A/N: I would like to thank my loyal reviews, muentiger and im-the-doctor, for review yesterday's chapter. You guys get virtual hugs; I hope you are virtually happy :). So this chapter is a little more fluffy and sweet than the others. And I'd also like to apologize ahead if it's mostly boring because I was busy doing laundry and I'm a little brain dead. So enjoy and review!


We finally made it to Hogsmeade and already I was having a great time. The snow covered the ground, making everything sparkle. It looked like a winter wonderland; I liked it a lot. Rosaline and I immediately went to Honeydukes.

Rosaline's eyes went wide when she saw all the candy there was. Let's just say she has a major sweet tooth.

"I think I died I went to heaven," she said.

I laughed and nodded my head in agreement.

Rosaline then quickly grabbed a bag and filled it with Chocolate Wands, Sugared Butterfly Wings and Salt Water Taffy. I grabbed a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and few Liquorice Wands. We paid for our candy and then went to another store. Rosaline wanted to go the Three Broomsticks Inn.

It was quite warm and cozy. It was a bit smoky and definitely crowded. We finally found a place to sit. I peeled off my coat as Rosaline pulled off her hat. She shook her a few snowflakes off of her blue hair and then brushed off her hat.

Suddenly Hermione came over and sat with us.

"Hey," she said as she pulled off her scarf.

"Hi," Rosaline said.

I nodded my head, since I was too busy chewing on a Liquorice Wand.

"I see you guys went to Honeydukes," Hermione giggled as she saw Rosaline's big bag of candy. We both nodded and laughed.

Suddenly I saw Hermione's face turn serious. I turned to where she was looking; Cedric Diggory and his group of friends had come in. Rosaline awkwardly looked down at her hands. I glared as Cedric passed by our table. I noticed he had a busted lip that was still healing. I smirked at the memory of causing that injury. It served the asshole right.

"Shouldn't you at least apologize for busting his lip?" Hermione asked.

"Hell no," I said, "Once he stops being an ass, dumps Cho, and apologizes to Rosaline, then maybe I'll apologize to him."

Hermione shrugged and drank her butterbeer. Rosaline was still looking at her hands. She was quiet the entire we talked.

"Rosaline," I said.

She looked up as if she was zoned out the whole time.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "I'm fine."

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

She sighed and nodded. We got up and left.

"Hey I'm going to go to Tomes and Scrolls," Rosaline said.

"Alright," I nodded and then she walked off.

I walked around, seeing what else there was at Hogsmeade. I found a store called Zonko's Joke Shop. A curious grin appeared on my face and I gladly went inside. Once I entered, I saw shelves filled jokes and tricks that blew me away. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I giggled a little at my excitement.

I roamed the shelves, looking to see what would create the best prank of all the ones I pulled. But I didn't know where to start.

"Looking for something specific?" I heard someone ask.

I turned around and saw the Weasley twins.

"Just looking for something to prank with," I shrugged, "Do you guys have suggestions?"

"Well," Fred started.

"If you want to really stink things up-" George said.

"I'd suggest using Dungbombs," Fred finished the sentence.

"It's a bomb that gives off a putrid odor," George chuckled.

"Quite foul," Fred said while handing me the box.

"Interesting," I muttered.

"Or Frog Spawn Soap," George suggested.

"It's a soap that has frog eggs in it," Fred explained.

"Nice," I laughed.

Fred and George showed me several other jokes to use. It was kind of obvious they came here all the time.

"Thanks for the advice guys," I said, leaving the shop with them and my bag filled with pranks.

"Anytime Aaralyn," Fred said.

"We love helping out our fellow pranksters," George added.

"Well I'll see you around," I said as I walked away.

I then walked off to Tomes and Scrolls to find Rosaline. We met up in the bookshop and then we went back for Hogwarts.

Rosaline's POV

I was going to meet Aaralyn at her usual spot by the Black Lake. She wanted to tell me something 'important.' The last time she wanted to tell me something important was when she wanted to borrow $20 for the latest Star Wars video game. Good Lord she could be a complete nerd sometimes; and I don't mean the book nerd. I was almost near the lake when George stopped me in my path.

"Hey Rosaline," he said.

"Hey George," I smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Technically you already did," I said smartly, "But go ahead anyway."

"Uh, well," George paused, "It's about Aaralyn."

I noticed the slightest color of pink bloomed on his cheeks.

"Yes?" I asked for him to continue.

"Um..is she...well," he was lost for words.

"Spit it out," I ordered impatiently.

"Is she going to the ball?" George asked.

"Yeah, why do you-" I then stopped, realizing what he wanted. I smiled excitedly and giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"You're going to ask her to the ball," I gasped.

George looked down at his feet and blushed. Oh this was just too cute.

"Maybe," he muttered.

I awed, which made him more embarrassed.

"Shut up," he said.

"I never knew you liked Aaralyn," I said.

"Well," George paused, "I didn't know either. I mean, I thought she was funny and devious. But then I actually got to know her. I noticed that she's also smart, independent, caring and very mischievous. I like that about her."

George was smiling so brightly as he talked about Aaralyn. I couldn't help but smile myself. It was true what he was saying about her, but the way he made it sound was adorable. It made her sound like a whole other person; she sounded, almost perfect.

"Well if you're going to ask her to the ball," I said, "Then go ask her. She's at the lake right now."

"Really?" George asked, "Thanks."

He quickly rushed off. I couldn't even imagine Aaralyn's face when he was going to ask her. Hopefully she would say yes. I knew that she didn't want to go with Malfoy; and George was really sweet. So, why not say yes?

Aaralyn's POV

It was cold out; the thinnest layer of frost covered the grass. The lake was still, but not frozen. The bitter winter air nipped at my ears and nose. It was almost too cold for me to handle. I was getting irritated; Rosaline still wasn't here. I kept looking around me, trying to see if she was coming or not. I tried to ignore my impatience and continued to draw. My latest vision was quite odd. It was me in a dress, which isn't the only odd part, and some guy. But I couldn't see who he was; his whole figure was blacked out. He was nothing but a shadow. It bugged me that I didn't know who he was. Suddenly my thoughts and curiosity was interrupted by the presence of another person.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I heard someone ask. I looked up and saw George Weasley looking down at where I was sitting.

"Not at all," I smiled.

He then sat down next to me.

"Isn't it a little cold to be sitting out here?" George asked.

"I like it out here," I shrugged, "And the cold doesn't bother me as much."

George chuckled at my strangeness.

"So what brings you out here?" I asked.

"Well I came for some advice," George said.

"Oh," I said, "And for what, may I ask?"

"There's this girl-" George started.

"Whoa, whoa," I interrupted, "I should warn you, I'm not good at girl advice. Even though I am a girl, I'm not one for romance stuff."

"Just let me finish," George sighed.

"Alright, go ahead," I said.

"There's this girl that I like," George restarted, "She's funny, devious and quite the prankster; which I absolutely love in a girl. But whenever I have the chance to ask her to the ball, I chicken out. I keep thinking that she'll not only turn me down, but also insult me terribly. She did humiliate this one boy when he asked her to the ball. But then again, he was being an ass about it."

"Well," I thought for a moment, "I'm brutally honest, so I usually like it when a guy just comes out and asks me. And also doesn't act like a douche bag when he asks. I don't like something over the top, I find it ridiculous. So just tell her how you feel and ask her to the ball. The chances are great that she will say yes."

"You think so?" George asked.

"Absolutely," I said.

"Thanks," he smiled. He then got up and left.

It felt nice to give people advice. Whoever George has got a crush on is really lucky. George had his rough edges but he was a real sweetheart. He knew how to cheer people up. Sometimes his smile by itself could brighten your day. Come to think of it, I was sort of jealous of this girl he liked.

"So did George ask you?" Rosaline asked me.

"Ask me what?" I asked.

"You mean he hasn't asked you yet?" Rosaline seemed frustrated.

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.

Rosaline slammed her book shut and stood up.

"Excuse me one moment," she said.

She then stormed out of the library. What the hell was that all about? I tried ignoring it, and continued reading. But it just stayed glued in the back of my head. Rosaline soon returned, with George being dragged behind her. She forcefully sat him down and then she left again.

"What is she so mad about?" I asked.

"Uh...I...don't know," George said.

"It doesn't sound like you don't," I said curiously.

"Well," George paused, "I actually do know."
"Really?" I asked, "So what's going on?"

"She's mad at me," George said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I was supposed to do something and never did," he sighed.

"You better do it then," I said, "Rosaline's really good at holding grudges against each other."

George nodded.

"Aaralyn," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Will you go to the ball with me?" he asked.

My eyes went wide. I was completely shocked. Then it all hit me, like a huge punch in the face. The girl he liked was a prankster, devious and insulted the last guy that asked her to the ball. I have been known for all of those things, and I did tell off Malfoy when he asked...well more like demanded that I'd go to the ball with him. This whole time, George Weasley had a crush on me.

"I think I should explain first," George said, "Aaralyn I think you're funny, smart, pretty, devious and one of the only pranksters that are as mischievous as me and Fred. I've never met a girl like you. You're so much different then anyone I know. I like you."

I couldn't help but blush. I fiddled with my fingers as I tried to contain my excitement. It's been a long time since someone has said something like that to me.

"So will you go to the ball with me?" he asked.

"Yes," I smiled.

"Really?" George was shocked.

"Did you think I was going to say no?" I asked.

"Well," George paused, "Yeah."

"Well I didn't," I shrugged.

"Yeah you didn't," George smiled.

I smiled back.

"See you later," George said.

He then walked off and then Rosaline came running in.

"So did he finally ask you?" she asked.

I nodded and grinned from ear to ear. Rosaline squealed and laughed.

"Thank God," she said. "I thought I would have to kick his ass."

I laughed and shook my head at her.

"You're so odd," I sighed.

"I know," Rosaline smiled, "Come on, we'll have to go dress shopping pretty soon."

"Gross," I muttered.

Rosaline had pulled so many dresses off the racks. I was starting to get a headache from all of the ruffles and sparkles and frilly fabrics. Rosaline would come out of the dressing room every 5 minutes, wearing a different dress. This time when she came out, she was wearing a poofy lime green dress. I almost gagged at how disgusting it was. I immediately shook my head no and she went back to the dressing room. Then it was a frilly blue dress, then a bright red dress, a super short hot pink dress. Finally I stopped her in her tracks.

"All of the dresses you've picked out are ridiculous," I said.

Rosaline sighed and nodded.

"I'm not good at this," she said.

"Obviously," I muttered sarcastically.

I looked through the rest of the dresses she picked out. Most of them were either too colorful, too loose, too frilly, too irritatingly bright or had too much sparkle.

"Good Lord," I mumbled.

But finally I found it; it was not too decorated and not too simple. It was a one-strap silky dress with two sparkly black strips of fabric that wrapped around the torso. I handed it to Rosaline for her to try on. She looked at the dress curiously but went into the dressing room anyway. I waited for a moment, and then Rosaline opened the dressing room door. I gasped, it was the perfect dress for her.

"So I'm guessing it looks good," Rosaline said.

"No shit," I giggled. "You're getting it."

"Great!" Rosaline squealed, "Now it's your turn."

My excitement transformed into misery. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Rosaline handed me at least 10 dresses to try on. It felt like I died I went to hell. And the dresses kept coming. I came out of the dressing room wearing a puffy sleeved white dress.

"What do you think?" Rosaline asked.

"I look like a puffy white bird," I said.

I rolled my eyes and then tried on another dress. This time it was shaped like a tutu and it was neon blue.

"What about that one?" Rosaline asked.

"Does the term 'cruel and unusual punishment' mean anything to you?" I asked frustrated.

"It's not that bad," Rosaline said.

"Not that bad?" I repeated, "I look like a freakin' ballerina!"

Rosaline just shrugged. She really wasn't good at this. I looked through the rest of the dresses that she had picked out for me. I hated all of them.

"How about I pick out the dresses from now on," I suggested.

Rosaline nodded in agreement. I started to search the rest of the store. Rosaline would pull out a dress every now and then to suggest, but all of them were definitely not for me. But I couldn't find anything either. Maybe I should give up.

"Aaralyn," Rosaline said.

"What?" I asked.

I turned to see she was holding yet another dress. I was about to complain, but she stopped me.

"Trust me on this one," she said, "Just try it on."

"Fine," I groaned.

I snatched the dress from her hands and went to the dressing room. I didn't want to have to wear another ridiculous dress. I zipped it on, without looking at myself in the mirror. I walked out of the dressing room and Rosaline went wide-eyed. She gasped and then smiled.

"What?" I asked.

She took my hand and dragged me to the mirror. Then I went wide-eyed. I looked...surprisingly good. It was a long, red, strapless dress that flowed elegantly down to the floor. I'd never thought I'd see the day wear I thought I looked good in a dress. Rosaline saw my reaction and smirked.

"I knew you'd like it," she said.

"Shut up," I muttered as I started to blush.