"I'm ready to take it off," I said, turning to Ron with a completely random subject. Dinner had just ended, and he and I were sitting in his room drinking butterbeer and cuddling.

"Take what off?" he asked, kissing my neck. "And more importantly, can I help?"

"Yes, and it's not what you think," I laughed and scooted away. "I'm talking about my necklace," I said, fingering the pendant.

"Oh. Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I talked to Firenze about it over a month ago and he said that I should have enough control now. I just need to be near someone I trust, incase my visions get out of hand," I said, pulling my hair away from the back of my neck. "And I trust you with my life."

"Alright. If you're sure," he said, reaching behind my neck to unhook the silver clasp. He planted a soft kiss on my lips and leaned back, placing the necklace on the coffee table. We leaned back and he held my hand. "Anything?"

"No, nothing yet. And I may not have one. It's just that, I'm sick of wearing the necklace all the time. Eventually, I'll get to where I canbe able to control it enough to not have to wear the necklace at all. But I'm just gonna take it slow," I said, leaning into the crook of his arm and watching the fire.

He kissed my forehead and turned to face me. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm going to need your music player thing."

"My I-pod?"

"Yeah, that."

"Why?"

"For the Christmas Ball. We want to make it a Muggle dance,. and use Muggle music and everything., so McGonagall wants to use your I-Pod to get the songs."

"Ok, I'll get it to you tomorrow at our lesson."

"That's another thing. You're all caught up."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"But, that means that I don't have to come anymore."

"That is true."

My face fell a little,. "Then that takes away two nights a week that I can see you and not have to be sneaky about it."

"I know, which is why I haven't told McGonagall that you're all caught up, and I don't plan on telling her. If she asks, I'm just going to tell her that I want to keep working with you because Charms is your weakest subject."

"Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in," I joked.

"I never said that was a bad thing. I think that it's a very good thing," he smiled. We both leaned in to each other, but just as our lips were about to meet, I pulled away and held my head in my hands. A strange sensation was going through my head. It wasn't painful, just different. "What's wrong?" he frantically asked.

I didn't answer. I was only silent for a few moments though. It seemed that as soon as it started, it was over. I leaned back and brushed my hair out of my face and looked at Ron. "I think I just had my first vision."

"What did you see?" he asked.

"It was strange. I was here, in your room, and you were holding me from behind and we were looking out at the lake through the window. Then we saw something."

"What was it?"

"A dragon. But it wasn't real. It looked a bit like a Patronus, but I got the feeling that it wasn't. It was a ghostly figure flying through the air, straight towards Hogwarts. Then it was over. That's all it was."

"A dragon?"

"Yeah. A silvery white dragon, flying over the lake."

"Why does that seem familiar?" he said, getting up and walking to the very window I saw in my vision.

"Do you know what it means?"

"I think so. But I can't place it. I'll talk to Harry about it and let you know."

"Alright." I sat back on the couch and rubbed my temples.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked, stepping back to sit next to me.

"Just a headache," I assured him. "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Yeah, it's late. And I know for a fact that you have a Charms test tomorrow."

"Yeah well, it's a good thing I'm in good with the Professor," I smirked.

"I suppose it is," he replied, kissing a line down my jaw while I ran my fingers through his ginger hair. That line of action soon resulted in him laying atop me on the couch, my skirt sliding down legs that were wrapped around his waist, and my shirt coming unbuttoned at a quickened pace.

"Ron. Stop," I reluctantly said, pushing him off.

"What? Why?"

"Because, I have to go. And if you don't stop, I'll never leave."

"And that's bad?"

"As much as I hate to say it, yes. I love you. Goodnight." I kissed him quickly, then righted my clothing. Then I before practically runningran out of his room before he could drag me back, because I knew I wouldn't be able to fight him off a second time.

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"Here you go." I held out my hand for Ron to take the I-pod from it.

"Thanks, but you're going to have to help us set it up."

"No problem. Do you have an ideas of what songs you want to play?"

He looked at me apologetically and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really. We were kind of hoping you could choose them."

"Sure, no problem, I'll get the girls together and we'll pick the songs. I take it McGonagall will want to approve the songs?"

"She did mention something like that." We walked to the desk together and sat down.

"I've got something to tell you," I said, reserved. Something had happened that day that he needed to know about but wouldn't take kindly to.

"What?''

"I got asked to the ball today."

"Lumley again?" He was taking it a lot better than I had thought he would.

"Yeah. I didn't give him an answer yet, but I can't show up alone."

"I know." He sat silent for a moment, not looking at me, then sighed and turned to face me. "Tell him yes. I want you to go and be happy. I might even get to dance with you."

"Would that be appropriate?"

"Probably not, but, we'll save it for the last dance, when most of the people have left."

"Alright," I said, kissing his cheek. "I actually need to go. I need to start on the song list and tell Faolan I'll go with him."

"Well, you are all caught up so it really doesn't matter whether you come to these or not." Ron seemed a little down, but I knew it was just because we would be at a large gathering and not be able to present ourselves together.

"I'll be here for the next one."

"Okay. I'll see you later then?"

"Absolutely." I kissed his neck. "Cheer up. It won't be long until Christmas, then we can finally let our families know."

"You're happy about that?"

"Well yeah."

"What if they disapprove?"

"Then piss on them. Nothing's going to keep me from you. I don't care what others think. It just really bites that we can't tell everyone."

"We can someday. Hopefully soon."

"Yeah. Well, I really must go. I love you."

"I love you too," he said, pulling me into a passionate kiss that left me reeling. (W/C). I was finally able to pull back enough to get away and find my friends to pick out songs.

It took some convincing to get approval on some of the songs, but in the end, we worked our charms and got a good list approved, including:

The Reason – Hoobastank

She Will be Loved – Maroon 5

Yeah – Usher

Toxic – Britney Spears

Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson

Let's Get it Started – Black Eyed Peas

Move Ya Body – Nina Sky

1985 – Bowling for Soup

Bounce – Sarah Connor

Feelin' Way Too Damn Good – Nickelback

100 years – Five for Fighting

Accidentally in Love – Counting Crows

Shake Ya Tailfeather – Nelly

Intuition – Jewel

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"Camilla! Hurry up! Faolan's waiting!"

"I'm coming Poe!" I yelled down the stairs. I took a moment to adjust the flower in my hair before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the dorm. I felt my dress was lovely, and apparently so did everyone else. It was pale yellow, with a few ruffles of fabric running vertically down the dress, starting at my hips, and trailing down to the floor in a short train. The top was V-necked, with thin straps and a small length of fabric forming a second "sleeve" across my arms. There was a matching yellow flower to place behind my ear and I wore my hair in a French twist. (Nice! I love the details)

"You look beautiful," Faolan told me as I met him at the portrait. He wasn't exactly the one I hoping to impress, but it felt good.

"Thank you. Now, let's go have fun."

The ball couldn't have started off better. Faolan and I danced for hours, together for some songs and with friends for others, but I would always sneak glances at Ron from across the room. But as , all good things must come to an end, and the happy times did. As Breakaway began to play, Faolan took me to dance and settled himself close to my ear.

"You know, I've wanted to take you out for a long time."

This was headed in a bad direction right off the start. "You have?"

"Yeah. You're beautiful, smart, and funny. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

I giggled a little bit. What girl wouldn't when told something like that? But it was defiantly definitely the wrong course of action.

"But I want to be the lucky one."

"Excuse me?" I pulled back a little bit.

"You heard me, Camilla. Let me be the lucky one. Be mine."

I didn't really know what to say. I thought for a few moments, then tried to get it out in the nicest way possible. "Faolan, you know I value you as a friend. I just don't see you as the kind of person I'd want to be with."

"What?" he practically screamed. People around us stopped dancing and stared.

"Faolan, you're my friend, nothing more."

"Why not!" He had clearly been drinking. How someone had snuck alcohol into Hogwarts was beyond my knowledgeme, for I never asked how we got it at the parties. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, just in the common rooms, but this was a public place with professors everywhere.

"Faolan please! People are staring! Can we talk about this outside?"

"NO! Let them stare! I want to talk about it now! Why won't you be with me? Am I not good enough?"

"No that's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"You're my friend. I don't want to mess that up."

"The Potter's were friends. They're married now!"

"We're not the Potter's, Faolan."

"We could be! Camilla you don't understand! I want you," he lowered his voice and pulled me in close. "And I always get what I want." This was clearly a different side of Faolan. He was always kind and sweet to me, but this side of him was terrifying.

"Faolan, please let me go."

"No! Not until you agree to be with me."

"Faolan, I can't do that. I don't like you that way."

"You will," he said, the tone in his voice was darker and deeper than I'd ever heard.

"Faolan, please don't." My voice was quivering. I hoped and prayed that someone would come help me. Everyone was just standing there, staring.

He began to struggle with me. He tried to tilt my head up to kiss him, but I pulled away. Just as he pulled his hand back, to slap me I suppose, he was retched wrenched back from me by none other than Ron.

"Mr. Lumley, I believe Miss. Morton told you she wasn't interested." The love of my life, my hero.

"Who gives you the right to-"

"I am a teacher. That's what gives me the right. Fifteen points from Slytherin for harassing another student. You are excused from the Hall, Mr. Lumley. I suggest you go back to the Head Dorm and sleep off whatever substances you've consumed." Ron spoke loudly at first, then lowered his voice a bit at the last part. Faolan gave him a dirty look, but dropped my arms and stalked out of the Hall. I stood still for a moment, then rushed out of the Hall tears streaming down my face.

I ran up the stairs, hair flying out of my bun, towards the Ravenclaw Common Room. Ron was right. Faolan was only after me for one thing and it only took the booze to bring that out of him. I had fully intended on spending the rest of the night crying in my bed until it was time for the train to leave the next day, but I stopped myself when I got to a fork in the corridor. One way would lead me to the stairs up to my House Dorm. The other down a long hallway to the room that Ron and the Potters shared. I contemplated both destinations, then decided to stick with my original choice. There was no way I could face Ron after what had happened.

Just when I turned to walk left, a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around the other way. Terrified that it was Faolan, I clenched my eyes closed and tried to pull away. But the hands were strong and familiar, and pulled me into a soothing hug, despite my protests. "You'd better not be about to go to your room," Ron said, lightly rubbing my back.

"You were right. He's horrid!" I cried into his chest. He just hugged tighter and shhd me quiet.

"It's okay. I'm here. I took care of it. It's fine."

I pulled back from him and stared into his blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I-" before I could get another syllable out, he silenced me with his warm lips.

"Don't worry about it. It's over. Now, go on to my room and wait for me. I'll tell McGonagall you're okay and I'll let Annabelle know not to expect you tonight."

I blushed, knowing exactly what he had in mind, and not minding at all. He was, after all, my boyfriend and the man I loved, the man I was supposed to be with. "Okay," I whispered, slowly walking away from him.

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The train ride went was uneventful. All my friends had been told I wasn't feeling well, so I was given a compartment all to myself and was not to be bothered. But certain friends of mine knew the truth. I spent the ride with Ron, trying to get as much of him as I could before we parted for two weeks until Christmas. We were rudely disturbed, however, when Harry and Hermione barged in to talk plans with Ron. They were disappointed that we'd already made plans, but I invited them over for Christmas dinner, and they brightened up. Mum and Denise loved to entertain large groups, so I didn't think two more mouths would be a big deal.

Then the ride was over, seemingly sooner than it began, and I found my self kissing Ron for what would be the last time for two weeks. Mum met me at the station and we apparated home to see Da, Denise, and little Sara.

Two weeks went by faster than I expected, and I never got to tell my family about Ron. I tried, believe me I tried, but something always came up. The phone would ring, doorbell would sound, or something of the sort wouldto keep me from telling.

Finally, it was Christmas Eve, the day Ron was coming, and I had to tell my family.

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"Mum! Da! Denise! Can you please come here!" I called from the sitting room.

"What do you need sweetie?" Mum asked.

"I've got something to tell you. Something I've been trying to tell you for two weeks."

"What is it honey?" my Da asked.

"You guys need to sit down for this." After receiving apprehensive looks, my parents finally obliged, and I tried to pick out how I wanted to say what it was I had called them for. I decided just to come right out and say it.

"I'm in love."

"Really? Oh darling that's wonderful!" Denise piped up.

"Who is he?" my mum inquired.

I hesitated before answered, and it's a good thing I did. Right as I was about to open my mouth, the flames in the fireplace turned bright green and Ron came tumbling out. Once the soot was brushed off of his shirt, he stood next to me, kissed my cheek, and gave a small wave to my family.

"My Charms professor," I said softly. I could tell Da was furious. He was just about to stand up when the flames changed again and the rest of the Weasley clan strode into my sitting room. "And this is his family. They're spending Christmas with us," I said shakily, staring at the mass of redheads, their spouses, and their children filling the room.

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