percyneedsalife: The Ball

The Ball

George and I spent a week on our sticky potion. It's absolutely brilliant: not long after it's consumed, it makes the user stick to whatever (or whomever, ha, ha, ha!) he touches for at least ten minutes. Possibly longer, depending on how much potion there is. (It's only 4 sickles, too, so buy up!)

We had a bit of a, er, mishap getting it into bottles -- George was stuck to my arm for a full five minutes -- so I thought I was going to be late meeting Ginny. I made it just in time; I walked in the old Gryffindor common room (memories!) right as she walked down the stairs. She had some complicated thing in her hair and she looked really pretty (my baby sister all grown up!), which is probably why Creevey tried to plaster himself on her later. I don't trust that boy. He walks round with a camera, for Merlin's sake; just what is he trying to catch? I wouldn't be surprised if someone found him sneaking into the girls' washroom.

Er, dinner was nice, even though Ginny kept looking at her food oddly. As if I would enchant dinner! I would like to believe she thinks I have more class than that. Ron was looking like having Hermione on his arm was the biggest thing that had ever happened to him. He had this ridiculously funny grin on his face the whole time. I would bet a knut he had read those books we sent and was planning some devious action of his own. He's learned from the best, of course. Me!

Harry and Susan looked nice, but in that really embarrassed why-am-I-here way. Malfoy walked in later with his girlfriend, not dressed in plastics like she said she'd be, which was disappointing. But she was wearing these enormous spiked heels that made her seem like she towered above ickle Drakikins. She also had nice cleavage, but you didn't hear that from me.

Onto the dance. I'm not really into music, but the band Dumbledore got was brilliant. Nine Inch Something-or-other. Everyone loved them so much that they didn't notice me sneaking round the punch bowl. I poured in the sticky potion from the flask I carried with me, stirred it in, and watched a couple of fifth years take a swing. Ha, ha, ha. More dancing ensued. Then Ginny stepped on Malfoy's stupid robes and he took it out on us, calling us imbred, which is ironic coming from him, since his parents look like brother and sister, and yes, I've seen them! They look like bloody twins! His genes are probably so buggered he has mental problems, which is probably why he's such a puppy-kicking, foul-mouthed nutter with a stalking obsession. Ginny was about to cry at what the bastard said, but I knew he had taken a big helping of the sticky potion, so I held back.

It's a good thing I did, too, because later he got in some brawl with Harry, and they ended up stuck together. Malfoy was bleeding all over the place, too. I hope Harry broke his nose. 'Course, it ended the Ball, but hey, if Malfoy got bloodied up a bit, it was worth it. Cheer up, Harry!

The potion was a complete success. I added more later on in the evening (although Ron tells me that Creevy danced with Ginny while I did >:0 ), and while Ginny and I were dancing, that Longbottom kid and his date started sticking together! Even better, somehow Snape and Black tripped over each other and got stuck, too! Then came the best part:

Ron's hand was stuck on Hermione's bum. I'm completely serious. Stuck. To. Hermione's. Bum.

I was so proud. When I wasn't in hysterics, of course.

That had to be the best Ball I ever went to. I don't care if it got cancelled. Ron had his hand on Hermione's arse! Malfoy got beaten! Our potion worked!

knight_to_h3 @ 2002-06-17 04:52 pm UTC

It WASN'T ON HER BUM! SHUT UP, JUST BLOODY SHUT UP, WILL YOU?!

percyneedsalife @ 2002-06-18 07:32 pm UTC

IT WAS TOO, YOU LADY KILLER. A WHOLE HEAP OF PEOPLE SAW YOU, DON'T DENY IT!

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