A/N: Many thanks for the reviews; I feel I must reply to some.

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Lady-Draco-79: I know exactly what you mean when you say about holding chapters hostage as you put it, I hope you don't feel that's what I'm doing, and I hope I am updating in a "timely manner" but you must understand that I have a few other stories and a lot of coursework that takes up a good chunk of my time too. This is the first fic that I have "held chapters hostage" on, because I was just rather fed up with writing what feels like a lot and not getting any recognition for it, you know? I know I get a lot of visitors and it annoys me how people just read it and not leave feedback, if I have no feedback, how am I to progress? Also, thanks for pointing out about the spelling/grammar punctuation – my first language is not English so I'm really sorry! I ought to get a beta really lol. Thank you very very much for not just leaving a review saying 'It was great, update soon.' Or whatever, I love getting proper feedback! x

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Magical Note: Thanks so much for your review – you're the first person to comment on the Phantom of Hogwarts idea! :D And don't worry, I'm sure that "love" isn't the only word in your vocabulary LOL, I loved (here I go, you've got me started!) listening to your babbling, more people should babble to me! :P and yes, I am a bit obsessed with Dramione, how could you tell? :) Thanks again x

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Athena-Black-Malfoy: Your review really did make me laugh, especially when you said 'I wish I could send more reviews so that you update, but right now I can send only two' I thought it was a bit cute ^o^ so, thank you :) x

So, finally I can get on with the story :P …

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Chapter 2: Meeting the Bachelor

Hermione and Cho were held up by a queue of girls in front as they made their way to the Dining Room, where they would be filled in about the show by the host, one Mr Dwindle. Hermione quickly linked arms with Cho so as not to lose each other in the crowd surging through to the dining room. As Hermione and Cho entered it, they saw it was decorated not unlike the hallway, with cherry wood panelling on the walls and floors and portraits of pretty landscaping and far-off beaches. The room was huge, with a central varnished-teak table occupying most of it. There were name tags written on every placemat and the girls scrambled to find their seats. Hermione, by some strange stroke of luck was sat beside Cho, and also a girl whose name she didn't recognise, but who she guessed was French.

Once every girl was seated, they chattered amongst themselves quietly, waiting for Mr. Dwindle.

"Hermione Granger?" The girl on Hermione's right asked in a faint accent. She was French after all. Hermione spun around in her seat to face a girl with shoulder-length and windswept pearly blonde hair. Hermione didn't know much about Veelas, but she knew this girl must be one or part-one. She had beautiful river-green eyes and small, cherry-red lips, hiding straight, dazzlingly white teeth.

"Hello, have we met?" Hermione said, feeling as though she recognised this girl.

"Yes…but I doubt you remember me" The girl carried on in her soft-spoken voice. She blushed and pushed her fringe behind on of her ears.

"My name is Ariella Lumière. I saw you at my cousin's wedding a few years ago…" The girl trailed off. Something clicked in Hermione's brain. The French cousins…

"Fleur?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, that's right!" The girl replied, beaming. Fleur Delacour's cousin, well this would be interesting…

"Pleased to meet you…again" Hermione replied, smiling and offering her hand. The girl took it and shook before the table fell into lapses of silence. The cherry-coloured door was slowly opening and in came a middle-aged short dark-haired man with olive, greasy skin. He had a kind face though, and a good-natured smile and he beamed around at the group of now silent women. Hermione and Cho exchanged a look.

"Good evening ladies!" He said to them. "I hope I find you all well. This is Blackfield Manor and you will be living here for the remainder of all of your stays here. I am your host, Mr Dwindle and theses are a few of my camera-men who will follow you and the bachelor around and possibly ask for interviews on the bachelor, who will remain anonymous until after the Masquerade Ball, and on the other girls you will compete against." He said, ushering for several men clad in black casual clothes, hats and sunglasses to enter the room. All girls nodded and Mr Dwindle continued talking while Hermione tuned him out and gazed around the table at the other girls. Next to Cho there were two girls, probably Italian or Spanish, Hermione guessed, from their olive complexion and dark hair. The girl on Ariella's other side had straight, strawberry blonde hair down to her elbows and a spattering of freckles under her brown doe-eyes.

That was when Hermione saw her. On the ginger girl's other side, sat Pansy Parkinson.

*

Hermione gaped. The girl, who had once been pug-faced, had improved, if only slightly. She had jet-black hair cut into a stylish shoulder-length bob and a fringe which fell into her moss-green eyes every so often. The girl must have felt Hermione's eyes on her, for she turned and, upon seeing who was gazing so openly, mirrored her shock. Hermione turned away quickly, hoping Pansy hadn't recognised her, and began listening to Mr Dwindle again.

"…and now, a few rules and guidelines. Firstly, breakfast is at 9 o clock sharp. Secondly, the camera men may want to interview you all at points during the evening, you always have the right to refuse! And thirdly, there are ten dormitories, five girls to each room. For those who went to Hogwarts, the rooms are the same size as your dorms there. You may choose the friends who you want to share dorms with and we will disperse you from there. Also, there will be no foul play. All of you lovely ladies here have an equal chance of winning and so nothing will be gained from cheating except an instant disqualification from the contest. There are a few more things I would like to run past you, but I am sure you would all like to go and beautify yourselves – not that any of you need it!" He added with a wink and a chuckle. The girls joined in with polite giggles.

"Okay, all of you, choose five people you would like as your new roommates, and stand along this wall" He said, gesturing to the wall behind him. Hermione stood up and Cho immediately caught her attention. They stood together near the back of the room, before Hermione spotted Ariella standing alone in the middle of the room. She walked over to her, ignoring Cho's questioning look. She placed a hand on Ariella's shoulder and smiled when the girl turned around. Ariella nodded to the unsaid offer and followed her to where Cho stood. She introduced the two and they shook hands. Eventually, all but five girls stood in defined groups. Nobody else had joined Hermione and Cho after Ariella, and so the two Latin girls Hermione had spotted earlier were forced to join them. They looked so alike they could have been sisters and one beamed at Hermione while the other shook Ariella's hand.

"Hello" She said, her voice a low purr. "Arre you really Hermione Granger?" She said in a thick accent. It made her name sound like 'Air-my-o-nee.' Her 'r's rolled like an avalanche. Hermione smiled and nodded as the girl's friend or sister or whatever she was shook Cho's hand.

"My name iss Carmella and thees iss my friend, Lolita" She said, gesturing to her the other dark-haired girl, who offered Hermione her hand. She shook it and smiled. Lolita did not smile much, and mostly looked lonely, even though Carmella's arm was through hers.

"I am Hermione, this is Cho and Ariella" She introduced to the girls. They nodded and Carmella offered her hand to Cho first, then Ariella.

"Okay, I hope you have found yourselves some new roommates!" Boomed the happy voice of Mr Dwindle. Hermione and the others spun around to where his voice emanated from. He was stood near the door, near Pansy Parkinson and her roommates- the strawberry-blonde girl from the table, a girl with short spiky blonde hair, which emphasized her severely arched eyebrows and hawk-like eyes, a brown-haired girl with coffee-coloured skin, her chin at such an axis that she looked permanently haughty and the girl with brown and blonde streaked hair who had fainted at the sight of Harry, Ginny and herself. Hermione flipped her gaze back to Mr Dwindle, who was assigning rooms to those nearest him. He finally arrived at where Hermione, Cho, Carmella, Lolita and Ariella were stood and said in a voice not meant for the rest of the room as much.

"Welcome, ladies, the East wing with the rest, absolute end of the corridor – you can't miss it" He said with a charming smile. Cho, who was nearest him, nodded and they continued due eastwards, up a fancy spiral staircase and along corridors that were decorated similarly to the hallways and dining room. They stopped at the very end, outside a majestic-looking and huge oak door with a silver handle.

Carmella pushed it open and they gave a collective gasp at the huge room. There were 5 four-poster beds next to five identical oak wardrobes. The girls all ran to pick a bed; Hermione was next to a window looking over the valley and mountains in the background. Also, it showed the at least 10-acre garden with lakes, mazes and huge flower beds. It was a breathtaking view. Ariella was on Hermione's left, near a huge portrait of a long-ago Queen patting down her hair and pouting before putting her hands in her lap and posing once more. Lolita was next to a vase of Birds of Paradise, Carmella was beside a floor-to-ceiling statue of a beautiful woman in a long, flowing gown and Cho was situated next to an ornately decorated silver mirror. They unpacked in silence and Hermione followed suit when Cho got her dress for the Masquerade later that night, out in a dress-bag and hung it over the top of her bed. Carmella was transfiguring her bed so it had white wood and black and white flowery bedspread. Hermione had already changed the oak wood to ebony and the dull beige bedspread to pink with darker pink roses on. Ariella was having trouble changing the wood colour to a lighter teak, and so Hermione helped her, while Ariella got her dress out too, also wrapped in a bag and hung it over the edge of her bed. Hermione quickly transfigured the wood and then the bedspread to a white background with green sequins and flowers. Ariella thanked her and then crossed the room to help Carmella with her dress. It seemed Cho had started a mini-trend. Suddenly, and out of the blue, Lolita turned to Hermione.

"Let's show each other our dresses!" She said excitedly, the smile not quite reaching her brown eyes. Carmella turned to her friend, her own blue eyes shining with happiness.

"Sí, buena idea, my friend!" She said, turning to Cho and Hermione.

"Okay, you first Cho" Ariella said, smiling and sitting cross-legged on her newly-transfigured bed. Hermione nodded, and sat on her own bed, glancing at the clock on the wall in the far corner.

"Guys, what time does it start again?" she asked uncertainly.

"Umm… half six isn't it?" Cho said, replying Hermione's question with another question.

"Yeah, it's half six" Ariella said confidently. Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Please don't panic…" She started. "…but we have less than half an hour to get ready" she finished, bounding off her bed and grabbing the dress bag. Carmella screeched "oh mi dios! and clutched her dress as well. Lolita gaped and began to change at the speed of light and Ariella sat in stunned silence before hopping off her bed to grab her dress. Hermione slid into her own silken dress and smiled. It was a perfect fit and hugged her curves beautifully. Hermione pointed her wand at her hair and stood in front of Cho's mirror. She whispered a glamour charm (one she had gotten from a Beauty Bible she had got from Ginny one Christmas) and her hair flew into an elegant bun at the nape of her neck, pulled up in a delicate silver comb with a red rose attached. She then slipped the mask on over her face and tied it up. She stood back and admired herself for a moment before Ariella called her over.

"Hermione, could you zip me up, s'il vous plait?" She said, giving up trying to do it by magic or herself. Hermione glided across the room and Carmella gasped.

"Hermione" She said in her strange Spanish accent. "You look simply perfecto!" She breathed, watching Hermione dance across the room. Cho looked up from her make-up kit, dressed in an ice-blue and silvery dress which reached and tightened at her calves and exhaled slowly.

"Oh Hermione this brings back memories" She smiled slightly. "Stunning by the way" She added as if Carmella had done a bad job at complimenting her. Hermione turned red and zipped up the fastener on Ariella's mermaid-green dress, which poofed out slightly when it got past her slim hips. Carmella wore an indigo floor-length with sequins up one side and a little matching shrug jacket. Lolita wore a dress the same style, without the sequins but with a ruffled torso part and in baby pink. Her curly black hair fell around her collarbone and looked beautiful. Once they all had their masks, makeup and dresses on, they did their hair. Hermione and Lolita sat out since they were already ready and made polite small talk. Cho magically straightened hers and tied it into a loose and messy yet attractive bun at the back of her head. Ariella tied her silver-blonde hair into a side ponytail and added a green headband and Carmella let her wavy black-brown hair out of its long plait and tied it into a high ponytail, the wavelets cascading down her shoulders. Once they were ready, they walked out of their shared room and locked the door with as many magical charms as they could think of between them. They turned to one another as a far-off clock chimed half-six, suddenly having the same thought.

"We're finally going to meet him!" They squealed in excited unison.

*

"Hello and welcome to Blackfrield Manor! I am the host of tonight's show – Mr Dwindle! Our Most Eligible Bachelor is waiting for the ladies, who, might I say all look ravishing, just behind this door, in a darkened room where the ball is going to take place!" Mr Dwindle said, looking straight into camera 2. Hermione and the 49 other women stood behind the door of which he spoke, her and Cho quivering with excitement and nerves. Hermione glanced at Pansy, who wore a very short and low-cut black dress and a silver and black mask. Her gaze reverted to the doors as they swung slowly open. Hermione was pushed by the crowd of giggling girls into a huge, marble-floored and darkened ballroom. There was slow, soft music playing, some songs muggle, some magical. Hermione definitely (and to her annoyance) heard a Celestina Warbeck number that would have made Fleur Delacour pretend to retch, she was sure. She found Cho and Ariella in the crowd; Lolita and Carmella had made a beeline for the bachelor, who was already twirling a blue-gowned girl on the dance floor. Soft, multi-coloured lights pulsed slowly as if they were in a slow-motion disco. Cho led them to a bar Hermione hadn't noticed before and they sat down along with three other girls. Here, Hermione craned her neck to see over the head of the girls crowding the bachelor and his dance-partner. He had a plain white mask on, with silver detailing, and an expensive-looking coat-and-tails jacket over a crisp shirt and long, fitted trousers. To complete the look, he had accessorized dragon-skin shoes and slicked his hair back. It was a pale ash-brown colour, from what she could see, but it was hard to tell from the purple and blue lights currently hitting it. Soon, he changed dance partner and the girl, who looked spun off her feet, was bombarded by the cameramen, practically begging for an interview. The girl accepted as followed them to a brightly lit area in a corner against a moving background of shooting stars. Hermione and Cho finished their drinks before they joined the dance-floor. They began dancing together jokingly, stepping around other dancing girls to find Ariella, who had wandered off to find a girl she had met earlier in the day. They found her chatting to a willowy girl with sandy brown hair teased straight. Her cheeks were pink with dancing (she had been the Bachelors second dance-partner and he was currently on his seventh) and her grey-blue eyes sparkled in the red and pink light. Cho fiddled with her mask as they approached Ariella.

"Hello" Hermione said when they were in talking distance, over the song she recognised as Whitney Houston.

"Bonjour" The girl said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Je mapelle Christine. Er, my name eez Christine" She said holding her hand to Hermione and then Cho. They greeted her and Hermione was about to launch into a conversation with the girls, when they were interrupted by none other than the bachelor himself. He tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, irritated by the intrusion. Her anger ebbed away when she saw him. His hair was now light pink due to the lights, and Hermione imagined it to naturally be light blonde or a very light brown, and liquid pools of silver gazed intently at her from beneath his mask.

"Would you care to dance?" He asked, bowing graciously and holding his hand out to her, gazing up at her with puppy dog eyes. Hermione just stared, before realising she was being rude.

"I-Who, me?" She asked incredulously. He nodded, straightening up and still offering his arm.

"Please?" He asked, looking curiously at her. She glanced at Cho, Ariella and Christine, who was flicking her sandy-brown hair over her shoulder and batting her eyelashes at him. Hermione squared her shoulders and turned back to him. He beamed, flashing rows of diamond-white teeth. She smiled back and took his outstretched hand; it was warm and soft under hers. He smiled at her, pulling her close to him as they walked across the dance-floor, ignoring the death-glares from other girls. Pansy's was the worse and as they passed her, she hissed under her breath, scowling at Hermione. The bachelor leaned closer to her and Hermione felt butterflies appear in her stomach.

"Pansy Parkinson, just ignore her, she's a jealous cow" He purred in her ear, causing goose bumps to appear on her arms. She nodded.

"I suppose I can't ask your name." He said regretfully. "But you are exceptionally pretty, Miss." He said bowing to her again as they stood facing each other on the marble-tiled dance-floor.

"So" He said, pulling her close to him as the song started. It was the song Cavatina (A/N Bottom of page for link) and they slow-danced, her arms around his neck, his on her waist, wrapping his warm arms around her just like Ron- No. She wouldn't let herself think about Ron. They began moving as he finished his sentence.

"Gryffindor, eh?" He said, examining her dress and gold mask.

"Maybe." She replied mysteriously. The bachelor looked at her with difficulty, caramel browns met silvery grey and he felt a little lurch in his stomach, as if he was dancing with a Portkey, not a beautiful woman. He stared at her in a slight downwards angle, as her eyes were level with his nose, her lips level with his chin, if he leant down slightly he would be able to capture her lips with his… but no, he shouldn't think like that so early on, everyone deserved a chance. He looked over her head, careful not to look into her eyes again when he asked her another question.

"So, a Slytherin? You don't seem the sneaky type, and I'm sure I would've seen you…" he babbled, but stopped, afraid he had said too much. He hoped she had missed that last bit, but she stared at him, curiosity written across the half of her face he could see. To his relief, she ignored it, although he was sure she knew something, and continued dancing. He, however, wanted to know more about this elusive lady. All the others had only been too eager to talk about themselves, not wanting to just enjoy themselves, but she was different, and he wanted to know why.

"You look great" He whispered in her ear in a strangely and vaguely familiar voice. "Have I mentioned that?" He asked, feeling like an idiot. He thanked the dark room that she could not see his blushing face.

"Yes you have, and thank you, so do you" She replied politely. Draco started to feel slightly annoyed, why did this girl not throw herself at him? The song dimmed and faded and she made to pull away, but he pulled her back to his chest. He felt her questions in her intense gaze.

"I'm sure they'll forgive us" He said smirking. She smiled back, to his liking and they began to sway once more.

"So, what kind of questions do they ask you?" She asked, finally accepting he wanted to dance with her again.

"Oh the usual; what music do you like, what do you look for in a woman, have you ever met the Golden Trio, that kind of thing." He said, hoping again he hadn't let anything slip. With this girl he found it exceedingly difficult to lie. He was unsure why.

"And have you? Met them I mean" She asked, her head against his chest at the new slower song.

"Yeah I have. He's a good bloke is Potter. Just me and him never hit him off. Also there's the small fact that I never got on with his mates either…" He rambled, cutting himself off to stop himself boring her.

"Why didn't you get on with Weasley and Granger?" She asked curiously, using their last names so as not to give herself away. He sighed.

"Well, the boy, Ron, was a bit of a prejudice, 'cause I was rich I suppose." He said, twirling her gracefully. "But I don't blame him, I was the same." He added.

"And the girl?" Hermione prompted.

"Granger? Oh she was…well, she was… different. Smart, independent, strong. Not like the other girls at Hogwarts." Hermione stiffened but pulled herself together in time for him to spin her around again and pull her back to him.

"I was…not the nicest of guys at school. I was up my own arse to be frank." He admitted, and Hermione could tell he was smiling.

"She was pretty, don't get me wrong. But she was always Weasley's plaything. She had him wrapped around her little finger, I can tell you" He mused. Hermione sniggered quietly and thanked the stars he couldn't hear her.

"But enough about Granger, what about you?" He asked, prompting a second dark laugh from Hermione, which again he didn't hear. Just then, the song ended on a very high note and Hermione pulled away, the bachelor looked surprised.

"But, I don't know anything about you!" He almost whined as she made to walk away. She turned back and smiled at him, making his knees feel slightly weaker than before. He curled a tendril of her hair between his fingers and tucked it behind her ear.

"I will find out about you. That's a promise." He whispered in her ear, dropping a kiss no-one else could see on her cheek, making it tingle. She turned on her heel, leaving the young bachelor feel nothing but a great sadness as the most interesting and beautiful girl that night, walked away from him, drawing in the crowds of beautiful, but boring girls around him, all wanting their dancing skills to be tested next.

*

(2 hours later)

"So Miss Anonymous, what did you think of the bachelor?" The cameraman asked her. She shifted in her seat at the bright light and adjusted her mask. Cho gave her a thumbs-up from behind the interviewer. Hermione thought carefully, and quickly.

"He is a delightful man, and a good dancer. Very charming overall" She allowed.

"What do you think he'd say about you?" He asked. Hermione inwardly cursed him to high heaven. She gave a tinkling laugh.

"I think he'd say I was a bore, not telling him near anything about myself and asking him a lot of questions in return." She said. The camera man smiled.

"Thanks for your time, beautiful" He said, winking as he turned the camera off. She blushed and got up.

"Thanks for being patient" She said before walking off with Cho. They meandered around the girls and the dancing bachelor, now with one of the girls that had flanked Pansy earlier, her mouth was moving very fast as he twirled her and his expression was vacant.

For some reason this made Hermione happier as she made a beeline for the bar.

"He's a good dancer isn't he?" Cho asked, sounding more than a little surprised. She had been before the haughty Indian girl from the interview and, looking more than a little flustered, had accepted.

Meanwhile, on the dance-floor, Draco twirled the girl under their arms, hoping to shut her up, unsuccessfully. She rambled on and on about herself, inviting him to ask her things, which he did reluctantly. Thankfully, the song ended soon and another girl approached him.

"Evening Pans." He said, sounding every bit as vacant as he felt. She beamed at him.

"Hello-" she dropped her voice to a whisper-" Draco" She said, gripping him around the neck after guiding his hands to her hips. He kept them above the waistline, despite her obvious invitations to let them slide down her thighs. They began a slow waltz, and Draco was sure she was the last girl as it was nearing ten o clock.

"How are you enjoying it?" He asked politely. She shrugged.

"Nothing to write home about, but quite entertaining. Some of these girls..." She shook her head, laughing unkindly. "Surely they know you're out of their leagues?" She said with the same laugh. Draco sighed, he was used to this.

"I mean, look at the one in the red dress" She said, measuring his face for a reaction.

"What a tart, I mean asking for two dances!" She huffed, watching his face. There was not a lot of change, except the fact his eyes had tightened slightly. She knew him well enough to tell her he was offended by her last statement on the girl's behalf.

"I mean, does she think that curves are actually sexy?!" She screeched, letting out a peal of laughter. "Skinny is so in this year, surely someone would've told her that. Perhaps she hasn't got anyone close enough to tell her to lose a few pounds" Pansy said wrinkling her nose as the swayed. Draco looked annoyed.

"I actually prefer curvy girls, Pans. Surely you know that after all these years?" He started.

"I love a natural woman's body they shouldn't have to diet to think themselves pretty" He said sternly. Pansy's laughter cut off.

"Sorry Drake" She said in a small voice. He let her go as the song ended and the disco lights dimmed to make the room entirely bathed in red light. Suddenly, a stage appeared under his feet and Mr Dwindle joined him upon it, holding a microphone in one hand and looking directly into the cameras that suddenly surrounded Draco.

"And that's the end of the Masquerade ball, we will now find out the 10 unlucky girls our young bachelor will choose to send home." The girls all stared up at them, save for Hermione and Cho, who were picking their way to where Ariella, Carmella, Lolita and Christine stood, somewhere near the side. Draco watched the group of girls and didn't hear what Mr Dwindle was saying until 40 red roses appeared on stage, floating in mid-air beside him. Draco made a split-second decision to give them out by hand rather than by magic. It added to the effect and suspense more, and he jumped off the stage, with a rose, making a beeline for the mysterious girl in the red dress.

She seemed genuinely surprised when he handed her a rose, with a white ribbon around the long stem. He smiled at her, feeling like a teenage boy when he blushed. She stood, gaping before she took it from his outstretched hand. He then proceeded to hand one to each of the girls stood around her. Ariella squealed happily and Christine tossed her hair over her shoulder once more before saying in a carrying whisper…

"I knew 'e would choose me. 'E is only human after all" She said proudly in her French accent, flicking her fringe out of her eyes. Hermione and Cho rolled their eyes at each other. The only other girls Hermione was familiar with were Pansy and her cronies, and they all got picked. The bachelor then climbed gracefully back onto the stage and Mr Dwindle began talking once more.

"Now who would like to un-mask our bachelor?" He asked, bouncing on his heels. Then another thought struck the host of the show.
"Actually, who was the first to be given a rose?" He asked. A spotlight that came out of nowhere centred on Hermione, and she blushed.

"Come on Miss, don't be shy" He said through his microphone. Hermione thought dully that it would have been more effective if he had used the sonorous charm, but realised the microphone was not plugged into anything, so might have the charm already on it. She stumbled onto stage with a gentle shove from Ariella. She gracefully stepped onto the stage, holding her dress and ignoring the bachelor's helping hand. She stood facing the bachelor, and Mr Dwindle made a drum roll echo around the room. Hermione slowly reached forward and pulled at the mask with her warm fingers. She stood in shock, her mouth hanging open as she saw the silver-grey eyes of Draco Malfoy staring back at her. He then reached forward to prise her mask off, but the TV suddenly turned off.

"Hey I was watching tha-"Ginny started. Harry sat in shock while Ron, who was at the flat with them, jumped to his feet, his ears red.

"DRACO MALFOY ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" he thundered.

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A/N: Hope you like it, I think it went a bit fast, but I needed a huge update to reward all your reviewing! :) I wanted to add Harry and Ginny in it again, just because I love them :D

Please review, I want to know if it's worth continuing. Here is Cavatina, it's a truly beautiful song: .com/watch?v=3UB3js8v6R0

-Sarita xo