A/N- I have had so much work I honestly haven't been on the computer (other than for school work) for more than five minutes in the past two weeks (I'M SORRY!). I'm back now though, and ready to write again. I've also decided that I will be making an alternate chappie sometime soon so if you requested it, you know that it's coming. More chapters are to come as soon as I have time. But now, to continue on with the story, THE NEXT CHAPTER! R/R!

The incantation had to be pretty powerful to remove the 5 foot spell from all 26 participants in Blind Date. That would probably explain why a few people got a little shock when the silver wand sparks hit them. "What kind of spell IS this?" Sirius asked, laughing as he felt himself get hit.

Nobody was really listening; they were too busy watching the wand sparks or their partners to see what would happen. Finally the last silver spark fizzled and went out. "Is it gone? Is the spell off?" Hermione asked hopefully, looking up from the floor that she had been focusing on during the spell.

Dumbledore nodded with relief. Professor McGonagall laughed as she saw how comforted he appeared to be now that his worries about causing havoc with the students were basically over. He didn't really think any of the embarrassing events of the Summoning Charm would have terrible effects on anyone, and he certainly wasn't really at fault. At least, no one could fully blame him for it.

"FINALLY!" Cissa exclaimed, walking away from Remmie over to Lucius without a hitch. "You think she's happy? Imagine how I feel to get rid of her," Remmie mumbled under his breath to Sirius. He started to laugh, but one glare from Lucius shut him up. He wasn't really in the mood to continue pushing his luck right now. He wouldn't want Dumbledore to give him detention, and as crazy an idea as he was, he wouldn't put it past the old man. He could be feisty at times, Sirius was sure.

"Thank god that's over," Ron said, walking over to where Hermione was standing with Harry and Ginny. Harry smiled sympathetically. Poor Ron had had pretty bad luck. And Hermione had had it even worse. She really deserved something good for putting up with Malfoy all night.

"Yeah, I really have to give you credit for handling Pansy like you did, Ron. I honestly wouldn't have expected it from you, no offense," Ginny said, actually proud of her brother for once. Ron rolled his eyes at the somewhat twisted version of a compliment, but he was happy all the same.

"But Hermione, I think you deserve the most reward out of all of us," Harry said truthfully, "Being stuck with Malfoy for a whole evening can't have been a picnic." Hermione grinned ruefully. It certainly hadn't been. The only thing that had made it tolerable was the fact that Ron had been around.

"I managed somehow," she said, keeping her reasoning to herself. Her eyes must have accidentally glanced over at Ron as she said it though, because Harry smiled as if he knew exactly what her reasoning was. "Ginny, can I talk to you for a second in private?" he asked, pondering what he had just realized fully for the first time.

Ron looked at Harry skeptically. Even though they were best friends and Harry was the most trustworthy, innocent person in the world, he still wasn't fully comfortable letting Ginny alone with him. She was his only little sister, after all. And it wasn't as if he had a girlfriend to base any experience on. But, figuring that he might as well let them, as it was only for a moment, he turned to distract himself by talking to Hermione as Harry and Ginny walked a few paces away to where the two couldn't hear them.

"What is it?" Ginny asked curiously, trying to read the expression on Harry's face with no success. "I've just realized something," he said, surprised at how natural the words sounded as he said them, "Ron and Hermione would make the perfect couple. And just think about it. If they went out, then all of your brothers would be off our back. Besides, it's so obvious that they like each other."

Ginny nodded, shaking her head at how naïve Harry could be sometimes. "Harry, everyone's know they'd be the perfect couple for ages," she pointed out, "And half of England has known that Ron has had a crush on Hermione. Maybe the only two who haven't are Hermione and Ron. But about Hermione liking Ron-I suspected, but that girl is very good at hiding her feelings. Tonight though, I think it all became clear."

"So will you help me set them up? I mean, they basically admitted they liked each other in Truth or Dare. But I think they need a little help to end up boyfriend and girlfriend," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

While they were trying to think of a plan, Ron and Hermione were casually talking. "Don't Harry and Ginny make the cutest couple?" Hermione asked, glancing over at them. Ron nodded reluctantly. They were a cute couple. They liked each other so much, and they also really looked good together.

But sometimes, Ron just hated the fact that his little sister had a boyfriend and he was all alone. It wasn't like he was jealous. It was just he was sick of all the love in his house.

To start off, there were his parents. Come on, they had had seven kids; Ron had seen them pretty affectionate. It made him want to throw up. Then there was Bill, the cool brother of the family. He and Fleur were so sickeningly open about their romance. When Fleur had stayed over during the summer he had heard them at it, and they were constantly staring into each other's eyes over breakfast.

Charlie he wasn't really sure about, since he was away in Romania most of the time. But he had always been a lady's man at school, what with being Quidditch captain and all, and Ron was sure it was no different now.

Fred and George had Angelina and Alicia, and the four of them were always together. It was obvious to anyone that the two girls were the perfect match for the twins. And now it was pretty clear to everyone that Ginny and Harry were an item.

It wasn't that Ron was jealous, it was just annoying. He could handle it. Just because he was the odd one out didn't make him any less of a wizard. And he certainly didn't care. He was not jealous. He was not jealous at all. "Ron, what's the matter?" Hermione asked, catching the look on his face.

"Nothing. I'm not jealous. Not at all," he repeated out loud. Hermione arched an eyebrow, challenging him. "Ron," she said, staring him in the face. "Okay, so I'm jealous!" he admitted, "I can't help it! Everyone in my family is paired off except me! It's just annoying! Harry is probably making it official asking out Ginny right now, and then I'll be just the only one!" Of course, neither of them knew that Harry and Ginny were actually plotting a way to get the two of them together.

Meanwhile, Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia hadn't moved from the spot where they had been before Dumbledore had removed the spell. They were perfectly happy the way they had been. The impartial gangster sock had been right about those two matches without a doubt.

"So what do you wanna do?" Fred asked, a little bored now that there was no action to watch with feuding mismatched couples, and they were in a big crowded room like the Great Hall. George seconded the idea that they definitely had to do something. It wouldn't be a dance if the Weasleys didn't make it memorable.

"Well, tell you what," Angelina said, winking at Fred, "I'll help you come up with some crazy idea if you dance with me." There was no hesitation when Fred said, "You're on," and they walked out to the middle of the dance floor. George and Alicia followed eagerly.

They were joined hardly a minute later by Seamus and Lavender, who had barely left the dance floor all night, and weren't about to start now. Padma and Dean were also dancing right near them. Like Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia, they didn't really care about the spell being off. They had gotten lucky.

"I'm personally ready for something to take my mind off Snape," Katie sniggered, winking at Oliver. Oliver was practically drooling. He hadn't needed the sock at all to tell him that Katie was his perfect match. "Hmm. Something to take your mind off Snape," Oliver thought quickly, "That'll have to be something really good, because I think we all got pretty much scarred for life with that view of him before."

Looking up, he caught Katie looking at him intently. "What? What is it?" he asked, nervously running a hand through his hair in case it was messed up and that was why she was looking at him. But she reached over and ruffled it back to the way it was before. There was nothing wrong with his hair. He was Oliver Wood. It didn't matter how he wore it; it always seemed to have that windswept, Quidditch-tousled look that James Potter had been famous for.

"Oliver?" she asked, smiling at him flirtily, "Do you want to go play some Quidditch?" Oliver looked up at the ceiling, noting that it was dark black and covered with stars. "Isn't it a little dark for Quidditch?" he asked, the full meaning of what she had said not quite sinking in.

Katie just smiled at him, arching an eyebrow mischievously. It took Oliver a second, but then he realized exactly what she meant. "OH! QUIDDITCH!" he exclaimed, causing a few people who had been standing near him to back away, "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I love Quidditch!"

Grabbing Oliver's hand, Katie walked quickly with him towards the door. On their way out, they had to walk by Fred and George and their dates. "Hey, where are you two going?" Alicia asked, grinning at Katie.

"Oh, we're off to play some Quidditch," Katie answered promptly. Angelina and Alicia, who had much better memories than the twins did sometimes, started giggling. "Isn't it a little dark for Quidditch?" George asked, not getting it yet. After Oliver gave him a pointed look though, he and Fred both got it.

"OH! QUIDDITCH!" Fred yelled excitedly, "Okay. I guess it's not too dark for that then. Have fun, you two!" Rolling their eyes, Katie and Oliver continued out of the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor dorms.

Across the room, Lucius and Cissa were talking to each other over champagne at the refreshment table. Cho was standing nearby pouting. Lucius was so hot; she just couldn't believe she had missed out on him. Sirius couldn't help noticing her pouting, and started to head over to her, presumably to initiate some crazy plot against Lucius involving the raven- haired girl.

"Oh no you don't, Sirius. Don't you dare," Remmie advised, grabbing the back of Sirius's shirt to restrain him from going over to her. Sirius turned around and gave the Remmie puppy dog eyes look that he was so good at. "Oh, but Remmie, please? I just want to mess with Lucius a little more tonight, and then I promise I won't mess with him for over a week!" he said trying (but not succeeding) to sound innocent.

Remmie shook his head profusely. "Not a chance, Sirius," he said, "You already set a record for detention when you were in school, and you're not going to set a record for alumni detentions too."

Sirius knew that he was probably right, but he had really wanted to do something to spice the dance up. Messing with Lucius through Cho would have been a good idea. But he could work without it. "Okay, Remmie. I promise I won't bother Cho at all. But only if you promise to help me do something to spice up the dance," he said, trying to use his negotiation skills.

Remmie couldn't help saying yes to that proposal. Sirius was a very persuasive person. Besides, Remmie knew that Sirius would get into much less trouble with whatever he decided to do if it didn't involve a student (especially not Cho, who seemed like trouble), and if he was helping him.

"YES! Thank you Remmie!" Sirius grinned, "Now come over to the refreshment table with me to get some champagne." Remmie winced. He had already seen Sirius drunk once during the course of the dance, and he wasn't too eager to repeat the experience so soon. He doubted that Snape had any more Sobering Potion made up and available.

"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper," Sirius said, interpreting the look on Remmie's face correctly, "I'm just going to have one glass. I can definitely handle one glass." Sighing, Remmie knew there was no arguing with that. Sirius could certainly handle one glass of champagne, as long as he stopped at one.

"Alright, we'll go get champagne. But I want you to promise me that you're only going to have one glass, and that you aren't going to mess with people's heads or play any crazy pranks to 'spice up the dance', okay?" Lupin relented, sounding far more like Sirius's professor than his best friend. He felt a little weird lecturing him, but he knew it was probably best after other events that night.
"Oh don't worry, I promise," Sirius responded without hesitation. With that, the two of them started heading over to the refreshment table. Unfortunately for him, Remmie didn't see Sirius's fingers crossed behind his back as he made his promise.