Ash night: Hope you had fun shopping. And come on, would I write the devil as anyone but him? I wouldn't screw up the storyline like that.

Lilshorty69: I think you meant for you to keep reviewing, not me =)

Dark Angels: The psychiatrist one will be in a series called the From a Hat series. You may have noticed the starter, Pairings from a Hat, Snape/Millicent, maybe I'll be quick and post chapter two, Harry/Hedwig...

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"It is time to remove your masks!" Dumbledore repeated, looking jolly as he pulled off his rooster mask. The devil stranger was nowhere to be seen. Ginny had entered just a second after him... where was he? She edged over to Ron, Harry and Hermione, still straining her eyes in the hope of developing x-ray vision to see through the throng, and find out who the devil was. She took off her mask and hoped to god the stranger would make himself visible. It made her blood boil, that he would know who she was but she wouldn't know about him. Ron clapped a hand on her shoulder.

"Ah, I'm sure that devil will turn up," He muttered. Ginny smiled. She had always expected her older brother to be overbearing and vicious when it came to boys, but he was surprisingly friendly. Ginny supposed Hermione must have talked to him, warned him about saying anything to restrict Ginny from a social life. She silently thanked Hermione for it, allowing herself to be led from the room by her brother, craning her neck to see a glimpse of the stranger.

She entered her dorm with Lauren, who would not stop going on about a seventh year she had danced with.

"It's so great, you know, older men," She had said. "They're so much more mature..."

Ginny gave her a look behind her back. One night of dancing with a boy who was barely a year older than she was, and she thought she was all that. Ginny hated people like that, and resisted the urge to use magic to conjure up a group of slimy toads to lay in wait under the covers of her bedclothes. She watched as Lauren stretched pompously and closed the bathroom door with her pyjamas, to get changed for bed.

"I'm so tired from all that dancing with that seventh year..." She said. "I wouldn't be surprised if I fell straight to sleep... to tell you the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if he asks me out tomorrow."

"How will he know who you are?"

"The mask removing, dur Gin! Seriously, sometimes I think I'm the looks and the brains in this twosome!"

"Then you'd know who he is?" Ginny said, feeling hot rage gather in her throat, her hand twitching from the effort of stopping herself casting that toad spell.

"No... I couldn't see his face, he was turned away from me."

"I would be too, stop myself from seeing your disgusting face." Ginny muttered, not caring whether it was true or not, she needed to release anger, badly.

"What was that?"

"I said that's a shame."

"Yeah, it was." Lauren said, exiting the bathroom and letting Ginny go in. "He was a great dancer, too. I mean, the tail got in the way, but he was good."

Ginny's hands faltered on her dress. Lauren had been dancing with her stranger? Of course. When he was talking about looking for the person he liked, he had meant Lauren. How could she be so conceited to think that any tall, dark and handsome stranger with an annoyingly familiar voice could be interested in her?

"You danced with the devil?"

"Devil? No, he was dressed as a lion. A bit too fuzzy, but I could stand it."

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Still, that didn't mean that the devil-boy liked her, but at least he didn't like Lauren. All boys liked about her were her looks. And didn't she just know it. Every day she pointed out to people how toned her stomach was, how shiny her hair was, and how long her legs were. It made Ginny physically ill. (A/N: I actually know a guy like this. He is worse though. Much, much worse.)

"So, I saw you dancing with a devil," Lauren said through the door. Ginny exited and pulled her bedclothes over her shoulders. "Who was that?"

"I don't know, I couldn't see him at the removal."

"Oh well. He could probably see you. He'll be in love with you by tomorrow."

In the dark, Ginny smiled. For all Lauren's ego, she was a really nice girl.

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Draco Malfoy entered his common room and gave the thumbs up to Crabbe and Goyle, who stayed back due to flu.

"Dance with anyone good?" Crabbe said.

"Mmm." Draco said. "This girl. Good figure. Didn't see her once she'd taken off the mask, though."

"Bummer..." Goyle said, walking up the stairs to the dormitory, Draco and Crabbe following closely behind. They changed for bed silently, taking it in turns to use the bathroom. Draco exited the bathroom in his pyjamas, and jumped onto his bed, not bothering with covers. He closed his eyes, but felt something digging into his back. He pulled out a headband with two red horns attached, and threw it absently into the corner.