survived being used as buldgers by George and Fred, that is) back home.
Hermione turned up exactly at 7pm, not that I was staring at the clock or anything like that. She looked really different, even more different than she did during the 4th year Yule ball. She did something different to her hair, too. It was all straight and shiny and her robes were Gryffindor red and she had something shiny on her lips... It was- she was, she looked all very uh, different, in a really good way, yeah.
Then Fred had to be the enormous git he always is and told me to pick up my jaw from the floor. My jaw was NOT bloody on the floor! I would have kicked him in the shins if my head wasn't spinning so badly. I thought I was going to bloody throw up anytime, not sure why but it can't be because I was nervous because I wasn't. But anyway, we made our way to the Great Hall to meet Susan Bones who was Harry's ball date. Hermione has really small hands.. The hall was all decorated in shades of blue with wicked shooting stars across the walls. They looked rather like Snitches from a distance, nice one! Way to go, Dean, brilliant job!
The house elves must have stayed up nights to prepare the feast, because there wasn't any food or dessert in England that didn't show up on that table. Only, no one seemed to be very hungry and Ginny and I were very cleverly avoiding anything Fred tried to give us, hah! Having those two clowns as brothers sure taught us a thing or two about being suspicious, but I think I might have eaten something wrong somehow since my tummy kept doing annoying flips, like I'd swallowed a tummy full of Peppermint Toads. I'm telling you, it's freaky, the flips get worse whenever she's uhm, near.
Dumbledore had Nine Inch Wands as the musical act of the evening. Ginny likes them a lot and was dragging us all to the dance floor but it was way more fun laughing at Lavender and Parvati who were doing some practiced dance steps on the dance floor. Those two have obviously read one tea leaf too many this lifetime, I mean, seriously. No wonder Seamus spent the whole evening drinking his weird tonic and looking like really wanted to be somewhere else. Harry did, too. He ought to have asked someone he knew better really, I mean, Susan is cool but Crookshanks and Pig probably have more to talk about than them both. Oh well.
Then we saw Malfoy the Dwarf and his plastic date and we all started laughing so hard I nearly snorted the punch through my nose! It'd have been worth it though, the sight of that Parkinson freak towering a full 3 heads above that fleabag git, HAHA! What was he thinking having her wear such high heels, doesn't he bloody know that even when I'm doubled over in laughter I'd still be taller than him?! Ginny thinks that he wouldn't be such a bloody sod if he weren't so short. I say, once a sod always a sod and it's just funnier that he's a bloody hobbit at the same time, HAH!
The Colin guy swooped in and asked Ginny for a dance while Fred disappeared to Merlin knows where. Good thing I was there to get his filthy paws off her! How dare that traitor come near Ginny, don't think I don't know he's been hanging out Goyle, of all people! Who knows what slimy fleas he's got from all that bad company, some people just don't know the bad from the good, honestly! Can't bloody have him contaminating my sister now, can I?!
And then things started to go downhill from there and it was ALL Fred's fault! He bloody spiked the punch with some sticky potion! And to think I've been avoiding the food at the dinner table the whole bloody night!
What happened was, some slow song came on and so Hermione and I went off to dance and I didn't step on her foot even once. It was nice.. and she looked really nice, she sure deserves to have a date who has two eyebrows instead of one, haha. Well, then I kind of put my hand around her waist and my hand kind of slipped down, just a little (IT WASN'T WHERE EVERYONE THOUGHT IT WAS, ALRIGHT?!), and I guess she kind of noticed and kind of tried to move my hand back and guess what? I COULDN'T! WE WERE BLOODY STUCK, THANKS TO FRED WHO THINKS HE'S REALLY FUNNY!
And worse, EVERYBLOODYONE noticed! If THAT wasn't a nightmare, I don't know what is. Good ol' Ginny tried to block us from view but it was a tad too late and Fred was just SO NOT HELPING. Lavender and Neville got stuck together, too. And so did Professor Snape and Sirius (bet it's going to take a while to get all that grease of him), which was actually bloody funny but I was a bit preoccupied with plotting the death of Fred and George Weasley! Wait till Mum hears about this, they'd be getting howlers for a week and SERVES THEM RIGHT!
The sticky potion eventually wore off after like, a century, but Hermione ran straight to the bathroom, which was never a good sign. Girls always seem to like hiding in bathrooms when they're upset, even when they're dead, mind you, (go check out the girl's bathroom on the second floor if you don't believe me), just some things I'll never bloody understand. And so, instead of pounding Fred into powder and feeding him to the gigantic chickens, I spent the next hour outside the bathroom trying to get her out of there. The things I do for friends, honestly!
It wasn't until Colin started shouting bloody murder about a fight breaking out between Harry and Malfoy that Hermione finally came out of that hell hole. But by the time we got out there, Harry was already gone, off to the hospital wing, I reckoned. Sirius and Professor Lupin were there trying to hold down Malfoy who was yelling around like a sodding banshee. His nose was all bloodied up (Go, Harry!) and Slytherins got 50 points taken off by Professor McGonagall! About time we get some justice around here, I'm telling you! But we got 50 points taken off as well, bummer. I hope that git's nose falls off permanently, at least then he won't have one to stick into our bloody business!
The ball was cancelled after that, which was just as well since Hermione was refusing to talk to me anymore and she went straight up to bed. No good nights, no nothing, she's been avoiding me for the whole of today as well. I just can't bloody win, can I?! Anyway, Fred threw an after-party for the Gryffindors in the common room so I hung out there for a bit with Seamus who was sulking up a storm in a corner. He told me what happened with Dean. I was shocked at first but it started to make sense, I mean, it's understandable that he'd have feelings for Dean since they've always been the best of friends. Strange how things just happen, eh?
One minute he's just a friend and then you spend more and more time together and you find yourself enjoying having her around. And then suddenly you realised she's actually a girl, a real girl, and not just a buddy. Then things just get so complicated around him. I guess I can sort of understand what Seamus was saying. Quite tragic, really. Such a nightmare, last night was, seriously. Hopefully Dean will work thing out with him. Good luck there, mate!
I wasn't really in the mood for anything so I went back to the dorm after Seamus went off to throw up again. Harry was already in bed when I got there and he told me about what happened with Malfoy. Turns out that piece of trash was insulting Susan and Harry's mum AND he was the bloody one who broke Harry's nose that week! How DARE he! If I were there, he would have gotten way more than just a broken nose! What a bastard! Lucky Harry landed a few good punches on him this time!
Oh boy, this sure was a long entry! Nothing else for me to do anyway. Hermione is too busy avoiding me since The Nightmare and Harry is nowhere to be found. Maybe I should just go find a bloody bathroom to hide in and wait for no one to find me until I'm dead and rotting and haunting the bathroom as Roaming Ronald. Good plan, isn't it?