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A look of shock crossed Raechil's face. Draco; he actually
called her. She was so ecstatic that she could barely talk.

"Raechil?" came Draco's voice again. "You there?"

Raechil nodded for some odd reason. Not like he could see her
nod. "H-hey," was all she could manage. She closed her light forest
green covered eyelids, and sighed, opening her eyes again slowly.

Draco was pacing across his large room in his mansion, cordless
phone held between his cheek and shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," she blubbered, clearing her throat as she drug her hand
over her forehead.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Nothing really."

"Listen, Raechil," said Draco. "I'm sorry about the way I acted.
I was being a stuck up prick. I'm so sorry."

A heavy sigh emitted Raechil's vocals. "Apology. accepted." She
smiled.

"Good. Anyways, my mother is having a great big family ball
thing Monday evening. She said I needed to be with someone. I was
wondering if you'd like to join me."

Gasp. "Of course Draco! I'd love too! I'll be at your house
around seven."

Draco grinned really big, holding in a huge sigh of relief.
"Okay. See you tomorrow evening. I'll be glad to see you."

Raechil hung up, and started fanning her face with her hands,
screaming loudly. She bounded around her room, before a knock on the
door settled her spirits. Taking a few breaths, she stepped to the
door, and opened it slowly, sighing.

"Raechil Dianiie Estabri, what the hell is going on up here?"
Augustine looked slightly angry, and like she was holding in a laugh
at the same time. Her arms were crossed across her frame.

"I've told you not to call me that, and I just got off the
phone!" Raechil squeals, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"You're always just getting off the phone. Who were you talking
too?"

"Draco!" she beams, bouncing around in circles now. "I'm going
to a ball at his house on Monday, and he wants me to go with him!"

Augustine smiles her older woman smile. "I'm glad for you. It's
great to see a smile on your beautiful face again."

Raechil blushes. "I'm not beautiful Augustine, you know that."
She rubs her cheeks, wanting to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh yes you are. You know you are," says Augustine. "Here, it's
starting to get late. Maybe you should head to bed."

Nodding, Raechil walks back to the door. "You're right. I need
'beauty sleep'."

"You don't need beauty sleep, beauty is natural for you."

Raechil grinned. "Thank you, Augustine. You're just like my mum.
How I miss her."

"Yes. You'll see her next Tuesday. She's coming from Canada,
remember?"

Raechil nodded. "But I haven't seen her since I graduated. It's
been so long."

"I know, little girl. Least you'll get to see her." She sighs.
"Bed, now." Turning, she closes the door, and guides her way down the
stairs, sound of her footsteps soon fading.

Raechil looks around slowly, eyes stopping at the dresser. She
went to it, and pulled open a door, pulling out a pair of light pink
and blue swirled pajama pants. Pulling off her pants, she slipped them
on. She pulled her bra off, after undoing the latches at the back. She
quickly pulled a shirt over her top. Slipping into bed, she pulled the
blankets up around her face, getting comfy. She tried her best to keep
her eyes open, but they soon closed, sending her into a peaceful
slumber.

~*~

After waking the next morning, Raechil got up, and showered
first. Then she resided to her room, and began pampering herself. When
she glanced into the mirror, she almost screamed. Her hair was an ugly
shade of gray. Having not changed it, it must have changed while she
was sleeping. Concentrating, she closed her eyes, and changed her hair
to a rich golden blonde, which looked lovely around her tan face. Her
green eyes glanced downward at her watch. "AH! It's four already!" She
looked into her mirror, look of udder horror on her face.

Then, she smiled, running a hand through her hair. She
concentrated for a moment again, and her hair went up into a nice
formed bun, with two loose strands of hair hanging down. She sat down,
and rummaged through a little box, looking for something. She pulled
out a medium tan colour, which was a tinge darker than her skin, and a
small box of glaze. After spending half an hour perfecting her eyes,
she put the things back, and started rummaging again. This time, she
pulled out a lipstick tube. The bottle was a vibrant light red, which
was the colour of lipstick itself. She took about fifteen minutes with
that, then looked at herself, so far satisfied. She didn't put blush
on, as it didn't go well with her complexion.

Standing, Raechil walked to a dresser. She opened the doors, and
began searching for something appropriate to wear. She pulled out
several dresses, before stopping at a black one. The material was
light and wispy, and a nice black colour. She undressed, then slipped
on the dress. The back was low, riding on her small of her back. The
straps were small on her shoulders. She spun, looking at herself in
the mirror. She looked good. Closing the dresser doors, and went to a
closet, reaching down into the bottom for a pair of shoes. She pulled
out a pair of black boots, which went to her mid shin. She pulled them
on, and twirled again. Then made her three inches taller. She wouldn't
look so short next to Draco now.

Raechil opened the door, and rushed down the stairs. Augustine
looked at her. "About time you got up."

"Oh, I know! And I've got the drive too Draco's." She looked at
the clock. "Eep. Six, I'll barely get there. See you Auggy!" Grabbing
her keys, she ran to her car, hopped in, and sped away."

~*~

Draco paced the front room of his house, glancing out the window
every so often. He had his arms crossed over his chest.

Then a pound was heard on the door.

He rushed to it, and calmed himself, before opening it to
Raechil's beautiful face. She smiled up at him, holding out her hand.
He took it, and walked her in. He led her to the ball room, where many
were dancing. He stopped, and looked to her. "Raechil, you look
lovely."

Raechil just noticed the tuxedo Draco was wearing. "And you,
look like the most handsome man alive."

Draco grinned. "May I have this dance?"

Nodding, Raechil said, "I thought you'd never ask."

Leading her to the floor, he stopped. Both his hands slid down
to her waist, but her kept his distance from her. He didn't want to
make her uncomfortable.

Raechil rolled her eyes, placing her hands on his shoulders. She
pulled him in to her, so they were right together. She rested her head
on his shoulder, so her face was towards his. Raechil kissed his neck
slowly, which made him shiver with delight. She smiled, and didn't do
anything else, just danced.

They danced for awhile longer, then Draco led Raechil off the
dance floor. He took her to the room where they had talked when they'd
seen each other for the first time since graduation. He sat her down,
and then sat down next to her.

She smiled up at him, longing for him to hold her. He smiled
back, not saying a word. She broke the silence.

"Draco-" she begun. He pushed a finger to her lips, hushing her.

"Quiet." he said spoke softly. He pulled her closer so she was
basically on top of him. He laid back, and she followed his motion.
She laid on top of him, face buried in his chest.

She wept a bit, holding him. "Oh Draco."

And they both fell asleep like that, lying in each others arms.