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So because cullen freak8888 has voted 5 times ! yes 5 times! I'm gonna let her have another vote which I guess you're gonna give to Edward, but tell me if you're not! So let this be a lesson vote loads get rewards! Also thanks to Hp-speed-reader

VOTES ARE: EDWARD: 5! Harry: 5! Fred:7!

I sat at the dining table my head in my hands trying to compress the guilty feeling that was slowly building up in me. I hadn't spoken to anyone since last night. Everyone knew I hadn't slept and I knew they were blaming themselves. Finally Ginny moved up the bench until she faced me.

"Bella, your right we weren't being fair. I apologize, not because I feel sorry for you, but because I was being stupid and so were the others," Ginny said and at this point the others had joined us and they were agreeing.

"Guys, it's not your fault. I just get defensive when this topic comes up. Hey, let's just forget it," I said hoping they would understand.

"Good, because today is Hogsmeads and I totally can't wait to see you in a dress!" Ginny squealed jumping up and down. I groaned slamming my head on the table with a little force.

I looked around my eyes wide. We had gone into several stores here each more brilliant then the next, but Ginny knew that I was just avoiding the dresses. Finally she managed to pull me into a large store with dresses filling every corner and inch of the room.

The carpets and curtains were even made of dress. Ginny pulled me through a constant parade of dresses, each one becoming more frilly and Ginny becoming even more frustrated. She had managed to find a nice pink dress for Hermione (A/N the one in the film) and now she was enjoying the sight of me in a puffy green dress that made me look like an idiot.

While I pulled it off glad for the jeans and shirt underneath Ginny had pulled me into the far corner of the store. There was a smallish white box tied with a red ribbon on a chair. It was the least crowded bit of the store.

"Put it on!" Ginny squealed.

"But you don't even know what it is?" I complained confused.

"But I'm getting a really good vibe from it. Now go!" Ginny said and pushed me into the dressing room with about fifty mirrors in it.

"For all you know, this could be some really dirty dress, like for a prostitute or something," I continued to put it on anyway. I closed my eyes not wanting to see the monstrosity. The fabric felt nice against my skin and the dress came up higher than my knees. I exhaled deeply before walking out of the fabric curtain.

I heard several gasped and imagined a horrible gown with loads of way too frilly fabrics. I opened my eyes to see several of the staff joined around the changing rooms too watching me with astonishment washed upon their faces.

"How bad is it?" I groaned turning away, but Ginny stopped me and made me look in the mirror.

"Of course there would have to be make-up and hair to be done, but the dress is perfect!" she said and I glanced at myself and gasped (A/N not gonna bother describing dress go on my profile if you want to see or leave it up to imagination or whatever). The dress fit me perfectly and gave me curves.

"I didn't think I would ever say this, but thank-you for showing me this," I said laughing. But even so I was glad when we had all got out of that store with our dresses. To my disappointment we had spent such a long time at the dress shop we had to go back to Hogwarts immediately. And to my horror the Yule Ball was tomorrow! I could hear Hermione excitedly talking about Krum taking her to the ball and Ginny would blush every time we mentioned Neville's name, "He's just so kind-hearted," she says when we ask. I still hadn't told them about Cedric and I certainly wasn't ready for any sort of dancing.

Hermione and I had spent most of the night imagining the worst case scenarios of us tripping and ruining everything and then laughing about it.

I managed to fall asleep tonight, but the idea of dancing still kept haunting me. I would have stayed up all night gossiping, but Ginny was strict on us not getting eye bags. Beauty sleep is the most important policy she kept saying to us. And for once I thought it might be a good idea too.

Sorry this chapter was rushed so might not be so good, but next chapter is Yule Ball and I have it all planned out so that one should be better.