Chapter 2

The next day Jansen stood on front of the food table wearing a sky-blue dress and her usually straight, black hair now wavy and shiny.

Draco walked up to her, his face full with concern, "why isn't Fiore here yet? They're already playing the music and dancing!"

"Oh," said Jansen, faking a disappointed tone in her voice. "Well... this is really hard to say, but..." said Jansen, faking a sad face while she really smiled brightly inside of her. "She said she changed her mind about coming to the dance with you. She said she thought..." Jansen looked away.

"Thought what?" asked Draco in a low, soft voice.

"She thought of you as nothing more than a... git," said Jansen as she laughed in her head but looked sad on the outside.

Draco looked hurt as he looked away to the people dancing. "Oh," me muttered. "Well... would you like to dance?" he asked Jansen.

"I would lov--" started Jansen with a grin, but stopped abruptly as she remembered the way she was supposed to 'feel'. "Well, I don't know. You're my cousin's--"

"I was. I'm just a git to her. So, do you want to dance?" repeated Draco.

"I guess you're right... Let's go dance!" she smiled as she held his hand and walked forward to the dance floor.

Fiore walked around the school, "could this be any more annoying?!" she muttered. "Everybody's at that stupid dance and now I don't have anyone to annoy or prank!"

Fiore stopped on front of the Great Hall's doors and fell into deep thought. "Hmm..." she said as she rubbed her hand around her chin. "Maybe I should go in and destroy the party. That's be fun! Maybe start a food fight!"

She walked into the Great Hall with a wide grin from ear to ear as she pictured the food fight, but her eyes focused on something else. Jansen dancing with Draco. Fiore raised up both of her eyebrows.

Jansen and Draco noticed Fiore and smirked at the same time. Fiore ignored their looks and walked outside to the grounds.

"This is great. Even Jansen is having a good time!" she muttered as she sat on a rock and stared at the lake.

"Mind if I join you?" asked a voice.

"Huh?" Fiore asked turning around. A tall, redhead boy stood behind her with his hands hid inside both of his pockets. "Yes, I do mind. Now, leave, Weasel," snapped Fiore as she turned back around to face the lake.

"The other Slytherins seem like angels compared to you," muttered Ron as he sat on a rock a few inches away from Fiore's.

"And all the other Gryffindorks hardly seem like dorks compared to you," replied Fiore hotly.

"Whatever. So, why aren't you in the dance? Oh, I forgot, who would ever like you?" said Ron sarcastically.

Fiore grabbed a handful of snow and threw it right on Ron's face.

"Hey!" he protested wipping the snow off his face.

"Why aren't you there? Oh, I forgot, who would want to be with a dork?" said Fiore giving him a nasty look.

Ron ignored the insult and replied, "my two best friends decided to go together without me."

"Oh," muttered Fiore feeling sorry for him, but trying not to show it by shooting him disgusted looks. "Why blame them? I'm sure they have much more fun with each other than with a nosy, weasel!"

Ron ignored her and started throwing little rocks at the lake, then turned back at her and said, "you still haven't told me why you're not in the dance."

"I don't dance," replied Fiore coolly.

"Everybody dances," said Ron.

"Not me," said Fiore.

"You can't be that bad!" insisted Ron with a smile.

"I said I don't like to dance. Not that I don't know how to," said Fiore coldly.

"Geez, sorry," said Ron. Then stood up abruptly and pulled Fiore up by the waist. "C'mon, I know you can dance!"

"I can't!" said Fiore trying to run away from his grip, but failing on every try.

"Yes, you can! I'll teach you," smiled Ron.

Fiore struggled not to smile and scowled at him, while looking away to the lake, avoiding his eyes.

Ron smiled as he raised her face up to his with his hand under her chin, and said, "just look down and my feet and... follow."

Fiore looked deep into his eyes and looked down at the floor, following his steps, then reacted and snapped, "this is stupid! What am I doing?! I can't actually be dancing with a weasel!" she backed away from Ron making a face of disgust.

Ron frowned, then smiled again. "C'mon, you were doing really good."

Fiore tried as hard as she could to keep herself from smiling, so just looked away at the lake.

"Come. You know you want to learn," smiled Ron as he pulled her gently by the hand.

"Well... fine, just don't let anyone now that I was dancing with you," warned Fiore.

"Don't worry, I won't," smiled Ron.

Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall, the dancing King and Queen were about to be announced.

Lavender and Parvati went into a fit of giggles, sure that they would win, but--

"This year's dancing queen is Jansen Gold and the king is Draco Malfoy," announced Professor Mcgonagall.

Parvati, Lavender, Padma and Pansy gave her nasty looks as she rushed to the front with Draco.

Professor McGonagall took two golden crowns and put them on top of their heads.

"C'mon, let's celebrate!" smiled Jansen as she pulled Draco out of the Great Hall, but stopped abruptly as she saw Fiore giggling as she danced with Ron.

Draco frowned at the two of them and felt his cold face go warm.

Jansen's eyes grew watery as she ran away to the Slytherin Common Room.

Fiore turned around sharply and saw her running away.

"What happened to her?" frowned Ron.

"Oh brother," muttered Fiore in an annoyed tone as she ran behind her cousin.

"Fiore, wait!" shouted Draco as he followed Fiore.

"What do you want, Malfoy?!" said Fiore impatiently as she turned around sharply.

"Why weren't you at the dance?" he asked.

"I don't see how that's any of your business!" replied Fiore hotly.

"It is because you were supposed to be at the dance with me, not out on the grounds with that weasel!" said Draco.

"What are you talking about? I thought I left it very clear that I didn't want to go to the stupid dance with you!" said Fiore angrily, at the same time a puzzled look crossed her face.

"You sure did, once Jansen told me the message," said Draco looking away.

"What message?" frowned Fiore.

"The messages you sent me through her," frowned Draco. "You know. That you wanted to go to the dance with me, and then that you thought I was a... git."

Fiore snorted, "I do think you're a git. But I never said I wanted to go to the dance with you."

Draco blushed.

"Wait for me in the common room. I think Jansen and I need to have a talk," said Fiore as she turned around to go to the common room, but was held back by Draco's arm.

"Do you really think I'm a git?" he asked, a pained look on his face.

"Yes," nodded Fiore with a sarcastic smiled, then turned around and left out of sight.

Draco sighed and followed Fiore.

Once Fiore had entered the Girls' Dormitories, Draco was just entering the common room with a miserable look on his face.

"JANSEN!" shouted Fiore furiously as she swung the dormitory's door open.

"What do you want?" replied Jansen angrily.

"I want you to explain to me what was it that you told Malfoy yesterday!" snapped Fiore.

"I... I... I told him that you wanted to go to the dance with him!" said Jansen.

"Why?" frowned Fiore.

"Because I was jealous of him liking you instead of me!" snapped Jansen.

"You really shouldn't be jealous. It's not my fault he likes me. I don't like him, anyways," said Fiore as she walked out of the dormitory.

"Wait!" called Jansen after her. "I'm the one that should be mad here!"

"And why's that?" asked Fiore crossing her arms.

"Because you were with Ron knowing that I like him!" snapped Jansen.

"He was just teaching me to dance! You can't have two boys at the same time, anyways!" snapped Fiore back as she rushed out of the dormitory and saw Draco sitting on a couch.

"Well?" asked Draco.

"It was all made-up. I never said that, but I'm not going to tell you why she said it. It's her business," said Fiore as she walked out of the room.