A/N: Hello fanfiction world! So this is another story. I have no idea where it's headed, but we'll see. This is my first completely serious attempt at a story. Please be nice. Constructive criticism is good. Flames are bad. Please enjoy!

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It all started at that ruddy ball.

It was pretty pointless in my opinion. I mean, most fifth years I know would rather pop some firewhisky in celebration of finishing their O.W.L.s than go to some stupid masquerade ball. I know I most certainly would.

So anyway, my (extremely annoying) girlfriend Darla Zabini is dragging me off to this pathetic excuse of a party. So, I'm just chilling in the Ravenclaw common room in a tux and holding a silver mask while I wait for Darla to finish applying the makeup she started putting on an hour ago.

After what feels like a lifetime, Darla (finally) descends the staircase. I usually forget why I started dating her in the first place, but tonight the reason was on full display (her jugs were basically popping out of that tight bandage dress).

"Scorp, aren't you gonna tell me how hot I look tonight?"

Uh...no. Your ego doesn't need even more inflation.

Crap, she's looking at me expectantly.

Oh, fine.

"You look hot tonight," I mumble.

She smiles like a Cheshire cat. You think she might look better when she smiles, but NO. When she smiles, it has the same effect as a crocodile smiling at you.

I shove my hands in my pockets and look around the room while the silence gets more and more awkward. Why didn't I just dump her ages ago? Oh right, it's because father has gone and betrothed me to her. I mean, honestly, what a load of old fashioned dung!

Darla says something about leaving now. I just nod and smile. Works every time.

A few minutes later we're walking into the Great Hall, but it's totally transformed. The room itself is dark, with coloured lights everywhere. The overall effect is...well...pretty good.

Darla asks to dance. I don't really have a choice, now do I? So, we dance. And I excuse myself to get a drink, and "accidentally" lose her in the crowd.

I'm trying to make a quick getaway, when I bump right into her.

The girl of my dreams.

She's wearing a white dress. Like an angel. Her hair is long and curly (and even in this dim light, I can tell she's not blonde. I've never really liked blonde girls). Her mask has got all these jewels on it and behind that mask are eyes framed by the longest lashes I've ever seen in my life. And man has she got a body on her. Pretty tall, and definitely well endowed.

Okay, she's looking at me. Cue internal panic.

I think I better say something.

"Uh...hey," is what comes out of my mouth. Hey? Scorpius Malfoy, you are speaking to the hottest girl you have ever met, and you say hey?

She smiles back. Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick. She's got the prettiest smile and the straightest, shiniest teeth.

I think she may have noticed that I'm staring at her teeth. Her brow furrows and her mouth makes a pretty 'o' shape.

"Crap, is there something in my teeth?" she asks.

That voice...sounds very familiar.

"No! No, you don't!" I reply hastily. This is getting weird. I better do something.

"So," I ask, "Wanna dance?"

She smiles again, and I make a point of not looking at her teeth.

"Sure!" she replies. I swear—that voice...I've heard it before...

I lead her to the dance floor. Her dancing is—for lack of a better word—cute. She flips her hair and stomps her feet and waves her arms and still doesn't look ridiculous! She's fun and pretty! This night couldn't be better!

And then...it all got worse.

So, what happened was, we got to this slow song, and we were waltzing (thank you Mum for those lessons you forced me into!) and we were happy, until...

Head Girl Lasiandra Longbottom announces that the lights go on and the masks go off. And I find out that the hottie in my arms was...

Rose Weasely.

Rose frickin Weasley.

My enemy number one.

The shock is evident on her face too. She pulls away quickly, eyes wide.

"I...um...gotta..." she stuttered before giving up and running away.

"Excellent," I mutter to myself. "Just excellent."

Yep. Nice going Malfoy. You just danced with Weasley. And worst of all, you called her hot. You were nervous in front of her. This is just great.

So, eventually Darla finds me, and makes me walk her back to the common roo,, holding her hand.

And the absolute worst part...

I'm kinda wishing that hand was Weasley's.

A/N: Yay! Finished (for now anyway). Please let me know if this should stay a oneshot or become a multi-chap. Thanks guys!

-Serena.