UNFORGETTABLE - A FRED WEASLEY LOVE STORY AND FANFIC

Dress robes, dancing, dates and drama - Chapter SEVEN

"I can't believe it! " Hermione said, annoyed.

She slammed a newspaper on the breakfast hall table.

Hermione proceeded to read the headline, "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl... seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report... in none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."

Rosabelle and Ron couldn't help but laugh before dicussing the matter. Rosabelle pulled herself together, "She sure knows how to make a narrative."

"It's absolutely crazy to think she can publish this nonsense!" Hermione added.

Harry agreed.

A small boy approached the four of them as they ate breakfast. The boy presented a parcel to Ron, "A parcel for you, Mr Weasley."

Ron took the parcel, "Thank you, Nigel..."

Nigel held a quill in his hand and a book, he looked straight towards Harry.

Ron whispered to the boy, "Not now, Nigel. Later." Everyone looked puzzled. "I told him I'd get Harry's autograph" Ron explained. He quickly changed the subject to stop his friends from looking strangely at him, "Oh look. Mum's sent me something."

Ron began to open the parcel which revealed a brown patterned robe with old, pink lace accents as well as huge white and black frills.

"Mum sent me a dress!" Ron said horrified.

Hermione, Harry and Rosabelle laughed at Ron and the disturbed expression on his face.

"Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" Harry joked.

Ron frowned his face, "Nose down, Harry. Ginny, these must be for you."

Ginny glanced at the robes held in Ron's hands, "I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly!"

Hermione continued to giggle, "They're not for Ginny. They're for you. Dress robes."

"Dress robes? For what?" Ron asked.

"My goodness, Ronald. You'll find out this afternoon at the Gryffindor assembly." Hermione said.

"I'll see you at the assembly... I have to grab something from my bedside table quickly." Rosabelle said as she remembered she didn't spray her perfume that morning. 

As Rosabelle made her way to the Gryffindor Common room, she saw Cedric smile at her in the halls. She smiled back softly, showing no teeth, just a sweet smile. 

"Uh, hey Rosabelle." Cedric said nervously. 

Rosabelle took note of his nerves, "Hey... are you alright?" 

Cedric nodded, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I wanted to ask you something... but now seems like a bad time. Can I speak to you later?" 

"Yeah of course" Rosabelle replied. "Let me know if you need anything." 

"Thanks, Rosabelle." Cedric said in a kind voice. 

After walking away from the conversation, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Cedric. He looked very confused, nervous too. She told herself once again to forget about it and quickly ran up to her dorm to spritz her perfume on her neck and wrists.   

Later that afternoon, every student apart of Gryffindor attended the assembly where Professor McGonagall waited for them to settle. She cleared her throat, "Ehem... The Yule Ball. . . . . .has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests... gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school... l expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And l mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is, first and foremost... a dance."