A/N: Sorry about the lateness. My Mom wanted me to "share the computer," so apparently that meant that I couldn't get on. In this chapter I'm making some references from the season 6 episode, Hyde School Reunion. But in my storyline, that exact episode never happened. I'm just tweeking some things that I remember from it, to make this plot. This chapter is a play on the T.V. show, "One Tree Hill."

PrUe AnD AnDy!: Thank you!

The-Cheese-Fairy: Aw! I squealed when I read your review! That was so sweet of you to say! Heh, Dane, yeah...you'll just have to wait and see. ;)

RJF: I cracked up reading the latter part of your review! Yeah, it's nice to know there are still some nice guys out there who aren't part of the made up T.V. world. This plot will effect the future of my story in a lot of ways and it's helping to lead off to the big finale. So you'll have to pay close attention. But I will tell you that whether Persia repeats her mother's past depends a lot on whether or not the past can come back to help her. (You'll see what I mean soon.) I know! I love that Paige almost always wears the pentacle necklace, but I wish the others had a Triquetra something or other. (I plan to give all the kids a Triquetra something, like how I had each of them sporting one in the future during Charmed At Last.) Yep, damn writers. But then again, Prue was off stealing the show at Piper's wedding too. But she should've at least taken pictures at the end. And like I told Laur, you'll just have to wait and see with Dane. I'm slowly exploring his personality and you'll see that progressively through this chapter. (Hmm, have I said too much already?)

Piper xox Leo: LOL Actually, I do sneak some more in there at the beginning of this chapter. :) Thanks for the encouragement! BTW, I got your e-mail and I think that's horrible! So I checked the rules which were last updated in June and it still says it allows reviews. So I'm gonna keep replying to my reviews until they "update the rules."

Prince Halliwell: No! I never said that guys couldn't write! It's just that...I don't know a lot of them who write well. Before I joined FFN, the only two guys I knew whose writing I loved to read were my two guy friends who happen to both be gay. And then there was you and I liked your writing. Kudos! (Not that I'm trying to say you're gay, don't get me wrong there.)

moonfirefairy: No, Persia isn't going to end up pregnant.

damien455: Ugh, I dunno. You might not want the rest of your Prom to end up like Persia's.

GuevaraX5452: Whoa! Three reviews and two of them were pretty long, sweet! Brandon and Pearl are sort of a mix of the Piper/Leo and Prue/Andy relationships, but they do have their uniqueness. ;) And you can't kill Duvay just yet, maybe just a wound? lol I'm not sure what I'll do with him quite yet though. And Pearl was just a brat while she had Isis' all powerful abilities. In all fairness, Paige did tell her...Hmm, Patty and Grams, I'll think about it. I'm still not done writing the finale, so possibly? And yeah, Pam is still jealous of Persia. And sure, I don't mind at all if you e-mail me. :-D

chyp: lol I'm not great with heights (as I am rather small, so everything is taller to me), so I guess it'll have to do.

peanut2lb: Yes! You got back in time to see the finale! I read your fic from my phone, but as I said, my Mom has been making me "share the computer," so I haven't had a chance to review. She's irritated at me right now, so I might have to review later tonight. But thanks for reviewing and I loved your latest chapter!

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 30: One Tree Halliwell

A red satin heel with a diamond strap stepped daintily out onto the sidewalk, in front of Baker High. Following it, came a matching shoe, and a down pour of the base of a satin dress. Persia placed a graceful hand into Dane's palm as he helped her from the backseat of the white limo that he had rented to drive them to and from the Prom.

"Milady," Dane smiled as he shut the limo door behind his date.

"You're so sweet," Persia gushed as he wrapped his arm around her.

"Why thank you," the auburn haired teen replied in a gentlemanly tone. They reached the front doors and he handed their tickets to the chaperones, before making their way through thetasseled curtain that hung in the entry way andinto the gymnasium at Baker High School.

Persia's breath was caught in her throat, as she gazed at the brilliant sight. The room had been completely cleared on any trace of gym equipment, lunch tables, bleachers, and school flyers. Brightly colored streams hung fancily on the walls, connected to bushels of multi-colored balloons, and a huge banner read hung on the far wall announcing this year's Prom. Small tables draped with delicate cloths in the school colors dotted the room, each with either a flower or lighted floating candle centerpiece. The stage had heavy velvetine curtains tied to the sides of the stage with large, beaded ropes. Lights glistened over the performing band on the stage, while several couples attended a slow dance on the dance floor. On the right side of the room, a large table with several varying bowls of different colored punches sat with napkins,paper cups, and paper plates. At the endof the table on the floor was an ice chest with cold sodas. Waiters and waitresses dressed appropriately in black and white wandered the room with trays of scrumptious snacks.

"It's not as beautiful as you," Dane whispered, allowing his warm breath to wisp past the base of her neck.

The Halliwell could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Stop it," she whispered playfully as she swatted his arm.

"Care to dance?" Dane as, as the current song came to an end.

"I'd love that," Persia smiled. Of course the next song wasn't a slow one and so she and Dane didn't get very close during their dance.

"Uh oh, I smell trouble," Dane whispered as the song came to a close several minutes later. He quickly plastered a smile onto his face, as he wrapped an arm around Persia and pulled her close to his side.

"Dane!" A high, chipper voice rang out as golden blonde approached the couple. She wore a form fitting royal purple ball gown and a pair of shimmery sandaled heels added an extra two inches to her height. She had icy cerulean eyes and full, pouty pink lips. "Persia," she said addressing the Halliwell with an icy tone.

"Marsha," Dane greeted as he held out a welcoming hand.

"What? I don't get a hug?"

Persia slid away from Dane's grasp and gave him a simple nod of her head.

Dane's face darkened a little as he gave Marsha a quick hug. "How're things with you?"

"They're good, really good!" The blonde flashed a smile in the direction of a young brunette male at the punch table. "I came with David and we've been having a glorious time!" She wiggled her fingers at her date.

"That's nice."

"How about you?" Marsha asked cheekily.

"Actually, Persia and I just got here," Dane replied as he beckoned for Persia to come back to him.

"Oh, I see." The blonde's voice was dripping with disgust. "It's nice that you were able to find a date so soon after we broke up," she hummed.

"It appears to be a good thing for you and David too," Persia finally spoke up.

Marsha shot a steely glare at the witch, as if to ask who asked her to speak, but before she could retaliate, David appeared beside her with two cups of punch. "Oh, thank you honey," she said putting emphasis on the latter part of her sentence.

"Of course," David grinned as he leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

Marsha turned away, allowing David only to kiss her cheek. "Anyway, I just wanted to see if you were okay and all.."

"Why wouldn't he be?" Persia asked.

Sensing tension, David snuck his arm around Marsha's waist. "Why don't you say we go find your friends? I think I saw Stacia and Yasmine somewhere over there," he said as he pointed across the room.

"Sure," Marsha replied icily. "I'll see you later." She squirmed out of David's grasp and headed off towards the other side of the room, leaving David behind.

"It was nice to see you," David said exchanging handshakes with both Dane and Persia. "I, uh, better go."

"It was nice to meet you too," Persia said before the flustered boy headed off after Marsha. "Wow, I feel sorry for him."

"I know. She's only using him to try and get back at me," Dane sighed. "I should've never gone out with her in the first place."

"Why?" Persia asked, as they headed over to the punch table.

"She's too clingy and possessive. I guess I just got tired of her winks and waves, so I said I'd go out with her. I didn't realize things would end like this."

"I'm sorry," the witch replied earnestly.

"It's okay," Dane said with a renewed smile. "She'll be over me soon and find someone else to pester." He ran a gentle hand across Persia's soft cheek. "Besides, I get to be with you now."

"I'm flattered," the electrokinetic returned as she poured herself a cup of 7-UP and sherbet punch mixture.

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"I wonder what they're doing now!" Phoebe said, as she sprawled out on the living room floor in The Villa with her sisters.

"Hopefully nothing that Prue did on her Prom night," Piper snorted.

"Or mine," Paige groaned.

"What happened at your Prom?" Phoebe asked curiously, even after so many years she still didn't know a whole hell of a lot about her long lost sister's past.

"Glenn and I went together and the first few dances were fine," Paige grinned at the memory. "But then we caught wind that someone had snuck in some alcohol and spiked some punch, so of course we jumped at it and got completely wasted." She giggled. "We ended up making out in the janitor's closet."

"Oh, I can see how this is gonna end," Piper frowned.

"Yeah, apparently one of the chaperone's had been touring the halls in case anyone decided to sneak down or break into the classroom during the night and she saw the door vibrating. So naturally she opened it and we, along with a broom and a mop, came tumbling out. We got in so much trouble that night! My parents, and his, were so pissed! My dad grounded me for a month!" The witchlighter's smile quickly faded. "But you know, he never lived to enforce it."

"Oh sweetie," Piper whispered as she pulled her baby sister into her arms.

Paige dabbed her eyes with the edge of her shirt. "It's okay, I'm okay." She sniffed. "Why don't you guys tell me about your Proms?"

Piper leaned her head onto her little sister's. "No story to tell here. I was a completely geek in school, Paigey. I never went to Prom."

"And from Blabber Mouth Number One over here," Prue pointed to Piper, "I think you can imagine what happened."

Paige clamped her eyes shut. "Eww, no thank you."

Phoebe shank back and stuffed a pillow over her head, as all eyes turned to her.

"Come on Pheebs," Paige pleaded. "I wanna know all I can about you guys!" She lightly kicked at Phoebe's pillow, allowing her face to poke out. "It would make me feel better."

Phoebe huffed and laid her head upon the pillow. "I was a.."

"Handful," Prue and Piper finished in unison.

"Yeah, what they said," Phoebe groaned. "In high school I sorta hung around with this gang of kids and I sorta had a thing with this guy named Todd. Anyway, during Prom we broke into the Principal's office and made out of his desk."

Piper's mouth formed into a tight grin. "So let me get this straight, everyone but me got it on during Prom night?"

"Maybe you would've gotten some booty, Pipes, if you'd of gone!"

Piper's face flushed. "Paige!"

"Not with the way she looked back then!"

"Phoebe!"

"I'm gonna go get the yearbook!" Phoebe grinned, jumping to her feet.

"No your not!" Piper exclaimed, jumping up and letting Paige slide to the floor behind her like dead weight.

"Piper!" Paige whined, pulling up from the floor.

Piper ran after her sister, tackling the psionic to the floor and slapping her hands over her mouth so she couldn't try to use a summoning spell.

"Oh, oh! Piper, I got my own yearbook too ya know and you can't stop both of us!"

"Prue, don't you dare!" Piper squawked.

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Dane planted a soft kiss in the nook of Persia's neck as a slow song finished.

Persia flinched, squirming away from Dane.

"What's wrong?" The hazel eyed jock asked, sounding earnest.

Persia shook her head. "N-nothing, I'm fine."

"But you're acting funny all of the sudden," Dane persisted as he led her over to a stray table.

"It's just.."

"What?"

"The kisses.."

"Is something wrong?" Dane asked, suddenly alarmed.

"No! It's just, I'm not ready for that."

"But-"

"Please, Dane, I'm just not ready for that yet."

Dane's face darkened, but not enough for her to notice in the dim light. "Sure, whatever you say."

"Dane-"

"It's okay, I understand!" Dane plastered a smile to his face and grabbed her cup. "Stay here, I'll go get us some more punch."

"But-"

"Stay!"

Persia flinched at his sudden tone.

"Sorry," he gave her a warming smile. "Sometimes I kinda crack under stress. Forgive me?"

"Yeah," Persia nodded, lowering her eyes to the floor.

"I'll be right back," the jock said before disappearing into the crowd with her cup.

TO BE CONTINUED...