Chapter Two.

Ginny sat awaiting Hermione's answer. She could have been lying, but that wasn't like her best friend.

Hermione was as honest as ...um that muggle Abraham Something...Or whatever the hell his name was.

She lied on her bed contemplating her miserable life. Sometimes she just hated being a princess. Being a princess was too much of a duty, it wasn't just attending fancy parties and going on royal vacations.

IT meant marrying against your own will.

And that wasn't her idea of going about life.

Hermione came rushing in, flushed from the cold night air.

"Ginny! Ginny!" she gushed happily.

Ginny felt her heart swell. This had to mean something good.

"Ginny he said to meet him tomorrow night at midnight in the middle of the field by the roses if you really love him."

"Oh my Goodness Hermione you know what that means?" said Ginny, excitedly.

Hermione felt her heart sink. She knew Ginny loved Harry dearly but if she couldn't make it...

"That means it's the day of meeting Draco!"

"What?" said Hermione, feeling her plan fail.

"That's the best way of brightening up my day! I so love you !" said Hermione hugging her best friend gleefully.

"I can't wait!" she gushed. "Life is becoming more of a dream come true!"

"Yes," agreed Hermione, "It is."

The Next Morning

"Hermione..." wailed Ginny. "It's the day of the meeting!"

Hermione woke with a start. She lived in the bedroom next to Ginny because Ginny's parents let her. The King and The Queen were like her second parents.

"What?" she said rushing into the room.

"I need help picking my outfit!" wailed Ginny. "Something that won't turn ugly after a long while. Before Midnight," She add sneakily.

Hermione smirked.

"Oh yeah, and you have to borrow an outfit your self."

Hermione was shocked. "Ginny, I can't..." she gasped.

"Oh yea you can and you will," said Ginny, opening her closet.

There was a variety of dresses.

Hermione chose a dress for Ginny that was midnight blue spaghetti strap dress.

Ginny chose Hermione a white dress that went up to her knees. It looked beautiful on her.

"Ok, we'll put these on after lunch," concluded Hermione.

"Ok," said Hermione, heading down to breakfast.

Plates were already situated for them at the table. Plates filled with bacon and eggs and a tall glass of orange juice.

The king and the queen were conversing in whispers when the girls came in.

"So Gin," started the queen, "are you excited?"

For some reason Ginny thought she saw Hermione flush angrily at this and a wave of hurt filled her eyes but the moment passed.

"Um, yeah, I am I guess," said Ginny, smirking at Hermione.

"Oh, yeah you finally convinced our little girl to love her husband?" said The King, taking the smirk as something different.

"Sure, sure, he's handsome, intelligent, tall, charming, his grey eyes are beautiful and wolf like..." trailed off Ginny.

"Ok, that's nice," said the Queen happily.

After Lunch

"SO Ginny, you think we should put on our dresses?" gushed Hermione, anticipating how she would look. She always wanted to wear a princess dress.

Well, isn't that what everyone wants?

Everyone except Ginny, that is.

"Yeah, I guess we could," said Ginny, trying to hide her excitement.

Ginny went to go change. Her hair went perfect with the dress and she had an air of mystery about her.

Hermione secretly hoped Draco wouldn't fall in love with her.

Because Hermione was sure that if she was a boy she would fall in love with Ginny herself.

"Are you ready?" said Ginny, magically fixing her hair. She knew Hermione was supposed to be her hair dresser, but she didn't want to look too stunning yet.

She was saving it for the boy she really loved.

"Yeah!" said Hermione, in excitement.

Ginny gasped. Hermione looked beautiful. She was up to Draco's standard in looks, most definantly.

He was sure to fall for her the moment she saw him.

Hermione didn't tell Ginny that she invited Ron and Harry over for the occasion.

She wanted to keep it as a surprise.

Hermione gasped.

"Gurl you look great!" they chorused excitedly.

"Shall I take thee Lady to the ball room?" said Hermione, linking arms with her.

"Yes, you shall," said Ginny curtseying. They laughed and met the ball room with their eyes.

In the corner was Harry and Ron, talking with the king and queen over a glass of wine and apparently gambling in cards.

IN the next corner was Draco, talking to his mother and father, the king and queen and smirking.

Hermione's heart flew off her chest and her insides were lost.

HE looked so handsome in a black tuxedo and his pale blond hair. He was stunning, and any girl wouldn't be able to resist him.

Ginny was able. She was staring at Harry and Hermione saw Ginny's heart in her blue eyes. IT was obvious that Ginny was in love with Harry, whoever looked better than him. Her heart belonged to Harry.

Draco smirked and walked over to Ginny, his hands in his pockets.

"Not bad for a poor chick," said Draco, raising an eyebrow at Hermione.

Hermione was hurt. But she was strong and she didn't show her feelings. She glared at him and said, " You are absolutely despicable and the title of the prince does not belong to you."

Hermione stalked away with her nose up in the air.

But Draco was too quick for her.

"You have no right to talk to a prince that way," said Draco, totally forgetting about Ginny.

Ginny didn't care she was staring at Harry.

"I can talk to you however I want," said Hermione.

Draco held out a hand to stop her. He grabbed her wrist.

"You are nothing but a lowly village girl. Your beauty doesn't belong to you, it belongs on someone who deserves it," he spat.

Hermione was touched that he called her beautiful but really angry never the less.

"I hate you," she said.

Draco took one last look at her with a quick look of longing and chased after his princess.

"Care for a dance, young Lady?" drawled Draco.

Ginny smirked.

"You like her, don't you?" said Ginny slyly.

Step ONE to getting them to fall head over heels for each other.

"No way, she's not up to my standards," said Draco, but he unconsciously glanced at her.

"Yeah, ok," said Ginny.

Ginny took a glance at her too and saw that she was laughing with Ron and dancing with him

Oh, how Ginny longed to be dancing in her real prince's arms...

Hermione winked at Ginny and pointed to the clock.

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