A/N : Yeah, I know. I normally put this at the bottom, but I'm putting it at the top for a reason. This is not my typical story. Normally, in the story the characters are already friends with them, but this one's a different twist. I hope you enjoy!

~Chms Panther.

Abbye's Point of View

My name is Abbye Black, I'm a 6th year Gryffindor, and have the best friends anyone could ask for. I'm top of most of my classes, and the Yule Ball is coming up there's just one bloody problem, I have no date. It's a week away, and I'm the last of my friends that needs a date. I felt really pathetic, wasn't I pretty enough for at least one guy to ask me to the ball? Oh, I sound really shallow right now don't I? I'm really sorry about that, it's just I was hoping to be like Cinderella for just one night. Have some guy make me feel like I was the only girl in the world. That's not too much to ask is it?

I was sitting at the Gryffindor table with my best friends, Dakota, Rachel, and Julie, It was lunch time, and we were bloody starving to say the least. When a note came flying to my face, I opened it with suspicion

Meet me in the library.

That's all it said, just as simple as that. No name, no more details.

"Err, I'll be right back." I said, and I dashed for the library. The library was dreadfully quiet, more so than it usually was. I searched aisle upon aisle not seeing a soul, the only companions were the rows upon rows of spell books. Then I felt someone grab my arm, and pull me in front of them. I was face to face with George Weasley.

"What the blo-" He clapped a hand over my mouth.

"Shh, don't scream." He whispered.

"Where you the one that left me that note?" I asked, growing slightly irritated.

"Yes, now here me out before you answer me. The Yule ball is coming up next week right?"

I nodded my head, "Yes."

"And, neither of us have dates, am I right?" How the heck did he know I didn't have a date?

I nodded my head again.

"So why not go together?" He offered, "That way no one calls us pathetic for not having dates, or we get stuck in an awkward moment with anyone else."

"You're asking me to the ball?" I asked I said feeling completely and utterly disgusted.

"Yes, I George Weasley am asking you Abbye Black to be my date to the Yule Ball." He said with a devilish grin. Which was just making me sick to my stomach. I couldn't stand him at all. Always hated him from day one.

"No." I said, "I would rather go alone, than with you." With saying that I turned out of the library and went right back to my spot with my friends, just shrugging off what had just happened. There was no way on earth I would go to the ball with someone I hated. I guess I'll just be in my room, unless Rachel and Julie can convince me to go alone.

A/N: Okay, I re-did the ending of this chapter, and am completely re doing chapter two because: A.) What I did was making the story move way to fast. B.) Some constructive and appreciated criticism was given to me which made me think of a new way to rewrite this tale. C.) I think my new version will be much, much, better. D.) Idk! I like listing reasons in abc format :D