Hey guys, I had this chapter done a few days ago but I needed to proof read it. A lot of bad things has happened in the past few days, and I haven't been home to update. Sorry for the wait, and as always thank you to my number one reader emmawatsonfan1 for her continued support.

I could have killed Ellen. It was so like her, I should have given some extra time and told the boys to meet us at the pub a little later. Ellen texted me saying she'd be over at nine instead of eight – I could have had time to organise an owl to be sent to the twins as I did not have one, or even go see them and let them know to come later. But she texted me just before eight.

Ellen was the kind of girl that expected the world to wait on her hand and foot. When we both lived in Doncaster, the public transport was definitely not as sophisticated as it is in London. There's obviously no tube, and the bus schedule is quite slow. Whenever we'd need to catch public transport she'd always text me at the last minute saying she was going to be late, and when I got angry she'd tell me to chill and everything would be okay. It usually wasn't, we'd miss the public transport and be stranded for hours, and usually we would have to cancel our existing plans if we hadn't left our origin yet.

Even in adulthood this trend was continuing. I'd ask her to be over a certain time, and she'd say she would be, but then would text me saying she'd be over anytime during a large time frame, sending the text when she was already meant to be at my apartment. I found it really rude, she always insisted on staying at my place every time we went out, so she'd have to stop by mine before we headed in order for her to leave her belongings in my apartment. If she wasn't staying here I could just meet her out and she could take the time in getting to our destination. Next time it happens I think I'll just tell her to make her own way into the city.

At least it gave me more time to study, however. I used the levitating charm to levitate my book to read, as I was getting ready.

I wasn't one of those girls that take a long time to get ready, but at the same time I did take a considerable amount of time and couldn't make fun of girls that take a while to get ready. Magic had cut this time in half though, the hot air charm dried my hair in thirty seconds, and magic cosmetics were a lot easier to apply than muggle cosmetics.

Tonight I finally got to wear my black halter dress. I had always wanted a black halter dress and because of that I was picky with how it had to look. So I went to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions to get one custom made. I decided to go with a wizarding store rather than a muggle store as it was the same price either way, and the wizarding store offered inbuilt charms such as anti-stain and anti-rip. It was a very sexy dress, hugging curves in the right places and being quite low cut.

I had gotten it custom made months ago, and I was going to wear it on the Saturday after I got it back. However two days later I met Percy Weasley, and we made dinner plans that Saturday. Then after I started dating Percy I stopped going out. This is the first time I will have gone out clubbing since I met Percy.

I decided to straighten my hair. It was the look I always wore, but it was so simple. Whenever I curl my hair it's a big hit or miss, and I always end up regretting it anyway. Straight hair suits me.

I decided to wear black ankle strap heels, diamond stud earrings I received from one of my Death Eater cousins when I was eleven when he was trying to move away from Voldemort but failed, a silver Tiffany's necklace from one of my exes and some sterling silver bracelets.

Unlike a lot of people, I could keep jewellery from my past. Other things I got rid of, such as photos and other sentimental items. I ask people not to get me jewellery as I barely wear it, even when I go out. I was only going all out tonight, as this was the first time wearing a dress I had been wanting for years. If exes or family members bought me jewellery they obviously didn't know me very well, so I didn't consider it sentimental enough to be something I had to get rid of.

My make-up probably took the longest. I went all out. Firstly I got my skin ready by applying the Ten Second Pimple Vanisher. Then I washed and toned my skin and applied a facemask and washed it off ten minutes later. The next step was to put on some primer. Then I applied concealer, foundation, blush, and a hint of bronzer, very sexy smoky eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara.

I stepped back and looked into the mirror at my masterpiece. I admit that I looked damn good. I was glad that Fred, George and their friend Lee was coming, because guys tend to stay away from larger groups, especially with other males present. If it were just Ellen and I we would be rejecting guys left, right and centre.

I hate saying that, I really do. I sound very conceited. But I knew I was good looking, at least right now. If I had just woken up and had no make up on, that would be another story. Low self-esteem does not just affect how you feel about your appearance.

I then congratulated myself on a job well down by setting my textbook down, and headed out to my lounge room to put on a DVD and have a few glasses of wine whilst I wait for Ellen.

Ellen finally got to my house, at five past nine. She came in and dumped her things, and stared at me expectantly. I just turned around, turned off the lights and headed out the door.

"Wait!" Ellen called, standing in the same position giving me a pouty look "Weren't we going to do pre drinks first?"

"We were," I stated, giving out a sigh "But then you called to say you would be late. We were meant to be meeting the guys seven minutes ago, and we still have yet to leave."

"Oh." Ellen replied, looking dejected.

I let out an annoyed growl, and I went to the kitchen and turned the lights on. Ellen gave me a look to show she was scared and uncomfortable, as I had never been completely angry with her before. I was at wits end with her however, I was scared the boys would get bored and leave.

I grabbed two water bottles that were in my recycling bin, rinsed them out, and poured in vodka. I grabbed some lemonade from my fridge, and topped the bottles up with vodka. It was hard not to use magic to make the process quicker, but I called out 'catch' to Ellen before throwing her bottle at her.

I turned the lights off, and headed out the door quickly.

No words were spoken to us as we got into the elevator and out the door of the apartment; it was when we were sipping our water bottles full of vodka that she finally spoke up.

"Sorry for being late. I had issues getting here with my mum, and stuff." Ellen quietly replied, and I could see she felt bad. I started feeling a little bad for blowing up at her, and just turned to smile at her.

"It's okay. It's just that we were meant to meet the boys at nine, and I um, um, haven't been able to contact them to tell them." I replied, not being able to think up an excuse as to why in this modern day and age three twenty one year old boys would not have a mobile phone. I could get away with one not having one, maybe two at the most. But not all three.

"Why not?" Ellen curiously asked, and I knew I had to think of an excuse now.

"Okay, so Fred and George the twins run a business. They have expensive phones for doing so, and don't want to damage them by taking them out. Lee is their friend, who I haven't met so I don't have his number." I stammered out, and Ellen just nodded to what I was saying.

Phew, off the hook. The simplest lies are the most believable, and the easiest to follow through with.

Now that Ellen knew I wasn't annoyed at her, she felt it was safe to talk to me without me getting annoyed. So I was hearing her spout about the latest in her life, with me giving replies every now and again.

We got to the pub in record time; even with Ellen whining that her heels were making her feet hurt walking at a fast pace. I only rolled my eyes at this. The amount of heels I had worn in my life was something I could count to on one hand and I was walking at a fast pace completely fine. She was just being a drama queen.

When we got to the pub, I went to open the door but Ellen grabbed me and held me back. I shot her a weird look, and she spoke.

"Let's just…wait for a while, shall we?" She asked me.

"Why?" I asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

This was also something she did often. When she didn't know how to approach a situation or she was nervous, she'd grab me and remove us from the situation. If she told me that she was nervous or didn't know what to do it would be completely fine. Instead she tried to look brave and um, cute? She'd say we should 'wait' or 'slow down' or whatever. When I'd ask her to please elaborate, she'd go silent or change the topic. I wasn't going to let her do it this time, not when the twins and their friend were waiting.

"We should be fashionably late, if this is a date after all." She meekly replied.

"You're the only one on the date with George. I'm going to chill with Fred and Lee. You can be fashionably late all you want, but we're already over half an hour late. You can stay out here, I'll let them know you're on your way." I stated, and made my way into the pub.