A/N Before I go on to the story I would just like to confront the reviewer, "nooneimportant." Well obviously you aren't because you shouldn't tell writers what they should and should not do. This is called "FANFICTION" for a reason. This is my story and if you don't like it, DON'T READ IT. If everyone's view of Ginny were the same there would be no point in this site so if I were you I would back off on this whole, "Ginny is not ghetto thing." Plus I wasn't even trying to make her ghetto but if she is than so be it. Oh and for your information, my faithful readers seem to LIKE Ginny this way so she is not going to change. Try reading the rest of the story first before you write something like that.

Ahem. Sorry guys! That person just really hacked me off, so go read! And don't forget to review!



"You better not do anything to her, or I swear to you I will kill you." Draco said in a voice that would have made the dark lord cower.

"Well that's not exactly for you to decide is it? From what I know, you two aren't hitched any more." Blaise exclaimed, his eyes flashing.

"You know I think we're all kind of sick and tired of you bossing us around all the time. Like we're your fucking soldiers in an army just because you're so fucking, godly rich."

Blaise put on a fake air of pompousness.

"Hello my name is Draco Malfoy and I'm richer than God, I think too highly of himself and I have my head so far up my ass that I don't know where I'm going."

He dropped the act and turned to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Don't you guys agree, I mean you're so much bigger and BETTER than Malfoy here and yet you take orders from him, if you go with me I'll let you have a turn with the Weasley slut t--

BAM!

Blaise was knocked backwards by the force of the blow to his nose and knocked his head on the base of his bed.

He wiped away the blood and glared at Draco with mirth.

"So, you do still have a thing for that slut. What's wrong Malfoy? Banging one whore not good enough for the great Draco Malfoy?"

"You don't know when to stop do you?" A fifth voice broke in. It was Richard Nott. He was listening to the conversation quietly and seemed to think he had, had enough.

"What?"

"You heard me Zabini, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up for once so we can all get some much needed sleep. That IS what NORMAL people do you know." Nott shot back.

Draco, who still had a hold of Blaise's shirt collar and had his fist back, dropped his hands and gave the boy one last shove before going back to his bed.

"Thanks." He murmured to Richard as he passed his bed. Richard just gave a sleepy nod and dozed off.

Draco however, couldn't fall asleep. Thoughts of Ginny kept drifting back into his thoughts, and the dream kept coming back to him. He had been having similar dreams like this for several weeks now, all of which, involving Ginny wearing VERY skimpy clothing and a bed.

"ARG!" He exclaimed, flipping over and burring his head in his pillows.

'Just ignore it, you don't care anymore remember? You have to forget her.'

And with that thought he drifted off into a, this time, dreamless sleep.



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Ginny looked herself over in the mirror for one last time. She was wearing her red dress from Madam Malkins, with half of her hair swept up and coming down in curly tendrils while the rest hung loosely at her shoulders, curled slightly at the tips.

Her lips shined in a pretty pinkish burgundy lip-gloss and her eyes wore light pinkish red eye shadow to match her dress. Her nails were painted the same burgundy and she wore strappy high heels in the same red.

"Oh Ginny." Her friends breathed.

"That color suits you so well! It goes great with your hair!" Chris squealed.

Ginny beamed.

"You think so?"

"Yes we think so. Now lets go! We're going to be late!"

As the girls headed down to the Great Hall they noticed that almost the whole school was held up at the doors.

"What's going on?" Ginny voiced to no one in particular.

"They're matching up everyone with a partner. It's a new way of getting people from other houses to get to know each other better." A Ravenclaw 5th year whispered.

"What?!"

"Yeah that's what I heard, see, their matching up people on that big list that McGonagall is holding. Don't worry though I heard it was chosen at random so there's still a chance that you get someone from your own house." The boy supplied.

Ginny sighed.

"Well I guess it can't be THAT bad." Kim stated. There are some pretty hot guys from other houses."

"So THAT'S why they told us to come single." Jen said amazed.

"It's just like Dumbledore to spring something like this on us on Christmas." Ginny mumbled to herself.

"Aw cheer up Gin! Who knows, you might finally find someone you like!" Chris said cheerfully.

When the girls got to the door to see whom their partner was, McGonagall didn't tell them, instead she held out her wand and pointed it at Ginny's face.

"Um professor? What are you doing?" Ginny asked confused.

"Oh, didn't you hear? No matter, Dumbledore says you must put a glamour on so that your partner does not know who you are until the end of the night, where both of your identities will be revealed. This is to make sure that you DO get to know this person before not giving them a chance." McGonagall explained.

"But how does it work?" Jen asked curiously.

"The person will not be able to see past the glamour, but will see the rest of you. It will be similar to a masquerade ball; well actually it is very much a masquerade ball. Now if you please Ms. Weasley we are holding up the line."

She waves her wand once and Ginny's face was replaced with a beautiful red mask that almost molded with her features.

Her friends were placed with similar masks all matching the color of their dresses.

"Now Ms. Weasely your partner will be holding a red rose in their hands, Ms. Boot yours will have a purple tulip, Ms. Crockton yours will have a rainbow lily, and Ms. Hoodburry, yours will have a white poppy. Now run along." McGonagall waved the four girls away with a slight smile curling at her lips.

Ginny separated with her friends and walked along the outer wall of the Great hall. The tables were cleared, as usual and she soon spotted a tall boy holding a red rose.

"Hello, I believe that I am your date for this glorious event." Ginny greeted as sweetly as possible.

The person jumped a little at being spoken to and did a double take before answering. Ginny noticed neither action.

"My don't you look lovely miss." The person answered back bowing and handing her the rose.

"Why thank you."

'Wow I like this guy already. He's such a gentleman, like Draco.' Ginny shook herself before she started tearing up again.

"Do you want to dance?" She asked. The boy just extended his arm in turn and headed towards the dance floor.

It was a fast song and Ginny could tell right away that her date was a very good dancer. His movements were swift and graceful and when the song ended they were both panting from the effort.

"Wow," Ginny gasped clutching her heaving chest. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer."

"There are a lot of things you don't know right now Ginny." He answered.

Ginny glanced up quickly in shock.

"How do you know who I am? Do I know you?"

Just then the second song started and the question remained unanswered as a boy wearing a green mask grasped Ginny's waste and lead her to the dance floor.

"May I have this dance?" The new stranger greeted.

"Sure." Ginny smiled, her past predicament temporarily forgotten.

"So Harry I didn't know you would be attending this ball." Ginny stated suddenly.

Harry looked shocked for a minute before replying.

"What gave me away?"

"The eyes."

"Damn these bloody eyes. It's not like I'm the only one is this bloody school with green eyes you know." He replied in an exasperated tone.

"Aw what's the matter? Did I ruin your 'Mr. Dark and Mysterious act?' Plus no ones eyes sparkle quite like yours do when your being mischievous, well maybe apart from Fred and George."

Ginny grinned up at him. Harry just smiled at the petite redhead. They danced until the song ended and Ginny said goodbye as Harry went back to his date and Ginny to hers.

"Sorry bout that, just ran into a friend." Ginny explained as she plopped down in a chair next to her date.

Her smiled at her lovingly and. wait, a minute, lovingly? Ginny peered at the boy again narrowing her eyes in concentration. He seemed too familiar yet she couldn't put her finger on it.

As soon as Ginny thought about it the boy seemed to snap out of his stupor and say.

"Would you like some cider?"

"Sure." Ginny smiled at him, as he walked away.

'Why do I feel so comfortable with him?'



A/N Review! Chapter 13 coming soon and the mystery date is revealed! 50 Points to who gets it right!