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The morning after the Potter's ball and everyone had their own ways of getting back to everyday life. Daughters were sneaking back into their houses through windows. Young men were wondering through the cobblestone streets, thinking of their latest love. The older men and women take their sobering potions and try to forget most of what happened from the night before.

Over in the Malfoy Manor, Ginny blinks away the sleep in her dank room. Looking around, she can't remember why she was back here. Shouldn't she be with Harry? When she stands up and the blankets that were around her fall to the ground, she notices what she's wearing, a dirty dress that could have been purple at one point. It was severely torn and barely covered her. That's when the events, all the events, from the previous night came flooding back.

Draco telling her about Narcissa and chasing her into the woods.

Finally breaking down in a small clearing.

Meeting her fairy godmother and getting a new dress for the ball.

Dancing with Harry. Talking with Harry. Laughing with Harry.

"Ohh, no." Ginny mumbled as she sank back onto the bed with her head in her hands.

"We were wondering when you would wake up." A voice said from the stairway.

Removing her head from her hands, Ginny watched as Charlie, Fred and George walked over to her bed.

"How was the ball?" Fred asked. He warily eyed the dress' state, but didn't comment. Ginny was great full that he didn't.

"It was fine." Was her feeble response to the question. She knew they wouldn't be satisfied with that answer, but for now, that's all she could come up with.

"That's it? Fine? Ginny, that's a little hard to believe." Fred said. They were all sitting on her bed and still looking from the ruined dress to Ginny's disastrous hair, then back to her face, (which once again had tear stains and scratches from her run).

"Last night you were so excited to go and dance and see Harry. Now, well, it doesn't look like you had very good time." Charlie said as he pulled her blanket around her shoulders.

"I had a great time, really. Just, I don't know, can't you guys just leave me alone?" Ginny pleaded. She had a headache and just wanted to go back to sleep. Even though it probably wouldn't do much since Narcissa will have her cleaning the house soon enough.

"We'll leave once you tell us what happened. We all woke up this morning to you sprawled out on your bed with mum's dress in shreds. To say we were worried wouldn't even come close to how we felt." Charlie told her, trying to make her feel guilty since that's usually the only way to get Ginny to talk about something personal or that she doesn't want to.

"Did you see Prince Harry? Wait; is he why you're like this? Did he do something? I swear, when I get my hands on that little son of a bi-" Ginny's laughter made George's rant to stop.

"Harry didn't do anything." She admitted shaking her head. "It was just, nothing really."

"Ginny," Fred whined. His puppy eyes were trained on her, but she was to used to them.

"I just tripped. That's all."

"You tripped." George didn't sound convinced and the other two didn't look it. But Ginny had that determined face on and they all knew that's all they would get out of her. For now at least.

At the Hogwarts castle, breakfast had been served over two hours ago. But that didn't mean the prince had to get up. No sir-ee.

Harry had woken up early and after several hours deliberating, he came to the conclusion that last night really had happened and he would probably never see Cinderella or Ginny or whatever her name was, ever again.

It didn't matter that they always served Harry and Orion's favorite breakfast food after balls, (as a reward for them being forced to attend). And it didn't matter that Harry had gotten Orion royally pissed off when he refused to get up. All that mattered right now was that the curtains were shut tight, the pillows were soft, and the comforter was warm.

Knock, knock.

Harry heard the knocking, but didn't answer. He assumed it was his parents or Orion or all three, there to drag him out of bed and his misery. They would tell him she's only a girl and there are lots more attractive women out there he could have. And he would tell them that no girl could compare to Ginny, blah, blah, blah.

He really didn't feel like going through all that at the moment.

"Harry?" A head topped with sandy blonde hair looked around the wooden door and towards Harry's bed.

Harry grunted in response.

"It's Uncle Remus, can I come in?" Harry grunted again and Remus realized that's probably the best answer he'll get.

Walking over to the king size bed that lay in the middle of the gold and maroon room, Remus cautiously sat and stared at this boy who was so obviously heart broken, it was kind of pathetic.

"Harry? I'm leaving now and wanted to say bye."

"Bye." Was all he got. He didn't even move to look at him before he took off again.

"Is that it? You know it could be a bit before you see me again." He reminded the younger kid.

Harry just shrugged. The first movement he made in almost a whole hour.

Remus was getting mad now. If this kid who he helped raise before he moved away, couldn't appreciate him enough and give him a stupid hug before he left, then Harry will have to wait till he comes back to visit. He didn't have time for this sort of thing.

Standing up, the blonde strode purposely to the door. When he opened it and was about to walk out, he looked back and couldn't help but smile. The scene of Harry unmoving on his bed for hours on end, completely stuck on a person reminded him oh-to-well of James when he was running after the one girl who could easily refuse him. Now look at him. Married to the one girl who could easily refuse him. Remus didn't have a choice now. He would have to go and get Harry back on his feet to find his girl.

"Come on Harry. This is ridiculous. If you like her so much go and FIND HER!" He yelled the last part as he snatched away all the blankets.

"Hey!" Harry yelled. He was actually sitting up now and looking dazedly at Remus. Sitting up to fast had caused him a tiny head rush.

"You need to get up out of bed and go find this girl. You won't be happy until you do and I know that everyone else who lives here hates to have grumpy Harry walking around." He said sternly.

"But it's hopeless. I don't even know where she's from! I'll never be able to find her." He sighed and fell back onto the bed.

"Oh, no you don't." Remus grumbled. He took Harry's ankle and pulled him completely off the bed. "Try first. If you still can't find her after a week, then you are more then welcome to stay in bed and feel sorry for yourself."

"I don't know how to find her."

Remus smiled at him. "Finally, we're getting somewhere." Helping Harry off the floor, they sat side by side on the bed. "Now tell me everything you know about her."

"Her name in Ginny and she has big feet."

"Big feet?"

It was Harry's turn to smile. "Her shoe fell off when she was running out."

"Do you have it?" Remus asked.

Harry nodded and reached over his bed. Remus assumed it was on the floor on the other side of the bed but surprisingly, Harry reached under one of the pillowcases and produced a delicate glass shoe with a small heel. He raised his eyebrows at the stalkerish type thing, but brushed it off when he remembered him, James and Sirius all did the same thing at one point or another.

"Harry," He smiled as he looked over theshoe in his hand. "I think I have a way to get Ginny back,"

"Gin, Narcissa wants to see you." Bill said as him and the rest of the Weasley family came down into the basement.

Ginny had changed into her regular clothes and was planning on going up there in an hour or two. She hadn't really expected Narcissa to want to see her so soon.

"Thanks Bill." She raced up the stairs and unconsciously went through all the shortcuts and secret doors to get to Narcissa's room as quickly as she could.

Only a few minutes and Ginny knocked on the intricate door and timidly stepped in. She wasn't actually nervous around the blonde woman, but Ginny suspected she liked to feel like she had control over everyone.

"You called, Narcissa?" She said quietly.

"It's about time." The woman was sprawled on a chaise lounge, expertly doing nothing. "My daughter and son tell me you didn't go home with anyone last night. I actually heard you come in just after midnight." She sat up on the chair and glared at Ginny. "That is simply unacceptable. I sent you there so we could make some more money. You can never have enough."

"I'm sorry." Ginny said although inside she was seething with anger.

Narcissa laid back down. "Why do I even try? Obviously nothing productive came from you leaving last night. I'm very disappointed. I gave the other red heads the day off, so you can clean the entire manor by yourself."

If Ginny didn't have as much self-control her jaw would have dropped to the floor in shock. The whole manor! That would take her two days to do by herself.

Although if she had less self-control then she would have ended up strangling Narcissa.

"You can leave now." Narcissa said in her natural snotty attitude.

Hours and hours later, it was almost time for dinner. Ginny was in the kitchen, preparing the meal when the mail dropped in the mix for the apple pie Wisteria requested.

"Stupid bird." She mumbled as she fished the letters out of the sticky dough.

She meant to put them on the little table by the door that led to the kitchen, where the mail went every day, but she was stopped by a piece of folded paper that fell from the pile.

Picking it up, she noticed the crest for the Hogsmeade royal family and stared at it with wide eyes.

Harry wouldn't write to her. He doesn't even know where to write. Right?

Maybe it's just a thank you for attending the ball. Nothing personal just thanks and see you again!

But curiosity and nerves made Ginny put down the other letters and open this one. If anyone found out she knew the prince then questions would come up about how they met and that could get lots of people she loved into trouble.

Dear Residents of Hogsmeade,

Tomorrow and tomorrow only, Prince Harry and Lord Orion will be going house to house to personally meet and talk to everyone of the town. We ask that any women who had attended the ball last night to please stay at home tomorrow and wait for them to visit. Thank you very much and have a lovely evening.

"Ginny! Get the door!" She looked up when her name was called. She put the letter on the table, planning on retrieving it later, and stood up to hurry to the front door. She would have to think about the letter later.

As soon as the door swung close behind her, Draco stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the kitchen. He gingerly picked up the letter that had just been read by Ginny. His infamous Malfoy smirk came back to life on his face as he read the lines on the paper.

Instead of putting it back, he pocketed it and made his way to the bedroom where Narcissa was helping his sister get ready for a date, who had apparently just arrived.

When he walked into the room, it looked like Wisteria was about to have a heart attack. She was dressed and had her make up on and her hair was ready, but she lost her shoes. And no other shoes went with the black dress. Personally, Draco thought she was absolutely mental, but what can he do.

"Mother, I have something that might interest you." He said, handing the letter to Narcissa.

She read over the words and a sinister smile played on her lips. "Draco, darling, don't tell your sister, but you're my favorite. This is perfect."

"Okay, I'm ready." A breathless Wisteria said as she pulled on her last shoe.

"Dear," Her mother said sweetly. "How would you like to marry the prince?"

A/N: There's another chapter. Wow! I'm almost done this story. Only a few more chapters to go. I hoped you liked it.

By the By: I just wanted to put out there that even though I don't mind getting bad reviews or people telling me how I can improve my writing or the story or something, I don't like getting flames, (cough-Son of Sev-cough). The one I got must have been at least two pages long! Seriously, if you don't like my story, then don't read it. It's as simple as that.

Anyways! Now that I got that out of the way, thanks to everyone who left nice reviews, I could always use some more. And for anyone who hasn't reviewed…what are ya waiting for!

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