YAY, I'm happy! Never before have I gotten three reviews for the same story the DAY I put the story up!! So, I'm gonna keep this story going! Thanks to all my reviews! *Jumps up and down.* O.k... Going on with the story. P.S. I'm sorry that the last chapter was confusing. It'll be more clear from here on out.

STAR CROSSED

A week later all Slytherins were aloud to go to Diagon Alley to prepare for the Slytherin Ball. When they got there Draco ran into Sylla. "Hello." Draco said. "Uh, Hi." She replied. "I'm sorry but I'm really in a hurry, I'm meeting someone, so, I'll see you later." She said. "Not to sound nosey, but, who are you meeting?" Draco asked. Sylla replied by smiling mysteriously and walking off. Draco shrugged. He didn't need her running into him buying her a dress anyway. That reminded him. "What the bloody HELL are her sizes? Oh, shit!" He said aloud and ran off to find Panda.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to relize." Panda smirked. "Now, I'm not going to choose the dress. I'll just tell you if the one you picked is good." Draco nooded in agreement. "Let's go to this little shop I know. It has the best gowns, it's run by Slytherins, and won't be crowded." And with that they left. Draco was right. There was only about three other school girls there. "Wow!" Panda said in amazment. "This place is so coooooool!" But Draco was looking around. "Too girly. I wouldn't think they'd have PINK here. No. Maybe. What the bloody hell is THIS supposed to be? Purple with her red hair would not work. This would clash with her eye color." Draco heard some laughing behind him. He turned around to see Panda bent over, holding her stomach, and laughing uncontrolably.

"Hahaha...I'd..ha...almost SWEAR....hahahahahahaha....you were.......HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GAY!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She fell over on the ground and started crying with the pain of laughing so hard. Draco's cheeks went red. "I'm not GAY!" Draco said, trying not to stutter. Bi maybe, but certainly not GAY. He thought. As Panda stood up Draco turned around and saw the perfect dress. It was too good to be true, but there it was! It was even green and silver! (Sweet, sweet Slytherin-run shops!)

"What are you looking at Malfoy?" Panda asked, as she wiped the last tears from her eyes. "I'll tell you what I'm looking at. I'm looking at the perfect dress for Sylla." Draco said, taking it down. "OOOOOOOO!" Panda exclaimed. "It's her size!" She said. "What's the price?" And Draco turned over the price tag. Panda's face went white and she fell over, fainting. "Oy, Perdita!" Draco hollered to the store owner, she was a past girlfriend of Draco's father's. A pretty woman walked over. "Hello. I thought I heard the voice of a Malfoy. Long time no see." She greeted. "I'm buying this dress." He said, cutting to the point of his being there. "A girlfriend?" Perdita asked with a smile. "If I'm lucky." Draco muttered.

After Draco made the purchase he went over to Panda's body. "Panda!" He said, nudging her with his foot. She sat up. "I had such a weird dream. You were looking for a dress to buy Sylla. And you found a really nice one...but..." She saw something green move infront of her. "You mean this dress?" Draco asked with his standard cocked eyebrow. (Hold on...I have to swoon.) "You DIDN'T!" Panda poked the dress. "Didn't you see the PRICE? That was a LOT of Galleons...and Sickles....and Knuts." She stood up and shook her head in dissbelief. "I'm rich. It doesn't matter to me, besides, I always get a little taken off the price here. The owner loves me, or, more my father."

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LATER THAT NIGHT

Draco sat across from Sylla. He ignored the punching fight Crabbe and Goyle were having behind his back. "So, where is Panda?" He asked, only mildly caring about that. "She ditched me to study with some seven year guy. I pretend not to care." She responded, rolling her eyes out of jealousy. "Some GUY goes and steals my sidekick during dinner. She should be here right now, talking about how good the pastries. But NOOO, she's staring at some cute seventh year talking about potions, but thinking about necking." Draco laughed. She smiled too. "I guess I'm being selfish. Yeah, but she's the only person who cares about me." She said and took a bite off of one of Panda's beloved pastries. "You're wrong on that." Draco said. Sylla's eyes snapped up to Draco's and she was about to say something, but Goyle missed Crabbe and his fist hit Draco square in the back of the head. (So much for 'The Moment.')

Draco turned to Goyle and punched him in the nose. Goyle went to punch back, but Crabbe had grabbed Draco and pulled him to the ground. Goyle fell down when Draco grabbed his shirt. All three of them were rolling around on the ground, fists and feet flying. All the teachers came running up. Snape dragged Draco off. McGonagall had Crabbe, and Goyle walked himself, holding his arm. All the Slytherins grinned, but didn't dare speak a word. Except for Sylla. "Draco, stop kicking! It only makes Professor Snape angrier!" She shoated her advice at Draco who instantly stopped flailing on the ground, and remaind still as Snape continued to drag him.

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THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL

Draco walked into potions with Crabbe and Goyle on either side. Draco had a black eye and a cut lip, Goyle had two black eyes, a slice down his cheek and a broken nose. Crabbe looked to horrible to describe. "You will NOT be sitting near me." Draco commanded. Crabbe and Goyle took off for the back of the room. "Wise decision." Snape said to Draco, as the blond one took a seat next to Sylla. "Nice eye!" Panda said from Sylla's other side. "Thank you for the advice last night." Draco whispered to Sylla. "If I had kept kicking I wouldn't be alive right now." "Malfoy, I suggest you stop talking." Snape sneered. Sylla refrained from laughing.

After class Sheena walked up to Draco. "Hi! Someone told me that you are interested in taking me to the Slytherin Ball. I just wanted to..." Sheena trailed off when she saw Sylla walk up and take Draco's hand. He looked over at her. "I'm sorry, but someone lied to you. Draco and I are madly in love and you have no chance!" She said and rested her head on his shoulder. "So, I suggest you walk away." Sheena did, and then ran for the bathroom. "You're welcome." Sylla said before catching up with Panda. "Uhhhhh...." Draco managed and waited for Crabbe and Goyle to take up their usual spots behind him. (Poor Drakie. Now he's confused.) "Let's go to lunch. I'm starved." Goyle said and Crabbe agreed.

Sylla and Panda weren't at lunch, so Draco tried to forget his dillema by getting in a cussing fight with Potter. Crabbe and Goyle found the cause of last nights bickering. Alison Terry walked over to her friends down the table. Crabb and Goyle stood up and started tripping each other on the way to where she was sitting.

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IN THE LIBRARY

"I KNEW IT!" Panda whispered twenty times too loud. (OK,OK, it was more of a shoat than a whisper.) "Lin, shutUP!" Sylla said, grabbing Panda's arms to make her stop jumping. "I knew you were in love with Draco! It's only inCREDIBLY obvious. You two make such a cute couple!" Panda went off. "Panda, you're getting all giggily on me!" Sylla said and started to shake Panda. Lin, the little panda girl, snapped out of it. "Allright, I'm serious now." She said. "Good." Sylla turned around and left for some food. Panda let out another squeal and raced after Sylla. They got close to the door and Draco came in. "Hello." "HI!" "Hello Malfoy." They exchanged their greetings. "I have something for you Sylla." He said. Panda had to fight the urge to start jumping up and down again.

When they got to the common room Sylla sat down and Panda occupied her self with a little Harry Potter doll she had bought in Diagon Alley, it already had a hole through it's head and was missing an arm. Panda was busy flying it up and down in the air with her wand. It hit the ceiling, then it hit the ground. Then the ceiling, then the ground. Up and down. Then in the fire, then the stop, drop and roll. Panda laughed.

Draco came over to Sylla. Panda forgot about the doll and it hit the ground again. "I still want you to go to the Slytherin Ball with me, no matter how redundant dances are." He said with that little smirk of his. Then he held a package out. Sylla took it and unwrapped the paper then opened the box. And she saw the REALLYYYYYYY expensive dress. "Oh. My. GOD." She took the gown out. Dark green, slit up the left side, low neck line. The neck line was boardered with silver celtic designes. The long, renissance sleeves had the same silver designes. "EEP! It's prettier than I remember! Oops..." Panda blurted out, but luckily no one really noticed what she said.

Sylla smiled. "I guess I really can't argue." She said. "I'll take that as a yes." Draco said, smirking. Panda started hopping up and down and squealed. "This dress must have cost alot." Sylla remarked in awe. Before Draco could say something Panda rememered the price and stopped hoping. "So many...Galleons." And she fainted. Draco and Sylla watched her drop. "Panda? Panda?!!" Sylla called.
Panda stood up. Then to everyone's stomach-turning horror, Sheena walked in. Sylla was able to get the dress in the box in time. When Sheena came up she glared at Sylla. "Don't think I didn't figure out that what you said today was sarcastic." She said in a very disgruntled voice. "Now, what would make you think I was being sarcastic?" Sylla asked sweetly, slipping her arms around Draco's waist. "See, Drakie is mine...so find your own man whore." Draco was smirking, but underneath that he was feeling very odd and confused. Drakie? I'm a man whore? Oh my God, her arms are around my waist!! "Fine!" Sheena said, trying to sound menacing, but getting no where near. She stalked off and went...well, somewhere. It took Draco a second to relize her arms were still around her waist. Right when he figured it out she pulled her arms back and blushed. "Uhhh....well, Panda and I were getting hungry." She managed. "Yeah," Panda put in. "You know how addicted I am to those pastries!" And Sylla left. Panda stayed behind for a second.

"She's crazy about you!" She told Draco. "She's just a little weirded out. Hey! Stop that glaring! Trust me, Malfoy, she'll open up at the ball." And Panda ran off to catch up with Sylla. Draco just somehow believed her. And he felt good. Only...damnit. She left the dress in her dash to get over her akwardness. (Oh boy, oh boy. I touched his WAIST!) He picked it up and put it on his bed. She'll have to get it later. He thought.

A/N: How did you like it? Sorry the chapter is long, but it's a long story. The long chapters prevents having a houndred chapters. I don't want this turning into The Stand! (Which I'm still edging my way through. I like Randall Flagg and Trashcan Man, they are SOOO cool.) Yes, well...Read and review. But no flames. All flames will be used for my sacrifices to Lord Voldermort...I MEAN...Uh, will be used to roast marshmellows. Me, a death eater? Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Silently hails Lord Voldermort, the supreme ruler.*

Well...I have places to go, Hufflepuff students to burn and muggles to scare. Now, where the bloddy hell is my friggen flame thrower? I wish my dungeon/bedroom/tourture chamber/shrine to all things evil wasn't so damn messy.....