Chapter 9

Ron went to pick up Emmi, for the dance that night. They were going to be there an hour early then planed. Emmi had long ago agreed to help the Order with anything that she could, but Ron didn't like the thought of her being put into danger.

He reached the door and rang the bell.

Funny, I'm more worried about her answering the door then facing Voldemart. He thought. But that wasn't all that was on his mind. He still didn't tell Emmi anything about the night before. He wasn't sure if he was just afraid to tell her, or just didn't want to tell her, she shouldn't have to know this. Not on their special night. Yet, she could help, she's the only one at that school who can. It wasn't that she didn't want to know. Emmi had spent that entire day begging to know about the secret meeting that Malfoy had came in to announce, making the two run out of the library.

Emmi was the one who opened the door, and jumped out of the house, then stuck her head back into the door, "Yes Mum! I know! I'll be back by then! I promise." She paused to listen inside, "Okay, I will, promise." And slammed it.

She turned towards Ron who was staring at her. It was rather warm for the middle of Febuary (the seasons hardly change there) so he himself was only dressed in a suit and tie (it was a formal after all), nothing out of the ordinary. She, on the other hand, was wearing a thin gown that was jagged and went no farther then her knees. It was gold, and strapless, stitched together with pink seam. The back of it was laced together, and made it look intelligent as well as playful. Her hair was pinned up, and curled slightly, much different then how she wore it everyday, down and strait. Her make-up gave her a devilish look, she made her eyeliner curve. Although the converse sneakers did seem out of place.

Emmi's face fell slightly at his looks, "You don't think I out did it, do you? I thought the converses would equal it all out, does it just look tacky?"

Ron gave a crooked smile, "No, no I didn't mean it in a bad way. You look really pretty. That's all I meant. If I knew you were going to be this dolled up I could have put a better though to my tie."

Emmi reflected back his smile, "Well I must say you look dashing" she tried to fake the British accent.

Ron laughed. How could I ever be nervous around Emmi? He wondered. She's insane! Maybe that's why I like her so much?

The school was only a block away from her house. He took her arm and they started to walked. The fragrance around them was of wild roses, and the sun was just starting to set and bring out the night's first stars. Ron pulled on out of the rose bushes, and started to play with it's petals.

Emmi was just as nervous as Ron was, if not more.

"So what happened yesterday?" is starting a conversion. Silence was fine for Emmi, when it wasn't an award, 'someone say something' silence. And that's what she was hearing.

"Em, not this again."

"Ronald Weasley I demand you to tell me!"

"Shhhh! No one should know my real name?"

"What difference does it make anymore? I've been calling you Ron for a while now and you haven't said anything about it."

"Well not tonight, believe me, not tonight."

Emmi was getting impatience, "Why? You're not telling me anything about the Order? What's the big secret? Where is Voldemart? What's going to happen? And when?"

Ron pushed his bangs out of his eyes, and sighed, "He's coming tonight."

Her eyes filled with concern, "What!"

"A Death Eater tipped him off on where we were, and they know who's the third member. Tonight is the night that Voldemart hates the most, what better way to kill one of the few threats claming his power?"

"Tonight? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ron couldn't look at her, "It sounds silly, but I didn't want you to worry."

"Didn't you think I would find out?"

"I knew you would, but I wanted it to be held off for a while, I just didn't want to ruin tonight, of all nights."

"Why?" she guessed why, a long time ago, she knew for a while now. But she wanted to hear it from him.

"Well…" he still wasn't looking at her.

She was going to get it out of him before they met of with Voldemart. I'm not afraid of facing Voldemart, if I have to, but I really want to make sure this is all worth it, "Well?"

"Because, I," he said it in a voice that she couldn't hear, "I really fancy you. And as much more then a friend. You're a great person, and you love to smile. You make me feel better about being here. And about everything else in my life." He still wasn't looking at her.

That's what I wanted to hear. Emmi turned red and beamed.

"Ron, I-" she was cut of. He had then turned around and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips touched. There hearts beating faster and faster. It was a sensation like none other that Emmi or Ron had ever experienced. But Ron broke away as quickly as he came, a look of worry shown.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me and-"

Emmi leaned him down for a longer kiss. Neither of them wanted to brake away. As they did Emmi's eyes shined a light blue, "We'll be fine. We'll make it threw tonight."

"What makes you so sure?" Ron asked as he put the rose that he had de-thorn in her hair.

"Absolutely nothing," and they continued to walk hand in hand to' the school. For that one brief second, they really did have no care in the world, or what the future would hold.

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Draco walked into the school's gym ready to choke on all the pinkish, redness, and love. He agreed just as the others to come early to keep an eye out for the first sign of Voldemart. So far, nothing. All the pearly colors were making him uncomfortable.

All because of that no good platinum blood mudblood bitch! No! I don't really mean that. She had every right to be mad at me. But then again, no she didn't, not one at all. Everyone has there right to keep a secret, so why can't I? And that…Shane was completely out of control. It was a good thing that I stunned him, he could have really hurt me, or worse- her. That's the last thing I need on top of this is her getting hurt. Is it a good thing that she's not going to be with me tonight? Yes, maybe. It would protect her. But Lauren is the kind of girl who would like the challenge. I could see her laughing in Voldemart's face and saying 'This is the one you all fear?'. She could take the Dark Lord on, and win. After all, that old bat Dumbledore did say that nearly everyone in this school has a wizard's power. She could be like the rest of them, I could see that. Damn if I wasn't such a fool. A Bloody fool (great I'm starting to sound like the Weasel now!) I should have chased after her that day! And when we met. The things we said to each other. All over that Punkin Thing! I'd take every thing I ever did to her that would make her cry and burn it. But wouldn't that include me? I was such a friggin idiot to even try to have sex with Bridgett! She is such a baboon! I only did it to get my mind of Lauren, it only made it worse… Damn it!

Malfoy looked up and saw Ron and Emmi walking into the center of the gym. According to Draco, they were in a love trance. Even the Weasel can get the girl he wants. Draco you used to be the Sex God of Slytherin. Now you look at me. One girl and I'm mental! What makes her so different from the ones I would make-out with in the broom closets?

Ron and Emmi sat down next to him. They were holding hands under the table, as thought to rub it in Draco's face that he wasn't here with the one girl he'd like to be with. That's when it hit him, It's because I really do lik-love her.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Ron asked Draco.

Draco snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

"Dude, did you think up something?" Emmi questioned, her voice started to get shaky, and nervous.

Malfoy's collar got hot, "Weasley, I thought the Professor gave everything to you."

The three sat there, aware that they knew nothing of what they had to do for the future, when some one shot up from the small crowd, "I know what to do."

A/N: Cliffhangers!