Why did nobody review for the last chappie? Was it that bad? I liked it, and enjoyed writing it. If you liked it shout "MASQUERADE!!"

Dedicated to my school's librarians, because they rock. Yay Mrs. Giessuebel! (claps hands)
Disclaimer- I own nothing...WAAAAHH!!
"Costume Day!
Fancy costumes on parade,
Costume Day!
Hide that pudge
so the world will never
find it!" sang several members of the chorus, making a parady of Masquerade. It was the day that Christine dreaded the most.

"What is wrong?" asked Luna, holding up the finished product of Meg's last costume. "It's just a costume parade."

"I've never worn anything like that nightgown in public before..." said Christine, gathering up said nightgown and a few other costumes. Everyone was dashing about grabbing their costumes, going to their assigned screens to change behind. Christine looked at the slip in her hand. "Screen 1..."

"All of the mains are single digits." said Luna, holding up her own slip of paper that said "24". Christine smiled nervously, and made her way to her screen. She stepped behind it and was relieved to see that it was in such a way that nobody could see behind it. She set her costumes down, and quickly picked up her first, a ballerina's tutu with a slave girl's top.

"Begin! We shall first see the ballerinas's first costume, which also includes Christine!" shouted Madame Beacon, her voice inhanced. Christine whipped off her school robes and slipped into the buttery satin and itchy gauze. She struggled to get into the pinchy ballet shoes. She managed to tie the last knot as Madame Beacon demanded to see all of the costumes.

She and the rest of the ballerinas stepped out from behind the screens. The five costume people dashed about, notebooks rasied and scribbling notes. As Madame Beacon shouted out corrections.

"Dancer 15 needs a smaller tutu size! Dancer 9, different shoes! Christine, inch longer on the skirt!" A costume-er slid out a measuring tape and jotted down the new meaurement.

"Piangi and Carlotta's Hannibal costumes!" shouted Madame Beacon. Christine disappeared behind her screen and picked up her Think of Me dress, a lovely white shimmering affair. She could hear Madame Beacon shouting for the Managers and Raoul. Suddenly, she realized that she couldn't get the zipper.

"Christine! Next costume!" shouted Madame Beacon. Christine began to panic.

"One-one minute!" she called back, fumbling for the zipper. "This zipper-!" A costumer, a girl from Ravenclaw called Susan, jumped behind her screen with her. She zipped it up with no problem.

"Problem solved!" she shouted dashing back out. Christine took a deep breath and stepped out. She looked up at Madame who nodded with a slight smile.

"Draco! Phantom costume!" shouted Madame, waving her hand dismissing Christine. She slipped behind her screen before she could see Draco dressed as the Phantom. Seconds later, she heard all of the girls gasp with admiration. Nervously, she picked up the next costume. The nightgown. She easily slipped out of her ball-gown. She held up her nightgown, and eyed it with an appraising eye. Now that she really looked, it seemed almost champane colored, and see-though-ish. There was waaaaaaaaaay too much lace for her taste, but this was not her. This was the sopnano Christine Deea...

"Christine!" shouted Madame Beacon. Christine flinched. "I don't him to see me in this!" she thought desperately, thinking of both Draco and Harry at the same time.

"Christine!!" bellowed Madame Beacon. "Is there a problem?!"

"No!" she called, slipping it over her head reluctantly. It instantly clung to her figure, outlining her delicate curves. The V-neck went down a bit lower than she remembered. "Do I dare...?" she whispered. Susan poked her head around the screen frame.

"Is there...Wow...Christine..." Her eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open just a touch. She stared.

"That's it, I'm taking it off." said Christine, flustered and embarrassed. She went to take it off, but Susan grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from behind the screen. Everyone gasped. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"Mmm...you didn't tell me how well it fit, Christine." said Madame Beacon. Christine avoided her eyes. "Hmmm...maybe a bit more lace around the neck..." muttered Madame, eyeing her. Suddenly, a hand enveloped hers. Her eyes flashed up and met gorgeous grey ones.

"Christine...you look like an angel..." said Draco, looking transformed himself. His hair was slicked back, and the tips brushed his shoulders. (He'd been letting it grow out, apparently.) He looked paler than normal, as he was dressed magnificently in black. And his mask...it outlined the right side of his face most mysteriously...hinting at the features beneath... He suddenly leaned in close. Her heart began to thud most painfully.

"We shall dance once more, my Angel." he whispered, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from hers. He backed away, leaving a promise of much more to come. He walked over to his screen and leaned against it. His eyes were still on her...

She scurried to her screen as Madame Beacon called for the Il Muto costumes. She hurridly got out of the lacey confection and into the page-boy costume. But as she did...she felt a bit of disappointment that Harry didn't say anything about it...

A Few Hours Later...At Dinner...
"Today was so successful!" said Luna, sighing dreamily as she ladled soup into her bowl. "Christine, you looked so beautiful in that nightgown."

"Thank you. Draco seemed to like it..." Christine said, taking a roll and biting into it moodily. Her eyes scanned the Great Hall, occansionally meeting another's roving eyes. Luna looked at her, concerned.

"Are you alright? You've been awfully quiet..."

"It's nothing." said Christine. She sighed, picking at her steak. Why didn't Harry say anything...? He knew how much it would mean to her. A hand decended upon her shoulder. Luan gasped.

"Hey, Christine." said Harry, sitting next to her. "How are you?"

"Fine..." she said, staring into his gorgeous emerald green eyes. There weren't many people with true green eyes...

"Umm...I wanted to tell you that...well, you looked really fantastic today." He said, blushing slightly. She smiled.

"Thank you Harry." Then she heard the slight jingle of her braclet. She held it up, showing Harry that it was on her wrist. "I love this, Harry. How on Earth did you get it?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets." said Harry, laughing. "Say, a Hogsmeade visit is coming up soon. Um...do you want to come with me? That is, if we don't have rehearsal. I know that it's a little early, but-"

"Sure Harry. I'd like that." He looked up and looked into her big brown eyes. Did she really just say yes? She smiled at him, a glow seeming to emerge from her skin. What was this feeling in his heart that made his head spin and his knees weak? What was this feeling that made everything fluffy and pretty?

"Really? Okay, cool. Um, I'll see you at rehearsal tomorrow." he said, getting up and waving as he walked back to the Gryffindor table. Luan, Jillian and Hannah all looked at her.

"What?' she asked.

"You just said "yes" to Harry's invite to Hogsmeade...?" asked Hananh, her eyes wide with shock. "But I thought...!"

"You thought wrong." said Christine, getting up. She walked out, tired. She wanted to get to her common room. She climbed the first staircase, yawning. Suddenly, something black dropped in front of her. She gave a small scream, only to catch her breath again. It was only Draco. "Yes, Draco?"

He gave her a rose, and she noticed that he was still wearing his mask. "I hope that you will do me the honor of letting me escort you to Hogsmeade when it comes." He said, taking her hand.

"Well, I-" He silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. It was one of those kisses that you can feel all the way down to your toes. She felt her heart flutter like a bird in her breast. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss. The rose dropped from her nerveless finger-tips. She breathed his breath and it wasn't unpleasent at all...Suddenly, it was over. He drew away, his sexy, mysterious smile filling her eyes and her world. Her breath caught in her throat.

"I shall see you very soon, Angel." he said, twirling his cloak around himself and vanishing. He left her trembling upon the stairs, all sleep knocked away by the passion and heat of that kiss. Her knees gave away beneath her and she sat down the stone steps. Luna found her there fifteen minutes later...

Well...the plot thickens does it not?