The Note
The school air was cold, so several students wore heavy coats, scarves, etc. Harry Potter not being one of those students, then thinking he's better for not "being bothered by something so dumb"
"You could get sick," Hermione would always nitpick, but he never cared. He thought he would look dumb, like a small boy-which he is. "Plus, it gets cold in the castle! I've heard someone died, but that is just a rumor," She looked at Harry, who seemed unbothered
"Wait," Ron began, "Someone died?" he sounded terrified. Rightfully so, because who wouldn't be scared?
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It is just a rumor," she scoffed, "If you believed every single rumor in Hogwarts...then you'd be like half the girls here and the rest of the guys," She sighed, knowing that Ron had just further proved her point. "Speaking of the cold...and the winter, are any of you two going to the ball?" She looked at the two guys, begging them to ask her so she could rub it in their faces that she would be attending.
"Naw," Ron looked away, "I don't have a date," he said sheepishly.
"Well, you could always go without one. But I don't need to," Hermione smiled. Ron and Harry could care less about who/what Hermione was taking with her to this famous Winter's Ball. All the two knew was that they certainly would not go.
"That ball sounds dumb," Harry rolled his eyes, beginning to get slightly bothered by the cold. "I could care less 'bout it," he shivered.
"I told you, you'd get cold!" Hermione complained. "Can't you guys just go!" She whined loudly. She was never the type to whine...well...she never whined THAT much...WELL, AT LEAST SHE WASN'T DRACO MALFOY! "Why don't the two of you boys just listen to me,"
"Not'in' much to listen to," Ron laughed.
Hermione did not find that funny, "I never liked those jokes,"
"Harry, what are you gawking at," Ron asked, ignoring Hermione. Harry had a small piece of paper in his hand that barely covered his palm. It was far too small for the other two to read it, but he definitely could.
"No way," He spoke out loud.
"What?" The other two asked in unison, though Ron sounded more curious and Hermione aggravated.
Harry broke out in laughter. Neither of them knew if he was happy or making fun of someone. "Someone wants to go to that stupid ball with me!" he laughed.
"Cool!" Ron broke in, "Who is it?"
"Oh, was it not cool when I was talking about it?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Shut up," Ron replied quietly before Hermione's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"I dunno," Harry looked up to show them the note, "All it says is,"
"Are you going to The Winter's Ball?" was written in sloppy, blocky handwriting on the white message in bold, black ink.
"Must be a guy," Ron laughed, Harry shot him a quick side-eye.
"No, I would never go to a dance with a guy!" Harry defended himself.
"No, look at the handwriting," Hermione pointed at the note, "It's familiar and messy. Harry, how many females have ever written you a note?"
"Uh..."
"Zero," She answered for him, "How many males have written you a note,"
Harry sat waiting for her response
"ONE!" Hermione groaned, "Must I have to think for you?" She complained. "And guess who it was?"
"You don't think...no that is impossible!" Harry's jaw was wedged open by shock.
"Who?" Ron asked.
"The only guy who has ever written me a note-WHICH WAS A NOTE TO MAKE FUN OF ME-is definitely not trying to ask to dance with me,"
"Can you guys just say who?" Ron asked.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other, both unaware of what to say.
TO BE CONTINUED