From now on unless otherwise stated, this story is all mine, plot and everything. I ran out of script that everyone else helped me write and now the rest is from my imagination alone. Actually, it started a couple of chapters ago that the story became all my own. To tell you the truth I started to change a lot of things a while back. Like the talent show, Believe it or not, it was originally a play, Romeo and Juliette, with Missy as Juliette, and Draco as Romeo. (Gag me with a spoon.) But the talent show seems to be working out much better. And remember, there's still the ball!

I'd like to thank:

Jessica Halliwell Potter, I'm glad you think it's interesting and I hope you keep reading!

Black Dragon Lady, review whenever you continue reading! No, I don't think I'll need any help with the grammar, but I'll certainly let you know if I ever do.

Ralee, I knew you'd like the bit about the scissors, Hehehe, yes such great fashion sense.

And last but not least, DanielLover4Lyfe, Yay! You like my story! You're review made my day, thank you so much. I hope you keep reading.

Now on to....

Juliette4 (please please please please please please please review!) CHAPTER NINETEEN

The girls, tired from their long day, climbed into bed, and turned the lights out.

Lizzy thought of her new clothes and smiled. She liked them, she really did. It was a new look for her. She usually wore nice, but fairly conservative clothes. To spice them up she would add an extra accessory, like jewelry or belts, etc. The big hoop earrings were just Lizzy's style. But what she hoped the most was that Harry would like them. Harry, Harry, Harry. Every time she thought his name, a huge smile appeared on her face. How she loved that boy. Every time she saw him, she wanted to run up to him and hug him. Feel his strong masculine arms around her, and to hear that soft little sigh he made each time they hugged. The way He nuzzled his head by her ear, and squeezed her tight.. She loved the way his brow wrinkled up when he was worried, and the way his eyes crinkled with laughter when she made a joke. Lizzy started making up a poem about Harry in her head. 'What a guy that Harry, when going to meet him, you wouldn't tarry. So kind and sweet, he makes you swoon, When it's time to leave, you think, 'So soon?' Having him around is like having rainbows dancing in your head, And fairies in your bed.' Lizzy grinned. 'Lizzy Cornwallis making up poetry? What will happen next? The things love does to you.' She turned over and promptly went to bed, visions of Harry lulling her to sleep.

Mandy was tired. But she couldn't sleep. Her mind was too preoccupied to go to sleep. She thought of their band to be. Part of her wished she was in charge instead of Ralee. Most of the time she was the one in charge of her friends. But secretly, she was relieved that someone else was there to take over the job for once. It was tiring to be the one that had all of the answers, the one that everyone came to when they had questions. It was like that at home. Her Dad had died when she was 8, and her Mom worked two jobs, one full time, and the other half time. So little Mandy had spent quiet a few years alone with a baby-sitter. It wasn't until she was 12 that that had changed. Her mother had a boyfriend, and it was from that boyfriend that she got another child, a little girl, whom she named Delilah Rose. She then had so many things to work for and so much less money to spend that she laid off the full-time baby-sitter. That left Mandy in charge during the day with the baby. But Mandy had to go to school. So during the time Mandy was away at Hogwarts, her mother had no choice but to hire a sitter. But when Mandy was home, it was big girl Mandy, the one in charge. Delilah, now four and a half years old, looked up to Mandy to no end. She waited all fall and winter for her to come home from school and all during the summer would be by her side. She went to Mandy for all of the answers. Mandy to her was the answer to all questions, the solution to all problems. And if Mandy said something, then it must be so, because Mandy told her so. Yes, Mandy was very used to being in charge. 'It'll be nice for once to be the one listening to orders instead of giving them out.' She thought. Then she though of Oliver. Oh, Oliver. He was so kind and loving with her. Giving her flowers, ripping up his old girlfriends letter, yes Oliver definitely was someone she would remember for the rest of her days. She wondered about her future. Someday she could be a mother with 10 children, and maybe just maybe, would their father be a die-hard Quidditch player? Would he be Oliver? Mandy thought of Oliver as a father and almost laughed out loud. Instead of trying to get his children to say daddy, he'd be getting them to say: 'Quidditch' or 'broomstick'. She thought of Oliver as a husband and smiled. He'd be the type to give her a kiss every morning before going to work, the kind that would like to watch her sleep... 'Ah but Mandy,' she thought to herself. 'You're much to young to be thinking of marriage.' She closed her eyes and fell asleep a smile on her face.

Elorra was painting her toenails. At midnight. By the moonlight. Bright orange. Why? Because that's what she did when she was happy. She painted her toenails. Over and over and over and over and over again. There were times when she used bottles of nail polish. Or there were times when she had a full supply. Right now it looked like one of the used bottles times. Elorra was happy because of Patrick. She still couldn't believe tonight had actually happened. She kept reliving the moment over and over again in her head. "Who couldn't love you?" "Love is a strong word to use." "And I'm using it." Then the kiss. Sigh. Patrick was a great kisser. Just like she knew he would be. Before tonight, she'd thought that she was just a silly teenage with a silly teenage crush. But no. That tiny smile before he said 'And I'm using it.' Was real. The look of love in his eyes was real. Elorra sighed again. Oh but the kiss, that was possibly the best part of the night. It was a tie between him saying he loved her and the kiss. Oh but he was a great kisser. He'd either had a lot of practice, (she didn't like that thought) or he was a natural. She preferred that one. He kissed with passion. He kissed her like.like she was wine and he wanted more. Like he was drunk with her. His lips were soft and warm, and when they were pressed against hers, she almost felt like she was drunk. She stopped painting her toenails for a moment and touched her lips with a gentle smile. He loved her, he loved her. He loved her. She shivered with pure happiness. After her toenails dried, she leaned back onto her pillows and let out s great big contented sigh. 'Life is good.' She thought faintly before sinking into that wonderful place called dreamland. 'Life is good.' And she slipped into unconsciousness and dreams untold.

Missy had her eyes closed. She was thinking hard, of Ron. She couldn't believe she'd done it. She'd actually slapped Ron, and then kissed him! She remembered the look on his face when she slapped him. It looked like he was thinking: "Oh my gosh, she hates me." But what she couldn't get over was that he liked her back. After she kissed him, he hadn't moved. Hadn't moved at all. Just stood there. Like he was in shock. She had her lips pressed against his, and he wasn't moving at all. All of their friends were watching them, and he wasn't moving. Then slowly, he pressed gently back against her lips, as if testing to see if they were stable. Then he had slowly touched his tongue to her lips, as if tasting them. Thinking about it made her head swim and her stomach flip over. He had slowly kissed her before diving into deeper kisses. He'd at first rested his hands lightly on her hips, but as he kissed he more, they moved up, until he'd had his arms wrapped around her back. Then he moved them up again, grasping her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. Then he'd moved up further and grabbed her head turning it just the right way so he could kiss her better. And she loved every minute of it. She kept her hands in the same place, around his neck, twirling her finger around the hair at the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. She thought about Ron. And she grinned. He smiled when he kissed. His lips curved into a smile when they met hers. She thought of his wonderful red hair. His beautiful blue eyes. She loved the way his ears turned red when he was embarrassed. His whole face turned red, actually, and she loved that. He was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. 'How could anyone be so happy?' She thought to herself.

Hermione was trying not to think of Joshua. Because every time she thought of the hug he'd given her, she blushed. Hermione was not naturally a blushing person; not much could make her blush. So what was it about Joshua that made her face heat up like she'd just come out of a sauna? It was just a hug. But it was from her boyfriend. She, Hermione Granger, bookworm, straight A student, 'Smart girl', had a boyfriend! And not just any boyfriend, Joshua Biggs. They hadn't kissed yet, but Hermione smiled when she thought of that. He hadn't kissed her yet because he knew she wasn't ready. Or at least that's what he thought. He wanted to think of her feelings and she loved that. She sighed and turned over in her bed for the 15th time. 'Drat it all, that boy won't even let me sleep.' But he wouldn't let her stop grinning either.