Gift-Fic for my best friend, Chelsea!! It was meant as an X-mas gift. It was also originally written in hand, to be sent in a letter, but the awesomness that I am – the letter got burned up - so I wrote it the best I could here.

Merry Xmas Hun!

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"I itch." Dory said flatly, flexing her shoulder blades and reaching over her shoulder to scratch her bare back. "Mum chose the WORST material for this gown. Honestly, I don't see why I couldn't have just bought my own." The auburn-haired girl complained loudly. The tall Slytherin girl was dressed in a torso fitting strapless dark green dress of her house colors, with silver pinstripes running down the length. At her waist, the skirt lightly flared out, skimming the floor. It was a tough fabric, but looked nice. On the mannequin at least. She wore a gaudy silver necklace with twisting chains, a dragon pendent in the middle of networking necklace strands.

"You look fine." Her best friend, Chelsea, assured. Dory gave her a withering look before returning to focusing on trying to scratch right in-between her shoulder blades. Automatically, Chelsea raised her hand and raked her fingernails across Dory's back in the right spot. Chelsea's soft curls draped over her shoulders and she brushed a strand from her face as she pushed her glasses further up her nose with a long slender finger.

"Thanks…" Dory murmured, stepping out of Chelsea's reach. Chelsea let her hand drop back down to her side with a distracted nod and "Mmhm." of acknowledgement. Her eyes scanned the decorated great hall of Hogwarts. It was the Yule ball, and the room looked unrecognizable. Frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if it was a different room entirely. In particular, her eyes were focused on a certain Durmstrang Champion dancing with some mud blood in a pink dress in the middle of the dance floor. She narrowed her eyes and gave a hiss of displeasure.

"What?" Dory asked, turning her head to her friend. She was in the middle of the accepting a glass of punch from her escort – she and Chelsea both had "escorts" not "dates"; as if anybody was good enough for them to be considered date-worthy. But it would have been un-cool to come alone. – as she tilted her head and studied Chelsea. She absentmindedly brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead, pushing back into her short but fancily done hair.

Chelsea sneered. "Why the hell did he choose to take some foul, ugly, genius-show off mud blood to the ball? Of all the girls to pick, honestly." She glared daggers at Hermione's back. Dory looked amused as she shoved the glass back to her escort.

"Want me to hex her?" She offered with a devious grin, drawing her wand out. "I'll give her buck teeth and a pig's head."

Chelsea shook her head. "Don't bother." She answered with a sigh. She rubbed one of her dark blue clothed arms as she stared wistfully at Krum. She wore a long dark blue velvet gown, with a v-shaped neck line, showing off teasing cleavage. Her sleeves clung to her arms before draping at the end, gold lining lace twining and twisting up her sleeved arms in a fancy fashion. Dory stared at her best friend for a silent moment before tucking her wand back into her dress (right in between her breasts. ;-D ) and stepping out in front of Chelsea and holding out her hand dramatically.

"Dance with me?" She giggled, dropping into a mocking bow. "I would be honored, my fair lady." Chelsea broke into a grin and took her hand, the two sweeping out onto the dance floor.

"Why, of course. The pleasure would be all mine." Chelsea giggled, mocking her back. Dory giggled and twirled as the Weird Sisters broke out into another fast beat. The music was loud, the type that teenagers loved the most. Dory nudged Chelsea, pointing up at several of the teachers standing up on their own raised platform.

She pointed to McGonagall's pained expression and yelled to Chelsea over the music, "If it's too loud, you're too old!" She laughed. Severus Snape, Igor Kakroff both standing stiffly, hands clasped behind their backs as they tried not to look tortured and murderous. Chelsea laughed as well and the girls continued to shake their bodies and toss their hair, occasionally twirling and "dancing" in a fashion that no adult over 30 even considered dancing.

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Splitting it up into two parts. I still expect a review on both chaps, Chelsea! xD ;-D 3