This story will have different scenes from different movies, so I'll try not to make you too confused, but I hope you like it. This is my first HP fic, so please...just give me a chance, I'm really nervous. :S

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Place: Transfiguration Classroom, Hogwarts.

Teacher: Minerva M.

Film: Goblet Of Fire

Every girl had imediatley stepped forward when Professor Mcgonagall told everyone to step forward for dancing, and to pick a partner. Every girl except one. Brandy Byrnes was slumped on the bench as everyone was picking a partner. It wasn't that Brandy was ugly. She was the complete opposite with her silvery blonde hair and ice blue eyes with flecks of brown. Her figure was slim, and small. Brandy couldn't have been any taller than 5 ft 3. But she had the temper of a mountain lion. Adorable, but you wouldn't dare to pet her. People hardly knew Brandy Byrnes. She kept to herself, went to bed early, never raised her hand in class, and never broke the rules. But what was strange, is that the man she was in love with, was her contradictor: Fred Weasley. She sighed as she watched him tease his youngest brother Ron. She glared when she saw Angelina approach the twins. Angelina smiled and flipped her hair flirtingly, and her heart sank as Fred took her hand and lead her toward the make-shift dancefloor. She looked away as he placed his hand on her waist, and span her around the floor. Brandy huffed and placed her hand under her chin, staring at a knot in the floorboards. A shadow suddenly loomed over her, and she looked up into the eyes of George Weasley.

"May I have this dance?" He mock-bowed, his long bangs falling into his eyes. A group of sixth-year girls leaned away slightly, waiting for her outburst, but it never came. Instead, Brandy took Georges' hand, and gladly let him lead her away with a smile. Her eyes made a brief connection with Freds', but she quickly looked down, blushing furiously, and hiding her face under her silvery curtain of hair. She placed her hand on Georges' shoulder, as he placed his arm around her waist. Their hands joined, and they began a slow waltz. She could feel eyes boring into the back of her head, she had hoped it was Fred, but when she turned, she saw the eyes of Lee Jordan staring at her, a look of longing on his face. Rolling her own eyes, she turned back to George to see him gazing at her curiously.

"What?" She frowned.

"How long is your crush going to go on for?" He asked with a coy smirk.

"On who?" She asked, bewildered.

"My brother." He grinned. Brandy blushed again as she looked down in embarassement. Luckily, Fred was at least fifteen feet away, so he couldn't overhear them.

"I-...wh-...Rubbish!" She glared.

"Hmm-hm." He grinned knowingly, giving her a small twirl.

"Very nice, Mr Weasley." Professor Mcgonagall praised.

"Thank you!" Both twins grinned.

"No. I meant Fred. No, George. I mean... Never mind." She sighed as she walked over to see another pair. Brandy rolled her eyes again at the winks Fred and George threw eachother, but she couldn't help the stutter in her heart as she saw Fred smile.

"Rubbish, eh?" George smirked at her knowingly. Brandy glared at the floor angrily.

"Okay. Maybe I do have a small crush." She spat, reluctantly.

"I knew it." He grinned. He was about to say something else, when professor Mcgonagall spoke.

"And switch your partners." She called from where she was standing. Angelina twirled away gracefully, into Lee Jordans arms, but George gave a cunning smirk as he pushed Brandy in Freds' direction. She fell headfirst into his embrace, shooting a glare over her shoulder at George, who was now dancing with Hermione, acting like nothing had happened. Her stomach lurched inside her, as she remembered the arms she was in. Subconciously, her hands had reached up to rest on his chest. She slowly looked up into his light brown eyes, to see he was staring back at her with the same interest. She was about to speak when a loud chiming echoed around the room. The hour was over. Snapping her gaze from his, she pulled herself free, and grabbed her satchel before hurrying out of the door, trying as hard as she could not to look back.

"What the hell just happened?" Fred frowned at his brother.

"You tell me, mate." He grinned back...

Place: Ravenclaw Common Room

Brandy sat on the floor infront of the toasty warm fire. She had just come back from outside after going to fetch her Owl, Hera. She was a common Barn Owl with a dainty, white face and golden feathers on her back and head, whith amber eyes that glowed with mischief and mirth.

"Okay so I'll count to ten, and you go and hide." She said to Hera. "One...two...three..four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...TEN!" Her eyes flashed open, and there was no Hera infront of her. Brandy giggled as she looked ontop of the bookcase, with Hera posing as a stuffed Owl. "Very clever." She praised as Hera swooped down onto her shoulder, her beak grooming through Brandy's silver tresses affectionately. "Good girl." She stroked over Heras' smooth feathers and opened the window where Hera took off to catch herself a mouse. She was about to head upstairs to bed herself, when the passage door opened, and Sophie Semdrake walked in. Sophie was a fellow Ravenclaw, and one of the few that wasn't nervous about talking to Brandy, so you could say they were sort of 'friends'.

"Oh good, you're still awake." She smiled thankfully as she lumbered in a large white parcel box. "It's yours. It came to me by mistake." Sophie placed the large box at Brandys' feet, and then gave a heavy sigh as she slumped into the dark blue love seat. "It's from your Aunt Erica." She explained.

"Thanks." Brandy said as she pulled on the strings that kept the parcel closed. The inside object was very dark, the only way to tell was by the thin tissue-paper shielding in. But on top of the paper, was a white piece of card, with her Aunt Ericas' old fashioned calligraphy:

"I hope you have a good time. I haven't shown your parents, your mother would have a heart-attack! Love Auntie Erica. XXX"

Brandy was even more curious to find out what the parcel was. Auntie Erica hadn't made anything clear, so she slowly peeled the tissue-paper back, letting out a small gasp as she saw what her Aunt had sent her.

"Wow." Sophie whispered. Brandy gawked as she lifted the silky, black dress from its box. It was strapless, with woven silver patterns between the breasts and bodice. The skirt fell to the floor, with a long slit up the front, stopping a few inches from between her legs.
"Look at these." Sophie lifted a pair of silvery-gold sandals with a small heel from the inside of the box. Brandy felt a large portion of gratitude for her Auntie. In all the sulking that she had been doing over Fred Weasley, she'd forgotten that she needed a dress! But...she had no date. She pouted as she flopped back down to the floor.

"What?" Sophie frowned as she caught Brandys' expression.

"I don't have a date." She sighed. "I suspect you already have one." She sniffed.

"Well...yeah." Sophie admitted. I asked Anthony Goldstein last week. But don't worry, there bound to be someone you could-OH!" A look of realisation dawned on her face.

"What?" Brandy frowned.

"Adrian Pucey needs a date. At least he's handsome." She giggled.

"He's in Slytherin." Brandy grimaced.

"Yeah. But I know he's also been planning to ask you. So has almost everyone else in our year, and above. Even a few fourth years apparently." She winked. Brandy rolled her eyes as she folded the dress back into its box.

"I'll ask someone tomorrow." Brandy sighed as she lifted the box under her arm and began walking up the stairs. She was going to ask someone tomorrow. She was going to ask Fred Weasley...