Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of W.I.T.C.H. In fact I don't know who the creators are, but I know that I didn't create it.

Authors Note: I have missed many W.I.T.C.H. episodes so please pardon the liberties I've taken. I think that this is my third W.I.T.C.H. fic ever, but people seemed to like the first two so I'm going to write another. This one takes place in the girls' senior year of High School and like my last fics it is much more of a Phobos/Will fic than anything else.

Summary: Prom and dateless, embarrassing. Re-finding your arch nemesis and not realizing it until you are in his grasp… well, you might as well have committed suicide.

Magic Dance

High School hadn't been all bad, it just happened to come to a spiraling downward end and exploded upon reaching contact with flat bottom. Will stared at herself in the mirror, wondering why she had wasted so much of Hay-Lyn's time in having her design for her a prom dress, when she didn't end up having a date. However, she could have had a date if she'd devoted more of her time to socializing during High school instead of doing extracurricular activities with the gang, doing homework and other mindless things.

But the truth was that it had never crossed Will's mind that she and Matt might not work out. They were doing just fine, until his incessant flirting became a problem. The relationship was impossible to tolerate. He was one of the most liked boys in their High School, while her status was more as one-of-the-guys type and that was only if she were ever noticed at all.

However, Will, couldn't carry all the blame on her shoulders. After all, Matt was not the jealous type. If he were, she was sure that he would understand her. The fact that he couldn't only made matters worse. But in Will's opinion, they ended amicably and their relationship was still quite civil, despite how it felt like she were dying inside whenever she saw him with someone else. Time had allowed the tear into her heart to at least, scab, thus far. She still wasn't completely recovered.

Apparently, though, a year wasn't long enough for her to completely recover and throw herself back onto the market. Loath as she was to admit it, she should have headed Cornelia's advice about accepting just any guy who offered to take her to prom. As a result of ignoring Cornelia as she usually liked to do, she stood before a mirror, her stomach churning and absolutely dreading the fact that at any moment the doorbell would ring, signifying that Irma had arrived to take her to dateless-prom-HELL.

Not a moment after the thought escaped her mind she heard the dreaded sound of her mother opening the door. It wasn't long afterward that the door opened and Irma stood in her bedroom. "You look great!" Irma clamored as she looked at Will. The burgundy dress that Hay-Lyn had designed for her suited her well. It complemented her skin and hair, which she'd been growing out for the past several months. Now it proudly reached several inches past her shoulders and was curled at the tips.

"Do you think that I should put clips in my hair?" Will asked, she'd been debating about it for the past hour. She still needed to put on her heels, but she was in no hurry to do so. She's always been a disaster in heels and she wasn't dying to fall on her face anytime soon.

"No, you're going for the temptress-too-good-to-have-a-date look. You don't want the aren't-I-a-cute-little-girl-you-should-pat-on-the-head look," Irma said as she looked of over Will's dress. She'd been there with Will and Hay-Lyn when it was being designed. Thanks to Irma, the dress was made of a silk and clung to her thin body and seemed to make her look taller than she was. Not only that but the silk was so fine that it was like she was wearing nothing, and the dress had an open back that went down to the small of her back and a slit on the right side that went all the way up to mid thigh.

Will turned back to look at herself in the mirror and blushed. She'd never felt so naked before, not even when she took a shower! Oh, well actually, there was that one time with Matt when their hormones had gone wild after a near death experience… Will shook her head, trying to stop the blush. "Should I take the heart?" Will asked. She'd been debating about it all night. There was no real point to it, danger had abated a while ago. While she and the girls were still the guardians of the veil and did close all the portals that happened to open up, they really didn't do much with it.

"I think it will be fine here, but we should get going! We're going to be late! We still have to pick up Cornelia and Caleb," Irma said. Will nodded and hurriedly put on her shoes. The whole gang, which now happened to include Matt as well, was sharing a very large limo that looked like it could eat up an entire street. Then again, she guessed that there would hardly be much room to move as there were 11 of them going; all the girls and their dates, and Matt and his.

"Did you already pick up Matt and Celest?" Will asked, Celest was the girl Matt had asked to prom. Will had known her since the moment that they started senior year, they had gym together. She was a very nice person, very sweet and pretty. When Matt had asked Celest to Prom it had come to a harsh blow to Will, whom had found out about it through Celest. Celest has asked her if it would be all right for her to go with Matt, before she ever said yes to him.

"Yeah," Irma responded monosyllabically. She wouldn't say anything further about it. She didn't particularly like Matt anymore, she thought that he'd hurt Will irreparably or something and did not forgive him for it. Of course she was polite to him, but she didn't get along with him like the other girls still did. Cornelia tried to dislike him too, but Will guessed that she was just doing it because of Caleb. Will always had the feeling that Cornelia did not like very much the way that she and Caleb got along, though, she never said anything about it or let it show.

"Okay, let's go," Will sighed at long last, standing up and walking over to Irma. As they made their way, Will couldn't help but look back at her room, in which lay the Heart of Candracar.

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"All the girls hate me," Will said as she sat down at the table with Caleb after a dance with one of her old friends. Cornelia had gone off to the washroom. From the moment they walked in she had been gushing about what a good job they had done in the hall of the hotel that was hosting their prom.

Their prom theme, as they'd picked it, was Gypsy Carnival Nights. In accordance the hall was decorated in elegant, yet bright colors. There were acrobats hanging from the ceiling and jesters for waiters. There were belly dancers and fire breathers for entertainment and fortune telling at the bar, which was serving only non-alcoholic beverages. The hall itself, was lit by candles and fires, no electric lights at all. Of course, all the light was suspended high in the air to keep someone from burning them all down. Because the hall was large, it made the room slightly dim, but that was all right. Everyone loved it.

"They're just jealous, you're robbing their dates' attention," Caleb responded. Will nodded at this and slouched unhappily. She'd noted in the limo that the boys had all been surprised by her, particularly Caleb and Matt. Of course, Caleb had become more of an older brother to her and his astonishment was that of a brother-type. Matt's astonishment was jealous, almost. A fact that did not escape Celest, whom was now not speaking to Will and giving her dirty looks; Will did not understand it, she thought that she and Will had been friends.

"That's great … well at least I haven't been sitting the entire night," Will said. Guys daring enough had asked her to dance with them. Some of them asked their dates if it were all right, while others simply ditched their dates or had come with a friend. "Only one more hour," she breathed out. Prom would be ending promptly at midnight, everyone would be leaving to after prom parties or to rent a room at a hotel or something.

"Have you been having fun Will?" Caleb asked, sounding concerned for her. Will turned to look at her friend and smiled.

"Well, I wouldn't have come if it weren't for all of you guys," Will smiled. Caleb nodded and stood up, walking towards Cornelia, who was motioning for him to join her on the floor. Will looked around for a moment, before turning to look forward and jumped in fright when she spotted someone in front of her.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. Would you care to dance?" he asked, bowing down so that his eyes were eyelevel with her and extending his hand to her. Will nodded stupidly, caught off guard by his amazingly handsome face. She stood up and wasn't surprised to see that he was very tall and thin. He was wearing an all black tuxedo, with a long-sleeved black shirt beneath and a burgundy tie.

"Umm, I'm sorry but I don't think I've ever seen you around," Will said as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led the way towards the dance floor. His hand was very lightly resting on her skin, that she could hardly feel his hand.

"I don't go to your school. I was invited by a dateless relative," he responded, not unkindly, while smiling down at her. Will smiled in turn as they came to a stop before each other, amidst a throng of slow dancers. All the slow dances were reserved for the end, meaning that this one and the next few were going to be very slow. "I'm afraid she ditched me for an old friend."

"I'm sorry," Will said as she looked up into his eyes, which looked hazel. He rest his hands lightly at her waist, while Will placed her hands on his shoulders. He smiled at her, thinking how he'd never heard her say those words, at least not to him. He didn't even think he ever would hear those words.

"It's fine. I've been waiting to be able to ask you for a dance for quite sometime," he responded, Will blushed lightly at this and looked away form his eyes.

"How have you enjoyed the dance?" she asked, looking up at him. He was staring down at her with such intensity, not daring to pull his gaze away. He laughed, his voice ringing nicely near her ears.

"It's certainly been an… experience," he replied vaguely. Will stared up into his eyes and smiled at him. There was something almost familiar about his gentle smile, but it was nothing like anything she had ever seen. In fact everything about him, his eyes, his pale skin, his mouth, his blonde hair, the sound of his voice, his build, it all seemed vaguely familiar and yet she had never met someone so handsome and gentle before. "How are you enjoying your prom?"

"Mostly, it's been a horror," she replied. The gorgeous guy she was dancing, whom by the small goatee of blond hair on his face told her that he was older that he cocked his head slightly and looked curiously upon her. His eyes suddenly reflected the light and she felt her cheeks become tinted at the pleasure of the sight. "I'm dateless, I broke up with my boyfriend a year ago…well we broke up with each other… anyway I forgot about Prom and by the time I realized it there was nothing I could do about the dateless-ness."

"Not over him?" Will felt embarrassed and downcast her gaze. It wasn't that she wasn't over him, well, she did still love Matt but that did not mean she wasn't over him. "I don't think he's too over you either," he stated regally. Will turned a questioning look at the stranger, however, he spun them so that her eyes immediately caught Matts.

He was slow dancing Celest, her back facing will. However, Matt was glaring over at her and her partner over Celest's shoulders. Will furrowed her brow as she looked at the stranger. "How did you know-"

"That he's your ex? I think his glaring makes it quite obvious, my dear," he replied. Will in took breath rather sharply as she felt him pull her closer to him, so that her body was lightly pressed against his, whereas before they hardly been touching. She stared into his hazel eyes, losing track of anything else. The music made her almost dizzy in her giddiness and as the small fog that had taken over the dance floor thickened, she felt like she was dancing in the clouds. "You are beautiful, the dress suits you well."

Will shivered in pleasure, feeling his breath on her skin. He had a very pleasant smell to his breath, very sweet. It smelled of pomegranates, strangely enough and made her mouth water. Will opened her mouth and shut it, before finding any words at all to say. "My friend Hay-Lynn designed it," she said when she'd resolved to say it.

"Who knew she could ever do something so pleasing," he murmured, causing Will's hormones to rage. She guessed that the provocative dress and the way it brushed against her skin; combined with the hot guy were the cause for the sudden naughty thoughts that ran through her head. Will smile and stared down at his chest. "I suppose it helps to have a great model."

Blushing lightly she shook her head, but could not break away from his intense gaze. "I'm not very good looking," Will said bashfully.

"You stole my heart," he said. Will furrowed her brow, the way he said heart was so very familiar. She blinked a couple of times while looking at his face. Slowly she pulled away from him, goose bumps rising over her skin and her stomach suddenly churning as if it was remembering something her brain hadn't yet.

Will looked around and felt panic rising all over her, wondering where the gym had disappeared to and where all the light and fog had come from. "Hey, what's going on here?" Will asked, her voice shaking.

"Well if I can't be prince I should at least be your Prince charming, I think I'd rather prefer that," the man replied. Will placed a hand over her mouth, something in her brain finally clicking.

"Phobos?" she asked, slightly terrified.

"You impress me, I thought I'd have more time to charm you before you caught on," he replied, not at all sounding impressed but remorseful instead. Suddenly the world seemed to fade and turn black, her last coherent thought, wondering how she could have been so stupid.

TBC…

A/N: I hadn't expected this to happen, I was hoping it would be a one-shot. Oh well, please Review and tell me what you think so far.