Karaoke Night

Karaoke Night

I smiled as I thought about the ball and the karaoke afterwards. I was always said to be a good singer. I'd be wearing an expensive dress, as always, and I'd be going with Harry Potter. I was going to have a great time. I, third-year Mary Weasley, am very excited about this. I remember how Harry and I met. He became friends with Ron on the Hogwarts Express. I walked in and saw him...and yes, I was instantly head over heels. I have a brother named Ron (he's my fraternal twin and sometimes a pest), two other twin brothers named Fred and George (they're way more of pests than Ron), a younger sister named Ginny, three more brothers named Bill, Charlie, and Percy - and I think that's about it. Of course, naturally, Ron's not too happy about Harry and all, he never talks to me about him - but I think Ginny likes it. She sort of looks up to me, but yet at the same time, she's kind of jealous. All in all, I have a pretty good life. You're probably wondering - If I'm a Weasley, why do I have an expensive dress? Well, I'm a model...not a very good one, mind you - but a model all the same. I get free dresses, the ones that I model, because I have them specially fitted. They wouldn't fit anyone else, and that way, they don't pay me, they just let me keep my dress. Tonight I was going to wear a black dress (very pretty if I say so myself) and have a wonderful time. I picked up the phone to call my best friend, Hermione Granger, to ask her what she was going to wear, but I put the phone down, eventually deciding it might be offending if she wasn't asked and wasn't going to go. When the time came finally for the ball and karaoke, I had butterflies in my chest. This was me and Harry's first date together, as a couple. I couldn't wait. I walked down to the Great Hall, carefully as to not ruin my dress. I saw that the music had already started. Harry wasn't there. I craned my neck and finally spotted him - dancing with Cho Chang, a girl who was way prettier than me. My heart stopped. I knew that he saw me. I ran outside, but heard no footsteps behind me. I should have known, I thought as I gazed at my reflection in the lake. I wasn't as pretty as you would think, what with the modeling and everything. I have gray-blue eyes, red hair, and freckles, but only on my nose. I splashed my reflection in the water. What was I thinking? I was hideous. I finally heard someone creep up behind me. I knew it was Harry before I turned and saw his eyes - beautiful eyes, stunning green.

But my expression turned icy again when he started talking. "Mary...I'm well, I..."

"What? I interrupted. "A little late?"

"Mary...I know you saw me with Cho earlier...I didn't mean...there was nothing intended..."

"Except break my heart!" I spat.

"Mary, I like you, but...I just don't like you that way."

It was too much. I stormed off angrily. Once again, I heard no footsteps behind me. Well, so much for The-Boy-Who-Lived. Now it's The-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Broke-My-Heart-Tonight. I ran up to my dormitory, unable to dance or even sing later. I buried my face in my pillow and cried, loudly. So loudly I didn't hear Ron come into the dorm and sit on the bed.

"Mary?" Ron whispered.

"Yes," I muttered, my voice muffled by my crying and the pillow.

"Sorry about Harry..." he said, trying to comfort her.

"That's okay," I said, picking my head up from the bed, but Ron knew from the tearstains on my cheeks I was certainly not okay. "But how did you know?"

"I...Mary, I'm sorry, but I knew all along. I knew he really didn't like you. I'm sorry you seemed to take it that way. But that was the reason I didn't talk to you about him. I didn't know what to say."

"Oh, Ron," I said, tears still trickling from my eyes, "Thank you."

"That's what brothers are for," he muttered. I hugged him, and was surprised to feel him hug me back. Tears were still trickling down my face, but they were tears of joy. I knew there would always be someone to love me, someone to care for me.