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Tory jumped out of bed. It was Saturday and she was about to get back into her warm, fluffy bed when her small, silver alarm clock shivered and let out a shrill, hight wail. Topry slapped her hand onto the 'sleep' button and snatched the clock up. She held it level with her face and her eyes widened.

"Shit" she cursed under her breath.

For on the face of the clock showed a reminder that she had completely forgotten about. Mid-summers Ball, 7 to 9pm. Read the script scrolling across the face in curly, silver writing. Tory dashed across to her wardrobe and flung open the doors. Hung up neatly was an assortment of dresses, jeans, tops, robes and on a large built in shelf, there was a bag of makeup.

After an hour of searching for the perfect dress, Tory gave up. Hermione choose that moment to walk through the door. "Whoa, Tory. Looks like a bomb exploded in here." Hermione commented, her brown eyes wandering over the disregarded clothes on the floor.

"Hermione! Help! I comletely forgot about the ball, and I don't have anything to wear!" Tory wailed
"Well then lets go shopping, you dolt." Hermione smiled.

Tory, Hermione, Ginny and Lavender was wandering the streets of Hogsmeade. Hermione dragged Tory into yet another dress shop, and Ginny and Lavender kept walking, promising to meet up at The Three Broomsticks. As Tory entered the shop, her jaw dropped, literally. In the crowded shop were hundered of dresses, neatly but tightly packed, for every occasion. Hermione, claiming she needed yet another dress, scurried off in one direction, while Tory took the other.

After wandering amilesly for half and hour, trying on pretty dresses but never deciding on one, Tory was feeling a tad irritated. But as she rounded another corner, her breath was caught in her throat. For there, hanging in all it's beauty, was the most beatiful dress Tory had ever laid eyes on. It was a shimmering silk midnight blue dress, the skirt full and long, reaching to the ground. The neckline was square, coming down from the shoulders and going straight across her breastbone. The sleeves were semi see-through, but distinctly dark blue. They fell to the floor in soft folds. The back of the dress was laced up, from the top of the bodice, until it reached the skirt, where it was tied in a big silk bow. The dress also came with matching shoes that was satin, mighnight blue, with a small stiletto.Tory reached up and took the dress and the shoes in her arms.

"Oh Tory, that looks simply stunning!" Hermione cried, after seeing Tory in the dress. Tory did indeed look absolutly stunning. The dress also came with a matching jewlery set. So Tory was wearing a small saphire pendant around her neck that was shaped like a teardrop, backed in silver. From her ears dangled saphire teardrops, roughly the same size as the pendant, and on her head rested a Saphire and Diamond tiara. Ginny and Lavender choose that moment to walk into the clothes shop, in search of Hermione and Tory. "Yep, so elegant" Ginny commented.

"Right," said Lavender. "Whose up for some butterbeer?"

Draco and his best friend, Blaise, were wandering the streets of Hogsmeade. The boys turned into The Three Broomsticks and bumped into a group of girls. Tory stepped back and met the silver-gray eyes that were looking at her. Blaise nodded to the girls and side-stepped them, walking into the pub. Draco, however, stood there. Tory began to move around him, when his hand shot out and touched her arm. The touch was enough to halt her steps. "Masing. Want to go to the ball with me?" he asked suddenly.

"Uh… Yeah, okay" Tory replied, smiling slighly. Draco shot her a smile, not a smirk but a true smile, and bidded her goodday. Promising to meet her at the entrance hall at five to seven.

"Tory, leave it!" Hermione cried with exasperation. Hermione was doing Tory's hair for the night but Tory kept picking at it. This time Hermione had pulled Tory's hair into a French Bun, with a few curls around her face. Throughout the past hour, Hermione had fixed Tory's hair into a number of do's. First it was a 'half-pony', then a plait wound into a bun, then a fishtail plait, curls, hair down, hair up… "Let me do your hair then" Tory whined.

"I'm quite alright. I'm wearing my hair down." Hermione smiled. Tonight Hermione was wearing a sky-blue ball-gown. Around her neck was a topaz necklet and in her ears were topaz studs. She had a topaz and diamond braclet and her high stilettos were a perriwinkle blue. Ginny and Levender met the two in the Common room. The large room was a mass of purples, blues, pinks, greens, reds, whites, it was rainbow, basicly. "You both look great!" Ginny cried. Giving Hermione a quick hug, as not to wrinkle the dresses. Lavender was in white, her brown hair curled elegantly while Ginny was dressed in light green. Her red hair was piled on her head, pirridot clips held her hair in place. "Shall we go?" Hermione asked, holding out her arms. Lavender and Tory linked arms with Hermione and Ginny linked arms with Lavender. Together the girls made their desent down the stairs.

DM POV.

Draco Malfoy was waiting at the foot of the stairs. And her was loosing patience. Fast. Then came the faint sount of clattering heels and down came Hermione, Lavender, Tory (who was looking beatiful) and Ginny. Tory flashed him a smile as he held out his arm. She took it a together they entered the hall.

Classical music was wafting through the air as the couple entered. Draco found them a table and tried to make a conversation, but couldn't seem to focus on anthing other then Tory. Eventually, Tory stood up and said she was going to get something to drink. As she began to walk away, Draco grabbed her arm and whirled her back around. She was startled and beginning to tell him off, when he asked bluntly "Care to dance, Tory?"

"I guess so…" Tory said, smiling at him.

Draco pulled her onto the dance floor and slipped his arm around her slim waist. She followed his lead and they began to sway in time with the soft music. Tory closed her eyes and leaned into Draco as the music washed over her. They danced for what seemed for hours, until Draco muttered in her ear

"You look beauiful tonight"

Tory looked stunned, her eyes snapped open with shock.

Over on the side lines, Dean Thomas was watching the couple with narrowed eyes. "Look at him whispering sweet nothings into her ear. That should be me out there!" he said furiously to Seamus, who was at his side.

"Come off it, mate. You've been after her for at least two years but never done anything about it, why start now?"

"Because he is in Slytherin! Seamus. At least I'm in her house!"

"Whatever mate, I've got to go. Parvati's waiting" and with that, Seamus left his angry friend standing in the shadows. Suddenly, Dean began to smirk as Tory fled the hall.

Draco smiled fondly and leant in slightly. Tory, affronted, slapped him across the cheek. Hard. "You foul, evilsome little cockroach! I trusted you! I thought you were trying to be friends when you asked me to the ball! I should've known I was wrong!" she screeched, tears starting to well in her crystal blue eyes. And with that, the young brunette turned on her heel and fled the silent hall. Her date was left stunned, his cheek burning, his heart filled with remorse.

Dean quickly left the hall in search of his little princess. He darted in and out of empty classrooms, speeding down the hall in search of a sign of her, in search of anything. At last, while he was searching in the gardens, he heard it. A distant sobbing and the tinkle of water. Tory! By the Fairy Fountain, Dean thought, running towards the sound. And there, dress crumpled underneath her, was Tory sitting by the tinkleing fountain. She had her head on her arms and her shoulders were heaving. Dean hurried to her side and rubbed her back reasuringly. "Shh, it's okay" he whispered in her hair, giving her a quick hug. Tory looked at him with a tear-streaked face.

"Thankyou Dean," she said hoarsly.

"For what?"

"For being here. For helping" Tory gave him a small smile and turned to leave.

"Tory," Dean began.

"Yes?" Turning around, Tory looked at him with curious eyes.

"Well," he took a step closer. "I really, really like you." Another step. "A lot"

Tory stared at him with wide eyes. "I like you as a friend, Dean, nothing more."

Dean looked forlorn, "Do you like him?" he asked, his voice rising.

"Who?"

"Malfoy! Who else?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Tell me" Dean said forcefully.

"I.. No, I don't like him." Tory said, but her eyes told a different story.

"The truth, Tory" Dean caught the look in her eyes.

Tory shot him a glare, and shook her head.

Dean raised his hand and brought it down, aiming for Torys face.

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