Veela Spray

Chapter 2

Narrator: Later that day, Hermione was in her dorm room with Ginny Weasley. Ginny was sitting on her bed, reading a catalog so she could find a dress for the dance. Hermione was searching for one in her own catalog.

Hermione: Ginny, what's Ron's favorite color?

Ginny: Why?

Hermione: Just wondering.

Ginny: I don't know. Why don't you ask him?

Hermione: No.

Ginny: Why?

Hermione: Because...because...I just don't want to. That's all.

Hermione looked nervous.

Ginny: Hermione, is there something you're not telling me?

Hermione: No.

Ginny: Come on, Hermione. You can tell me.

Hermione: There's nothing to tell and if there was, I wouldn't tell you.

Ginny: Are you sure? I know there's something.

Hermione: I'm positive. Stop pestering me!

Ginny: Tell me the truth!

Hermione: You can't force it out of me!

Ginny: The heck I can't!

Hermione: Stop it, Ginny! I'm not going to tell you that I love Ron! (gasp) Ah! Twice in one day!

Ginny: I knew it! You are so lucky we aren't in the common room right now.

Hermione: Don't say any of this to anybody!

Ginny: Don't worry. Just about everybody already knows. Well, except Ron.

Hermione: What?

Ginny: Hermione, you bicker with him all the time, but we all know it's an act. You were so jealous of Lavender when she was dating Ron. That was obvious. Very obvious.

Hermione: And he didn't get the hint?

Ginny: Not a clue.

Hermione sighed.

Hermione: What should I do? I 'm absolutely sure that he doesn't like me and making him jealous is obviously not working.

Ginny: Hmm...

Hermione: What?

Ginny looks in her catalog and spots something.

Ginny: We'll make him like you, then.

Hermione: No, I don't want to force him.

Ginny: No, I mean we can do something to make him change his mind.

Hermione: In what way?

Ginny: We can get you this dress.

Ginny points to a dress in the catalog. Hermione walks over to look at it.

Narrator: The dress was scarlet red that stopped just above the knees. The dress was spaghetti strapped. The dress was three of four years older than seventeen...if you catch my drift.

Ginny: ...And we could get the red high-heels to match.

Hermione: Are you sure it would work?

Ginny: Almost positive.

Hermione: Almost?

Ginny: Well, you can never be absolutely sure about these things.

Hermione looks uneasy.

* * *

Narrator: It was the night of the dance and Hermione and Ron were both dateless. They decided that they would rather go alone than gather up the courage to ask each other. Hermione's dress and shoes were ordered and had arrived. Hermione tried the dress on and it fit perfectly (and by perfectly, I mean too tight for comfort). The shoes fit, too. Ginny is now fixing Hermione's hair.

Hermione: What are you doing with my hair? A bun?

Ginny: No. Believe it or not, guys like girls' hair loose and flowing. Why that is, I don't know. No, I'm going to straighten your hair and curl it at the bottom.

Ginny brushes Hermione's hair.

Hermione: Oh.

* * *

Narrator: Half an hour later, Hermione was finished and ready to go to the dance.

Ginny: You look stunning.

Hermione: You know what's funny? I didn't know you knew so much about this stuff. I have always seen you as a tomboy.

Ginny: I know more than you think I know. (smirking)

Hermione: By the way, I like the dress you're wearing?

Narrator: Ginny's dress looked like Hermione's only it was a little longer and it was baby blue.

Hermione: Who are you going to the dance with?

Ginny: Harry.

Hermione: I thought you broke up.

Ginny: We did. He still likes me, you know. We're just...on hold. Oh and I almost forgot. I found something that might help you hook Ron.

She pulls out a tiny bottle of spray out of her purse that she was holding.

Hermione: What is that?

Ginny: Veela Spray. You know how guys fall in love with veelas?

Hermione: Yes.

Ginny: Well, this spray contains the same spell so guys will fall for you. This ought to make a few heads turn.

Hermione: But I don't want a few heads to turn. I only want Ron's head to turn.

Ginny: I know. It'll work. I promise. Close your eyes.

Ginny sprayed the spray all around Hermione.

Ginny: There. That's the whole bottle.

Hermione: The whole bottle?

Ginny: Yep. The whole bottle.

Hermione: Okay, whatever works. Let's go.

* * *

Narrator: Back at the dance....

Ron: Do you see her?

Harry: No. I don't see Ginny either.

Ron: I don't get it. If you broke up with her last year, why did you ask her to the dance?

Harry: Just because we're not together, doesn't mean I can't ask her to the dance. Besides, I still like her and she still likes me. We just aren't technically together.

Ron: Whatever.

The loud music blasts and lights bounce all around the walls. Hermione and Ginny enter the Great Hall.

Harry: There they are.

Ron: Oh.

They walk up to the two girls.

Narrator: As Ron got closer and closer, a strange feeling came over him. A strong feeling came over him. Instead of liking Hermione (on a scale of 1-10) at a 10, he liked her at one hundred. This was strange. Even by Ron's standards.

Ron: Would you like to dance?

Hermione smiled at Ginny.

Hermione: I'd love to.

Harry: Ron, since when do you dance?

Ron: What are you talking about? I've danced all my life, I'm almost a professional.

Harry: Right....I'm gonna stand over here...away from you.

Harry backs away.

Narrator: Hermione follows Ron out onto the dance floor. They danced to fast music (I won't even mention how badly Ron was dancing which clearly shows he has not danced all his life. Good thing Hermione didn't care.) Suddenly, Ginny came up to Hermione and tapped her on the shoulder.

Hermione: Not now, Ginny.

Ginny: No it's important.

Hermione: Later.

Ginny continues to tap her shoulder.

Hermione turns to Ron.

Hermione: Just a minute.

Hermione turns back to Ginny

Hermione: What!

Ginny: Look!

Narrator: As Hermione looked around, she saw that none of the guys were dancing while their dates looked confused. The guys were staring at Hermione with a strange gleam in their eyes. They started to approach Hermione as if it was something they couldn't help.

Hermione: Ginny, what's going on?

Ginny: I don't know, but something tells me we should run.

Hermione turns to Ron and sees that he has the same gleam in his eyes.

Hermione: Good idea.

They run as fast as they can toward the exit. The guys run after them.

Hermione turns to Ginny while still running.

Hermione: What should we do?

Ginny: Just keep running!

They run until they came to a dead end. Both Hermione and Ginny are out of breath.

Hermione: Hope they don't catch up to us.

Ginny: Yeah.

Hermione: Why are they chasing us?

Ginny: Ah....actually, they're chasing you.

Ginny pulls out the Veela Spray and reads the warning label out loud: DO NOT SPRAY MORE THAN ONCE.THE RESULTS COULD BE DANGEROUS IF USED TO MUCH. DO NOT USE IF YOU DO NOT INTEND A LONG-TERM RELATIONSHIP. DO NOT COMPLAIN TO US IF YOU DID NOT READ THIS LABEL. WE WILL THROW AWAY YOUR LETTER OR SLAM THE DOOR IN YOUR FACE. AFTER ALL, IT'S NOT OUR PROBLEM YOU REFUSE TO READ THE BOLD PRINT.

Ginny: Oops.

Hermione: Ginny!

Narrator: Needless to say, Hermione was angry.

Ginny: I'm sorry!

Hermione: Oh, you're gonna be sorry!

Narrator: Suddenly, the boys caught up with them and were just as anxious as ever. The girls were cornered.

Hermione: Oh, just great!

Ginny: Well, it says on the bottle that the spell will ware off...eventually.

Narrator: The boys started to get closer. Sad and happy to say that Harry and Ron were in the lead. Harry closer than Ron.

Ginny: This isn't good.

Hermione: (Sarcastically) Hello, Captain Obvious.

Narrator: Harry was getting too close.

Hermione: No, Harry! Remember, I'm you're best friend. The girl you like is over there.

Hermione points to Ginny.

Hermione: Stay, Harry...Stay. Stay!

Ginny: Hermione, he's not a dog.

Hermione: And you have a better idea?

Ginny: Well, it says on the bottle that in order for the spell to ware off faster...you need another girl to ware the spray so they can't choose between you two. Therefore it wares off.

Hermione: Good, do you have any spray lift?

Ginny shakes the bottle.

Ginny: Enough.

Hermione: Good. Want to volunteer?

Hermione starts to push Harry away as he starts to come on to her.

Ginny: Well, what if something goes wrong?

Hermione: Come on, Ginny! You owe me!

Ginny: Fine.

Ginny sprays the spray all around her. All the guys snap out of it. They shake their heads and look dazed as if they had been asleep.

Hermione: Good. It worked. Now my night is ruined!

Hermione, looking upset, runs off to the broom closet across the corridor. Ron looks concerned.

Ron: What's wrong with Hermione?

Ginny: (sigh) I've had enough of this.

Ginny grabs Ron's arm, drags him to the closet, and pushes him in.

Ginny: Talk to her! Find out!

Everything freezes in the background.

Narrator: To be continued.