A/N: Nothing to say except would more people please review it now that there are more chapters??? It annoys me a little because I spent a lot of my valuable time writing more of my story so I could satisfy my readers. Whatever. L

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Chapter 4: Goodbye For Now

Guenevere stood in shock for a few moments. She thought she heard someone saying her name. She then realized someone was saying her name. She jumped.

Hermione was staring at her, confused. "Why did you let him just walk away like that? Don't you want more answers?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Because I don't think I needed to ask anything else."

"Why did you sing that song? Did you even think the connotations it might have? The next lines were…"

"I know the next lines, Hermione. It was the first one that came into my head."

Hermione tsked. "He didn't even tell you how he learned your name. I mean, he never left his spot. I didn't see him leave, did you?" She turned to Ginny, Harry, and Ron, who hadn't said anything in several minutes.

Harry yawned, "No, but it's not like we were watching everything he was doing. Besides, he could've asked about her earlier."

"Well, if he had, why did he even want to know about her? Why ask about her? Why not any of us?"

Guenevere rolled her eyes. "'Mione, he probably did know about us. He just talked to me because someone told him I could sing."

Hermione scoffed. "If you ask me, he was doing a lot more than inviting you to sing with him."

Ginny giggled. "Lucky you, Gwen."

Gwen blushed but still couldn't help feeling uneasy at the whole episode

Hermione wasn't satisfied. "I still think there's something strange going on around here. When you go to him later, I'd ask him how he knew so much."

Ron laughed. "Hermione, you worry too much. C'mon. It's Halloween! It's a chance for us all to relax."

Harry, who could see Hermione wasn't going to calm down anytime soon, sighed.  "Look, do you want to dance?" He asked as the music started softly in the background.

She looked surprised, then upset over losing her place in the conversation, then happy over this opportunity. "Alright…" She smiled and he led her away.

Ginny had an eyebrow raised. "Mm-hm…there is something going on between those too."

Ron shook his head. "Come off it Ginny!"

Guenevere frowned. "Actually, I think Ginny's right. I noticed that on the train too…all this year, actually."

Ron rolled his eyes and stepped away. "If you don't mind, I'm going to find somewhere to get away from talking about hooking up my best friends." He walked away, shaking his head. The girls laughed and changed the subject as well.

The girls were in the middle of a conversation when Gwen realized that half and hour had already passed, and it was time for her to go to Demitrius.   She hastily said good-bye and walked nervously towards the band, wiping her clammy hands on her gown. She passed couples dancing, teachers dancing, and lone people scooping out available partners. Some stared as she walked by, others simply ignored her. She passed Professor Dumbledore waltzing with Professor McGonagall.

"All I'm saying, Minerva, is it's really worth giving a try."

"I really don't think so, Albus. The sugar count in those candies is just too much for me to handle."

"Oh nonsense, you just don't want to eat them."

Gwen giggled slightly as she continued towards the band.  Demitrius was waiting patiently for her by the drummer, who was currently playing a very soft beat. *As if he knew I was coming over.*  She shook the thought from her mind as she realized he had noticed her.  He turned and said something to the drummer, who looked briefly up at her, smiled, and replied. Demitrius laughed and grinned in her direction. She wondered briefly what they said, but forgot the question as she reached the edge of their corner.

"Hello Guenevere. Good to see you again. This is Aflac Sanders…you would know him better as Justin, the drummer."

The blonde man said a quick: "Yo, wuzzup?" Then returned to his music.

"You're---American." Guenevere said quickly.

"Yeah, so?" He quipped.

"Well, you're the only other American I've met here."

He laughed, "New York City, and you?"

"Philadelphia."

"Nice place. Been there a few times myself along with my pal D here. Yeah, it's all good. Have you ever been to--" Demitrius cleared his throat and Aflac shut up. "Yeah, um…sorry. Better keep concentratin'."

Demitrius sighed and shook his head. "Are you ready, Gwen?"

She was trembling slightly. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He smiled. "Well then, I'll tell them to wrap it up. What song do you want to sing?"

Guenevere tried to stop visibly shaking. "Are we singing from Phantom?"

He nodded. "Yes. I was thinking one of the duet songs…there are about three, not including the in-between-not well known stuff."

"I know. Um…which ones were you planning?"

"Well, there's the theme song, there's Past the Point of No Return, which you know very well." She blushed, remembering Hermione scolding her. "And there's All I Ask of You."

"Well, I can't hit the high notes at the end of the theme song, and I don't really think Past the Point of No Return would be appropriate. I think All I Ask of You would be the best one then."

"Very good. I agree. Shall we begin?" He clapped his hands and the band found a good stopping point.

She was definitely sweating now. Those who stopped dancing and looked in their direction looked confused at her being there. Even Dumbledore seemed a little surprised.  She didn't like the way he regarded Demitrius…as if he didn't trust him at all.

Demitrius didn't even seem to notice. He cleared his throat and magically magnified his voice. Guenevere couldn't help thinking about how good he had sounded in the background while she was talking with Ginny. *Oh God, my voice is never going to be as good as his!! 

"I would like to announce a special number, in which a student of your school will join me in a song. If you haven't already noticed, I am dressed as the Phantom of the Opera this evening. Appropriately enough, my guest is dressed as Christine. So, without further ado, I would like to introduce your fellow pupil: Miss Guenevere Donahue."

There was much clapping from the Gryffindors, and somewhat less clapping from Slytherin.

She stepped nervously towards him and he magnified her voice quickly. He nodded for her to introduce the song. She cleared her throat and spoke in her normal-harp-gig voice. "Hello everyone. You all look great tonight. We will be singing: All I Ask Of You." She nodded and stood back. 

They looked at one another and again his eyes seemed to burn into hers.  They glanced back and he nodded to the band to begin. He immediately launched into the song, as it was written, and Guenevere suddenly felt as if she wasn't at Hogwarts anymore. She was on a large, beautiful stage on Broadway, preparing to sing her duet as Christine Daaé. She smiled and waited for her cue.

No more talk of darkness…

Forget these wide-eyed fears,

I'm here.

Nothing can harm you.

My words will warm and calm you.

He sang softly and slowly, every ounce of her ringing from the sweet tones of his voice.

Let me be your freedom,

Let daylight dry your tears,

I'm here,

With you, beside you,

To guard you and to guide you.

She heard her voice, but didn't think it was hers.  *It's so pretty!*

All I ask is every waking moment,

Turn my head with talk of summertime.

Say you need me with you now and always;

Promise me that all you say is true,

That's all I ask of you.

She was happy with her own voice and waited for him to come to her next part.

Let me be your shelter,

Let me be your light;

You're safe.

No one will find you,

Your fears are far behind you.

All I want is freedom,

A world with no more night;

And you,

Always beside me,

To hold me and to hide me…

Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.

Let me lead you from your solitude.

Say you need me with you, here beside you,

Anywhere you go let me go too,

Christine, that's all I ask of you…

All I ask for is one love, one lifetime;

Say the word and I will follow you.

They sung together now, voices blending sweetly and softly, and Guenevere realized with horror the scene where Raoul and Christine kissed was only a few lines away.

Share each day with me, each night, each morning.

Say you love me!

You know I do.

Love me, that's all I ask of you.

The music swelled. She gasped as he leaned forward, swearing he was about to kiss her.

But instead, he cupped his hand around her face and put his thumb over her lips, making it look to everyone else as though he was, but to them as it truly was—a fake kiss.

She heard a number of people gasp, except for those in the band. They apparently knew this was happening, or didn't care. She couldn't help feeling like this was familiar…like this had happened somewhere before. But where? And how was that possible? The song became the part where they would have to sing again and she backed away, fearful, from the "kiss".

Anywhere you go let me go too;

Love me, that's all I ask

Of you…

She sighed happily as they finished.  It had been a beautiful duet. His eyes glittered in amusement. As the onlookers clapped, they both bowed and he mouthed the words: Fooled you didn't I?  She just smiled in reply, still surprised that the kiss had technically been her first—even if it wasn't a real one.

She waved goodbye to him and went back to her friends. There, Hermione was waiting, and she wasn't very happy. "WHAT in the WORLD was going on over there?!!" She asked angrily. "WHY DID YOU LET HIM KISS YOU?!"

Guenevere giggled. "It sure looked like it, didn't it? Boy I bet Pansy was upset… It's ok, though. We didn't kiss."

Ron was frowning too. "It sure looked like you two did."

Ginny looked at Ron. "Why Ron, you seem jealous."

"Shut up. I just want to know what it was if it wasn't a kiss."

"It was…it was this—he put his thumb on my lips like this—" she demonstrated on her own, "and then he kissed his thumb instead of my lips. But he made it look like he really did, huh?"

Ginny was excited. "Ooo…that's too bad Gwen. If he had it would've been so neat."

"No it wouldn't." Hermione interrupted abruptly. "If he had, it would be considered harassment. You didn't ask him to kiss you, did you?"

Guenevere rolled her eyes. "Hermione, it's in the play, you know that. I didn't think he'd do it, but even if he had, it was just part of the show."

"If you say so…" Hermione glowered.

The rest of the ball was uneventful. Except for the occasional evil eye from various Slytherin girls and congratulations from the other houses, Guenevere didn't have much to do. Demitrius was busy singing, so he didn't come over and talk to her anymore. *Not that it would matter.* She told herself. *It's not like he would….like me. He's too old for me anyway. He's twenty-one.* She sighed. *But it doesn't stop me from liking him* She found herself staring at him from different directions.

The ball was over around 2 Am. The teachers finally stopped the band and instructed everyone to go to bed. They all groaned, but left. A gaggle of teenage girls ran to the band to ask for Demitrius' autograph. (Or Aflac's. They were the two cutest guys there.) Ginny eventually dragged Guenevere over there too, and they waited in the back of the group until he saw them. "Gwen, bring your friend over here…stand over here…you won't get run over." They made their way through the fawning girls who frowned as they pushed their way to the front. Pansy, who had also came over, wasn't happy at all.

"Hello. Let me take care of these girls, then I'll talk, ok?" He hurried through autographs and questions and pushed them away as soon as he could. He sighed and wiped his forehead. "That is the most exhausting part of performing."

Guenevere nodded. "I know what you mean."

"Oh, you play something?" He asked as he took Ginny's pen and book. "What's your name?"

"Ginny."

"Ginny…lovely."

He signed the paper as Guenevere answered. "Well, the harp."

He stopped writing and looked at her. There was something different in his eyes now. Both excitement…and pain. "The harp? So unusual. A beautiful instrument. You chose wisely. I'm sure you are very good at it."

"I've been playing for nine years now."

He whistled and handed Ginny her book. "Nine years. Wow. You hear that Aflac?"

Ginny was now asking him for his autograph as well. Aflac was distracted with writing the autograph, but paused long enough to answer. "Virginia, right? Yeah, I heard D. Amazing."

Demitrius smiled. "How can you practice it if you're so far away from home?" He asked quickly.

"Well, I keep it in the Gryffindor common room. I play it every day. As many hours as I can fit in without tiring myself too much."

"Wonderful. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful musician someday. Your family will be proud of you, I know it."  Guenevere blushed. She was used to this sort of talk, but it made her very uncomfortable when it came from a guy.

"I suppose you have other things to go do." He said slowly.

"Yes, sleep." They all laughed.

"Well then, I won't keep you."

"Ok. It was nice meeting you."

"Yes, indeed. You are a charming young woman, Guenevere. You'll be a very lucky girl someday, I promise you."

"Thank you very much. You're very kind."

He grinned. "Well, there's other sides to me, you know. This is just my professional side. Maybe if we meet elsewhere you'll see what I mean." They laughed.

"Good bye Demitrius."

"Goodbye Guenevere. I look forward to meeting you again. Farwell Miss Weasley." Ginny blushed and waved.

Ginny and Guenevere left together, giggling.

Once they were out of sight, Demitrius smiled and whispered. "We'll be meeting sooner than you think, my dear. Much sooner……"

~ ~ ~

It had been two days since the Masquerade. Everyone was still catching up on sleep, and most people looked dead to the world. But Guenevere felt refreshed for some reason. She found it hard to sleep, but at least the dreams didn't bother her. Peaceful sleep when she could sleep, and refreshed waking. She wondered one thing, but didn't tell anyone. After all, she didn't want Hermione jumping all over her again. She wondered how Demitrius knew she didn't live here, that she lived elsewhere. He had said: "How can you practice if you're so far away from home?" It worried her a bit, but she told herself that it was nothing. It was her accent.  Other than Aflac, there weren't any other Americans. He had assumed she came from the USA. Something deep down, however, told her this was not the case. But she ignored the little voice in her and continued with her daily life-style.

The first Hogsmeade trip was coming up. Guenevere was upset when she found out her grandmother forgot to fill out the form. She decided she would send it to her so for Christmas break she could go. "We'll bring you back lots of stuff."

"Yeah, candy and stuff from Zonkos."

"Okay. But don't forget to bring me some butterbeer. That sounded the coolest."

"It is. We will." They stood in silence for a moment.

 "Oh and Gwen, be careful. Draco stayed behind…think he found out you were staying and stayed too. I ould watch your back if I were you." Hermione said quietly.

"It'll be fine, Hermione. I'm staying in the common room. He won't find me in there." They nodded, still not satisfied. "Well, just be careful." They waved goodbye and left.

Guenevere wandered through the halls, not sure what to do. She was just thinking about going to the library, when Draco "bumped" into her. "Hello Gwen. How are you?"

"Fine Draco."

"Look, I just wanted to tell you I think your voice is---I mean you can sing really—I like the way you—umm"

"Thank you Draco. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. I can sing too, you know. If you ever need a tenor or anything…"

"I'll consider it, thank you Draco."

"You're welcome."

"I really have to get going now…harp to practice, you know. Better go."

"Yeah, ok. Bye then."

"Bye." She shook her head and walked away, muttering quietly. What bothered Draco was that she wasn't walking towards her common room; she was walking in the opposite direction. He shook his head and decided to follow—to see exactly where she thought she was going.

Guenevere turned down a corner, angry with herself for always being so polite. * Next time I see him I'm telling him I really don't like him so would he please go away and leave me alone.* She scolded herself. She then wished she had someone more intelligent to talk too…someone like…like… She found herself thinking of Demitrius again.

"No, I shouldn't! He could never consider me anything more than a friend. He's way to old for me." As she was walking, soft singing echoed down the halls from in front of her.

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion;

Basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool!

This brave young suitor,

Sharing in MY triumph!!

She gasped. It sounded like Demitrius. But it could be a ghost playing a trick on her…

*Should I answer?* She pondered. She decided to play along.

Angel of Music, speak, I listen.

Stay by my side, guide me!

Angel,  my soul was weak,

Forgive me!

Enter at last, Master!

She felt attracted towards the voice as it continued. She went towards it slowly.

Flattering child, you shall know me!

See why in shadow I hide,

She reached the area where the voice was. There was no one. She was becoming less and less coherent. There was nothing in this hallway except for a long mirror on one side.

Look at your face in the mirror!

I am there inside!!

In the mirror she saw the reflection of a hallway on the wall behind. * But that wasn't there before!* She thought as she turned and it was there. But she forgot about it as she fell completely into a trance and sung her lines.

Angel of Music,

Guide and guardian,

Grant to me your glory!

Angel of Music,

Hide no longer!

Come to me

Strange Angel!

Draco, who had followed her and was watching in confusion, listened as the man's voice became slow and hypnotic.

I am your Angel of Music!!

Come to me Angel of Music!!

I am your Angel of Music!!

Come to me Angel of Music!!

She entered the hallway that had appeared. There was a bright flash of light and Draco fell backwards. When he sat back up, she was gone. He ran over to the hallway to follow, but it was gone. There was nothing but a wall.