So anyways here's chappie 2 like I promised. If you leave a review I'll love you forever and give you a million kisses with a cherry and some chocolate syrup on top =) And sprinkles if you're the kinky type.

Whenever You Come Around
(Vince Gill)
I get weak in the knees
And I lose my breath
Oh, I try to speak
But the words won't come
I'm so scared to death
And when you smile that smile
The world turns upside down
Whenever you come around

After having made a compelete idiot out of himself Justin walked dazedly through the school hallways. Only one thing was running through his mind and that was "Arlie." She had smiled at him and talked to him. True, he didn't talk back. But that's beside the point. But it's not like it really mattered anymore because he wouldn't think a girl like her would ever consider spending any lenght of time with him, let alone actually enjoy herself.

Justin began to wonder if being loved by a beautiful girl was even possible for an uncoordinated, strange looking bloke like him. Even Ron, who's popular and has a pretty girlfriend, seems to be having trouble these days. And just as he wondered where that thought of Ron had come from, he saw it's source. Ron and Hermione having it out in the middle of the corridor, attrackting attention from everyone who had the pleasure of being in that hallway at that moment.

"How can you even consider that, Ronald Weasley?!" hermione yelled.

"It's true isn't it?" Ron yelled back. "I saw you talking to him in Potions. You were all in each other's potions and whispering and laughing. Right, Hermione, completely innocent!"

"How dare you!" She slapped Ron hard across the cheek and angrily walked toward him, making him reactively stumble backwards, until he was against the wall and her eyes burned into his. "Harry has always been our best friend and all of a sudden you think I would do anything to jepordize that? Or my relationship with you? I love you Ronald and I thought you loved me too. Maybe I was wrong to believe that. Maybe I was wrong to ever love you at all."

Ron challenged her back, "Maybe. Why don't you go jump into bed with Harry and find out."

Hermione whirled around and stalked away. "Maybe I will!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Ron whirled around and walked away in the opposite direction.

Justin shook his head sadly and continued walking toward the Great Hall for lunch. Everything seemed to be screwed up today.

~-*~*-~

Arianalei Warbeck, internationally known singer from LA, California, United States

3 albums gone Platinum.

Muggle Grammy Award winner for Best New Artist, Song of the Year, and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance.

WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) Award winner for Best New Voice, 3 years in a row for Most Enchanting Song of the Year and Sorceress of the Year.

Daughter of singing sensation Celestina Warbeck and Stubby Boardman (formerly of the Hobgoblins).

Current net worth: 10,640,000 Galleons. That makes her the richest adolescent of this generation.

Next project: Album "Fly Me Away" due out sometime next spring.

Ginny looked away from the pictures of the smiling girl that covered the main article of this edition of Teen Witch Weekly. Arianalei Warbeck. Arianalei Warbeck! That's all ginny ever heard anymore. And now she was attending Hogwarts and had the nerve to be sorted into Gryffindor! So not only did Ginny have the pleasure of reading about Arianalei Warbeck, hearing about Arianalei Warbeck, having Arianalei Warbeck's overplayed neopunk songs shoved down her throat on a regular basis, and everybody wanting to be like Arianalei Warbeck…now Ginny had to see Arianalei Warbeck on a daily basis!

And here she came to the Great Hall. Her very presence attracted the eyes of all those already in the room. Arianalei Warbeck knew they were watching her. She even had the audacity to sit toward the end of the Gryffindor table, by herself, as though she was too good to sit with other people. Arianalei Warbeck pulled out a book and began reading. In the past week this girl had been at Hogwarts Ginny had never seen her eat. Arianalei Warbeck was aparently too good for their Hogwarts food. She probably had a kitchen installed into her dorm room where her own house elf prepared anything her wonderful heart desired.

Harry chose that moment to sit across from Ginny. He looked at her watching Arianalei Warbeck reading a book and looked down at the issue of Teen Witch Weekly laying open to the 2 page spread of Arianalei Warbeck. Harry chuckled to himself. "Obsess much?"

Ginny didn't turn her eyes away from the girl who was not eating. "Look at her Harry. Sitting over there all by herself. She's such a snob."

"Whoa Ginny, tone down on the drama. I've talked to her. She's a nice girl."

Ginny turned her angry eyes to Harry. "You've talked to her? Why?"

"We have DADA together. We have things in common."

"Let me guess. You're both rich and famous."

"Don't be mean Ginny. But yeah, kinda. The constant attention, never a moment's peace, tabloids making things up about you."

Ginny smirked. "It must be hard socializing with us normal people, huh."

"If you're gong to be a total shrew about it, I'm outta here." Harry stood from his seat.

"Going to sit with your famous friend?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm going to see if she would like some company. I know what it's like for the world to hate you for being something that you're not. You just sit here and stew a while."

Harry, trying to paint a true smile on his face and wash away ginny's horrible attitude, walked over to where Arianalei was sitting. She was reading a book. Phantom of the Opera. "Mind if I sit with you?" he asked. She looked up to him and smiled, which Harry took as her nonverbal permission. "I thought that was just a play," he said, indicating her book.

Arianalei laughed. "No. It was a book a long time before it was a play."

"Is it any good?"

Arianalei hesitated for a second, "Not really. I like Eric, the Phantom…I like his character…but it's disjointed and doesn't make sense sometimes. The play is much better. They take certain liberities with the plot that make it make sense. Actually the old movie versions of the book aren't too bad either."

"You mean other than the new version of Webber's play?"

"Ah, the classics."

"Have you seen the new movie yet?"

"Of course! Can never get enough music of the night, y'know."

Harry laughed. He noticed she wasn't eating anything. "Not eating?"

Arianalei looked at the basket of apples that was sitting in front of her. "Not hungry," she said shortly. "Sorry Harry, I gotta go now." She gathered up her things and left the Great Hall without another word.

What in the world? Harry wondered what it was that he had done to offend her.

Seconds after that is when there was some horrible sound from over by the Hufflepuff table and everybody cheered for the unfortunate person who was now the center of ridicule.

It was then that Hermione plopped heavily next to him. Her eyes were red and puffy as though she had been crying. "Hi Harry," she said. Her voice wobbled with the remains of her tears.

Harry put his hand tenderly to her shoulder. "'Mione what happened?"

Hermione's eyes began to glisten with the tears she had just been rid of and she bent her head down so Harry ocludnt' see her. "I hate him Harry."

"Who?" he tilted her chin up with his finger to meet his eyes. This only made her brimming tears turn into full sobs.

"Ron," she said.

"It can't be that bad. He's always doing something."

"He's the biggest..." she sobbed. "I hate him!"

Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, allowing her to soak his shoulder with her tears.

"He thinks..." she wailed into his neck, "he thinks you and me...that you...are in love..." She sobbed into his shoulder again.

"Awe, Hermione," he petted her hair with his hand, "don't let him get to you. I'm sorry he hurt you with whatever he said this time. You're too good to hurt like this."

"Really?" she looked up to meet his eyes and sniffled very unladylikely.

Harry smiled. "Really. Come to the ball with me. It'll be fun."

This made Hermione smile too. "You don't have a date yet?"

Harry laughed. "Why would I? I've been waiting for the chance to ask my best friend."

Hermione laughed too. "OK then. To the ball it is."

~-*~*-~

Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor Tower. She hoped she wouldn't run into Ron there or see him on the way. She came to the Fat Lady's portait. "Googlymoogly," she said the password.

"Thank you," the Fat Lady said politely and swong open to reveal a hole in the ewall.

Inside there was a large fireplace with a large sofa and 2 over poofed chairs around the fireplace. One of those chairs was already occuppied by a brunette. Hermione flung herself across a sofa to watch the fire dance with the logs. She looked over to the girl and saw that it was Arianalei Warbeck.

"Hello, Arianalei," Hermione said.

Arianalei looked up from the book she was reading and smiled pleasantly. "Hello Hermione."

"Arianalei, who are you going to the ball with?" Hermione asked.

"Why?" Arianalei asked.

"Just curious. Harry asked me to go with him."

"I thought you were going with Ron. Aren't you 2 together?"

"I was but not anymore. He's a jerk. Harry asked me but I think it's just as friends. I think he just wanted to make me feel better about Ron."

"Harry's a nice guy."

"Yeah." Hermione sat up straighter on the couch. "So who are you going with?"

"I'm not going to the ball."

"Why? I know for a fact there's not one guy in this school that wouldn't die to go with you."

"I know. That's why I'm not going." When Hermione turned her head to one side and perked up curiously, she continued. "None of them want to take me. They wall want to take Arianalei Warbeck, Princess of Tabloids. I get enough of that in my public life. I don't need it in my private life too."

"I see," hrermione nodded, understanding a little more about the girl that was more than a simple minded star.

~-*~*-~

Justin entered the Great Hall with a stomach that was talking to him loudly and the smell of lunch was almost too much to bear. He eagerly sat down and gathered himself a scoop or two of everything in front of him and began chowing. He looked around at the other tables and spotted Ginny Weasley, in her usual attire of a Good Charlotte shirt, a black leather mini skirt, boots that laced up to her knees, and fishnet stockings. Her red hair with dyed black tips was pulled into a spiky sort of way to the top of her head and her eyes were heavily lined in dark makeup. He didn't know exactly why Ginny dressed this way now. She didn't used to. Sometime over the summer... She went home for summer holiday looking just as normal as could be and then came back looking like this.

Harry had sat down accross from her and was talking and looking at...looking at Arlie, who was seated more toward the end of the Gryffindor table (and since he was also at the end of the Hufflepuff table, he got a clear view of her) and she was alone. She looked up and caught him staring at her again. He immediately dropped his gaze down into his plate of...what in the world was he eating? Something resembling a cross between hamburgers and lasagna? Oh well. It was okay eating anyways. He chanced a look back at Arlie and saw that Harry was now blocking his view of her. He always liked Harry but right now Justin wished he would go away. He liked looking at her, her eyes that danced with laughter, her smile. Just thinking about their encounter earlier made him go all numb again and he had to fight to keep his fork from falling to hte floor.

Arlie stood from her seat and appeared to be saying something to Harry and she was leaving. But in order to leave she had to walk passed the Hufflepuff table where Justin sat watching her. Again she glanced at him and smiled, the smile that made him melt. Concequently he not only dropped his fork, but in the process he knocked his glass of pumpkin juice into his lap…quickly grabbing some napkins resulted in having a bowl of apples rolling and a dish of the hamburger/lasagna stuff sliding down the table and splattering over the floor. Not being able to decide whether or stop the apples from bouncing everywehre or to try to stop the red lumpy goo from dripping on the floor left him with the final option of stopping and just watching everything go where it must.

And the sarcastic cheering began. Shouts of "Nice one, Justin!" and "Way to go, fathead!" could be heard all through the hall. And worst of all, Arlie had seen it. She was laughing hard enough that she was wiping away tears from her eyes.

Mortified, justin began to try to fetch the apples that had found their way under the table. Maybe under here he could escape and be invisible again. He liked it that way. Nobody could laugh at you when you were invisible.

"Hey Butterfingers," he heard Arlie's laughter filled voice, "you lost some."

He tried to ignore her. Maybe she would go away and he wouldn't make a fool of himself again. Or at least if he did do it again, which was very likely, she wouldn't be there to see it.

He came back out from under the table and saw that had bent down and was nearly done cleaning up the hamburger/lasagna goo with a wad of napkins. She looked back up to him, her chocolate eyes glazed over with her laughing fit. She smiled again and one of the apples in his arms came loose and fell to the floor again. Justin glared at the fallen apple as though it had purposely defied his wish to not be further mortified. Arlie's body began to shake and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from bursting with laughter again. Justin dropped the apples on the table and made shure they wouldn't roll off again. He loved to watch her laugh. He just wished it wasn't him she was laughing at.

"Thanks for helping, Arlie," he said quietly.

"What?" she stopped sharply and looked up to him.

"I said thanks."

"No. YOu called me Arlie."

"I thought you told me to—"

"I did. Nobody ever does though."

Justin's eyes widened, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"No! No, it's fine…just plain Arlie's great."

"OK," Justin felt himeslf smile shyly in spite of his akwardness. She sat down at the very end of the table and he took the seat accross from her.

"So, you got a name I can call you besides Butterfingers."

Finding his hands suddenly very interesting he answered, "Justin." She was smiling warmly again and he didn't want to run the risk of doing something stupid again. "I only get that way when you're around, y'know."

Why did he say that?! He hadn't meant to. He was thinking it! He wasn't supposed to say that out loud!

He chanced a quick glance at her and she had lost her smile but not her warmness, her eyes glistened with more curiosity than laughter. He wanted to talk to her, about anything…about everything. He wanted to ask her if she would like to go out…on a date…with him of all people.

He decided on something less personal. "You hungry?"

She looked at the food in front of her. "People are all the time trying to feed me." she said flatly. "They expect you to be thin and beautiful and then they try to stuff food down your throat."

"You don't eat?" he asked with honest sincerity in his voice.

"You aren't allowed to eat when you're me…at least not this stuff," she pointed to the hamburger/lasagna stuff. "If I eat I get fat. Fat is not attractive and attractive is what sells."

Justin thought about this for a second and finally decided to be more brave than was in his nature. "Trust me Arlie," he said quietely, looking into her eyes, "your beauty has nothing to do with your body. There's more to you than that."

"You don't even know me," she said almost defensively.

"I know you like to laugh. Usually at me it seems, but laughing just the same."

"Well, if you weren't so funny I wouldn't have a reason to laugh."

"I know you have so much pressure on you and you still carry yourself with dignity and with a joy for life. You're not mean to people just because of who you are. And I'll bet my last knut that you know what it's like to stand in a crowded room and feel completely alone."

And then she smiled. Not a laugh, not a glimmer of amusement…a real smile…and what apeared to be a blush growing in her cheeks.

Ask her, he told himself. Tell her you like her. No, she wouldn't want him. He was plain and…clumsy. Arianalei Warbeck would never notice someone like him.

She suddenly looked down away from him and gathered her bag onto her shoulder. "Justin, it was nice meeting you," she grinned at him. "I hope this will not be the last time you decide to talk to me." And he watched her leave through the large double doors of the great Hall.

"Nice try, mudblood." Draco Malfoy sat beside him uninvited. "If you wanted a chance with her then don't be such an idiot." Draco smirked. "Girls like that don't hang out with losers like you."

"Go away, Draco."

"I've got something you might want."

"What ever you've got, I don't want it." Justin started to grab his bag.

"Oh, but I I think you do." He pulled out a small green vial from the inside pocket of his robes. "You see, I've already decided that Arianalei Warbeck will be going to the ball with me. My friends over there say that you have a better chance with her than I do. Now, we both know this is compeletly rediculous but I have my reputation to protect…plus, I'd like to have a little challenge, just to make it interesting for me. So I'm here to offer you this." He gave the little vial a playful shake. "Just to make things a little more even.

"What is it?" Justin looked curiously at the bottle in Draco's hand.

"Inertis Confectum." Draco smirked and his cold grey eyes were filled with mischeif. "The Coward's Potion."

"What? Why would you give me this?"

"Are you deaf as well as stupid?" Draco spat. He took the bottle and put it into Justin's hand. "Drink a small bit of this and you'll think you're Don Juan."

"Where did you get it?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and smiled horribly, "I made it. I was gonna dump it all into Potter's pumpkin juice and watch what happened." Draco laughed meanly. "But something tells me you need it much more than he does."

"I don't know," Justin said.

"You're a coward aren't you, mudblood?

"Hey, wait a minute Draco—" Justin said, offended at the comment.

"Then this potion is for you Let's see who the better man is. I dare you to ask her to the ball mudblood. That is…unless you're chicken."

"Stuff it, Draco."

Draco smiled coldly. "Cowards never win the girls. I dare you, mudblood."

And before Justin could say anything more, Draco had walked away from him. The small green vial rested firmly in his palm.