Ok, well here is the Halloween Ball as promised, and that should make everyone happy. And this chapter should be a bit longer. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Jet, The Killers, or Yellowcard because if I did I would be married to Longineau W. Parsons III and would not be writing fan fiction.

5 days later…Halloween

Jocelyn played with the hem on her aqua blue dress as she waited to see Rhymes. Soft brown curls framed her face and the dress brought the blue in her eyes. She felt pretty; she just hoped Seamus would feel the same. Rhymes came out of the restroom then. She was wearing a red, glittering 20s flapper's dress with red heels. She and Fred were going as a mobster and little jazz killer. Jocelyn and Seamus were going as an ice angel princess and her knight.

"Shall we?" Rhymes asked, her reflecting her excitement.

"Yes, lets," Jocelyn replied.

The two girls walked down the dorm stairs and saw their dates waiting for them at the bottom. Fred was wearing a pinstriped suit and hat, the small bruise left from his black eye adding authenticity to his costume. Seamus had on an outfit that looked a lot like Aragorn's coronation outfit from the Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, except blue.

"Ladies," Fred said, tipping his hand.

"Wow, Jocelyn, you look gorgeous," Seamus said, standing stunned.

Ron and Gabriella appeared a moment later, Gabriella as Jasmine and Ron as Aladdin (complete with magical talking Abu). Harry was going with Hermione but they didn't feel like dressing up so they just were going in their dress robes.

"Well, are we ready?" Harry asked. They nodded and left the common room together. The ball was to be after the feast and Dumbledore had booked 3 good wizarding bands that also were popular with muggles: Jet, Yellowcard, and The Killers. As was accustomed, the feast was fantastic. The younger students were reluctant to leave but shuffled out grumpily when McGonagall threatened to throw them all in detention. The Killers were the first band to perform and they opened with 'Mr. Brightside'.

The girls were the first to go out and dance, the Fred and George both went out to dance with Rhymes and watch out for Tom, who was lingering too close for comfort. Gabriella forced Ron onto the floor during 'Jenny Was A Friend of Mine' and Harry and Seamus sat out until Rhymes and Jocelyn dragged them out for 'Somebody Told Me'.

Then Tom decided to strike, he didn't want to hex anyone for now, all he wanted was one last chance to win Rhymes over tonight, before he did what he was sent to do and be forced to disappear. Tom went over to where Fred, George, and Rhymes were dancing. Fred and George blocked him from approaching her.

"May I please speak with her?" Tom asked curtly, getting tired of these macho boyfriend games that Fred was doing. Clearly anyone could beat the shit out of this particular Weasley brother, but he still considered himself to be strong.

"Just let him, supervise if you want," Rhymes said. Fred nodded and the twins let Tom through, but stood on either side of Rhymes prepared to slap his hands away if he tried to touch her.

"I would like to apologize Ms. Black, my behavior was unacceptable, and I would like to ask you for a dance."

"Ha! You're funny! NO!" Rhymes laughed. "I accept your apology and would like for you to get the hell away from me before I'm forced to hex you." She stood there expectantly, waiting for Tom to leave. Tom scowled, turned on his heel, and stalked over to the tables on the edge of the dance floor. There was where he saw Harry Potter, sitting alone. He decided to take a bit of a chance and sat next to him.

"Why're you alone Potter?" he asked nonchalant.

"Why do you want to know?" Harry grumbled in reply, glaring sideways at the Malfoy scum.

"Well, I'm alone because I have feelings for one girl and she does not return my feelings," Tom said.

"She's too good for you," Harry said fiercely, feeling protective of Rhymes. She trusted people too easily, she may have thought that Tom was just a harmless lovesick little puppy with a strange infatuation with her, but Harry knew better, no Malfoy would be harmless. Tom smirked at the anger in Harry's voice.

"Ah, do we have some unrequited love?"

"No, not at all actually."

Tom sat there in silence, trying to think of something to say, but Rhymes kept clouding his mind, mostly because she was walking out of the hall on Weasley's arm. She was smiling, her eyes dancing with happiness, Tom felt another pang in his frosty heart and that seemed to melt it a bit.

"Fred, can we go back to the butterfly room?" Rhymes whispered as they left the hall and began walking up the stairs back to the common room.

"Of course," he replied. They walked through the torch lit corridors arms around each other. Rhymes was absentmindedly humming the Yellowcard song that had been playing last, and ironically it was "Avondale". As they walked past one of the many suits of armor lining the walls she began singing the song in a low voice, almost a haunting, grim voice.

If you're gonna rip my heart out

Would you use a knife that's dull and rest in color

(Once I die)

Then there'll be no way for you cover that scar

It's hard, I know

And if I get a little blood on you

Finally the world will know you're guilty

(Know you're wrong)

Of taking everything you've gotten from me

No heart

It's hard, I know

Then she skipped the rest of the song until the last verse before the ending chorus, and a feeling swept over her that something bad was going to happen, she just didn't know when or how.

Living like a fairy tale

The mighty king of Avondale

It all went to his head this royalty

I stuck a knife into his back

Inventiveness is what I lack

He's always hanging up on loyalty.

Fred looked at her and saw the concern in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked. She seemed to snap back to reality then.

"O, nothing, I was just thinking about how depressing and morbid that song is." Fred nodded, not quite believing her, but not wanting to argue at this point in time.

When they got to the room Rhymes laid on the warm, dewy grass, Fred lay next to her.

"Fred," Rhymes whispered.

"Yea baby?"

"I love you," she whispered, smiling at him.

"I love you too."

Fred leaned over and kissed her. Their kiss deepened, and they began getting closer then they had at the lake.

"Fred, Fred, stop," Rhymes said, only half meaning her words. Fred got one last nip at her neck before backing off. He smiled at her and laughed.

"I think you might have a hickey tomorrow," he whispered.

"Ok, why are you whispering?"

"It makes me think I a sexy bugger."

"But you are a sexy bugger."

"To you maybe, but about my other girlfriends?"

"We are so horribly disgusting," Rhymes laughed. Fred nodded and Rhymes lay her head on his shoulder and took his hat.

Jocelyn and Seamus walked slowly along the moonlit lake after getting bored with the dance.

"Hey, Jocelyn, Rhymes told me you liked me," he said bluntly. The conversation he had had going in his head was better then what he was now saying.

"Figures, and she told me you liked me too."

"Yea, well I do," Seamus said. Jocelyn froze in her tracks, stunned and still trying to get the words registered.

"You…You…What?"

"I like you," he said again, turning to face her. He smiled at her. She didn't waste this opportunity and just kissed him. Seamus thought 'this didn't go exactly as I had planned, but this works too'.

Seamus and Jocelyn separated and smiled.

"One more time?" Seamus asked.

"Why not?"

They came together again.

Tom followed Harry up the stairs to his dorm.

"What do you want from me?" Harry cried, facing Tom, who smiled maliciously. Harry recognized that smile and froze in fear.

"Your blood."

Tom pulled a knife from under his cloak and forced it into Harry's stomach. Voldemort would never resort to such a crude way of death, but Tom Riddle liked his victims to suffer, not just die. Harry felt his breath leave him and crumpled to the floor. Tom smiled and walked away.

Harry couldn't get his legs to lift him, and he couldn't find his voice to scream. He just felt warm sticky blood draining from him and he was becoming weaker as time wore on.

For an hour he lay bleeding before someone stepped on his leg. He gave a stifled cry, finally waking up. Ron looked down at him, Gabriella and Hermione at his side.

"Hi Harry. Wait, what the fuck! You're bleeding!" he cried as Hermione ran off and Gabriella kneeled next to him and tried to stop the blood. In this time Harry was able to give Ron a 'I think I've noticed I'm bleeding' look. Hermione soon appeared with Prof. McGonagall pressing after her.

"Potter!" she exclaimed, conjuring a stretcher and trying to close his wound with magic. He felt the blood stop, but then it all went black. McGonagall guided him to the hospital wing, Ron, Gabriella, and Hermione in tow.

Jocelyn met Rhymes and Fred in the common room after she and Seamus had gotten back from seeing Harry.

"Rhymes! Harry's been attacked!"

"By who?"

"Tom Malfoy."

Ok, I think that's enough for now. The next chapter is the end of part one and I am really sorry for the random overdose of fluffiness in this chapter, I must be ill. Anyway, R&R and I will love you forever and buy you your favorite Harry Potter character (that isn't Fred) off of EBAY and send them to you!

Rhymes