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People were whispering. Who was that girl? Where did she come from? How did she just

suddenly disappear like that? Where did she go?

Ron looked at the necklace held in his hands. The clock chimed. 11 o clock. One more hour

before the ball ended. Ron didn't see what was the point of staying around. People were soon

to start pestering him on who his date was and he didn't want to talk to them since he didn't

know himself.

He started to walk to the castle. Malfoy came up to him.

"Alright Weasley. Who was she?" he snarled.

"Shove off, Malfoy." Ron muttered not in the mood to talk, least of all Draco Malfoy.

"You're not getting off that easily. Who was she? Tell me!" Malfoy said angrily.

"I don't know. Now leave me alone." Ron said throwing an ugly look at him.

"You don't know? You don't know who your own date is?" he began to laugh.

"Yeah that's right. Now go away or do I have to make you." Ron said heatedly.

Without waiting for an answer he shoved passed Malfoy and walked to the castle.

He left the Quidditch Pitch and saw the clock. 11:10. He sighed and started to walk towards

the castle, but something stopped him. He couldn't explain what, but something was telling him

not to go in. Ron turned and started to walk toward the Greenhouses. He figured he needed

some fresh air anyway.

When he got there he sat down in the cold snow. It was much colder since there was no

weather charm around. He took a look at the necklace again. Everything just happened in a

blur.

"Hey, Ron." Ron found Ginny standing next to him.

"Hi." he grunted.

"Well that was a something wasn't it." she said taking a seat.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well there's no more entertainment seeing how you and...and your date left." she said quickly.

Ron merely grunted again.

"So you have no clue about her?" Ginny asked.

"No. Well I mean...no. At least I think not."

"What's up?" she said.

Ron sighed. He looked at Ginny and to his surprise she wasn't his little his sister at the moment.

She was just a friend concerned about him.

"Its just... Well you'll think I've gone mental—"

"I already know you have." she said smiling.

Ron gave a sheepish grin.

"Its just there's something about her. Something familiar. Like I've met her before. And for a

split second I know who she is. But then before I can even remember her name...I don't know I

just sort of...I don't know...become more confused. Make sense?"

Ginny stared at the ground for a minute, thinking.

"Well it sounds like you know who she is. But you don't know. Like if something were to jog

your memory about her, you'd figure her out." she said slowly.

Ron looked at his little sister for awhile.

"I think so. But I mean I don't think if I saw her again I'd know who she was. But maybe if...I

don't know I found out a little more about her other then that she's beautiful and smart—" He

broke off blushing.

Ginny smiled again.

"You really like her, don't you." she said.

"I don't just like her Gin. I mean I think I...fancy her." Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"You fancy her?"

"I think so. Not just because she's pretty or anything. Its just because...I don't know...its just

because of who she is. But she reminds me of someone."

"Who?" asked Ginny. Ron looked at her. He could have sworn he heard a bit of slyness in that

'who'.

"I don't know. But the weird thing is I think if I knew who she reminded me of...I'd fancy them

too..."

"Or maybe," Ginny said, (was that a smile that went across her face?), "she's the person she

reminds you of."

"Yeah...yeah! You're right Ginny! She is! All I have to do is find out who she reminds me of!"

"Right."

"Gee thanks Ginny. You're the best." he gave her a big hug.

"No problem. Listen I'm going to go back. Want to come with me?" she asked.

Ron looked at the huge clock tower and found that it was 20 minutes before midnight.

"No thanks. I'm tired. Bye."

"Bye."

He walked up to the castle and went to the Gryffindor tower.

"Moonbeam." he said to the fat lady. She looked disgruntled.

"Why is everyone coming in early!"

He walked in and found Harry looking at the staircase.

"Hi." he said. Harry jumped.

"Ron! You startled me, mate."

"Sorry. Listen do we have to talk about tonight, because I'm pretty tired." Ron said.

"No. Its ok. Come on lets go up to bed."

As they were both putting on their pajamas Ron realized something.

"Hey I just realized something. Where was Hermione? She wasn't at the ball was she?" he

asked.

Harry cringed. He promised he wouldn't tell...but no one ever said anything about hinting.

"She wasn't?" he asked in a would-be-casual voice.

"Yeah. What did you see her or something?"

"Well maybe. I mean everyone was in masks. Its not like you could tell."

Harry found it almost overwhelming he couldn't laugh.

"Yeah you could. I mean you knew basically who everyone was except the Beauxbatons and

Durmstrang people."

"I don't know. Some people put on a pretty good mask. Some masks disguise really well you

know."

Ron looked at Harry. What was wrong with him?

"What is up with you mate? You feeling ok?"

Harry sighed. How thick could Ron be?

"Yeah. I'm ok."

"Alright. Well anyway we'll ask Hermione tomorrow if she was at the ball. She'll tell us." Ron

said sleepily.

"Yeah." said Harry slowly. "She will tell won't she." he said. It was a stament not a question.

With a sly smile on his face he went to sleep.