I pulled on my dress robes over my head, their brilliant colour glistening fantastically in the candlelit room. As I walked over to my bed, the flowing skirts swished around my ankles, making rustling sounds as I walked. The top, being strapless, was fitted, and clung firmly to my figure, for though I was still young, I was not lacking. I reached my hand into a bag of makeup, and pulled put some black eyeliner, which I then proceeded to put around my eyes, before adding glitter to my collar bones, and a tiny bit to my hair. I deftly applied the mascara to my already long eyelashes, and looking in the mirror, put a little bit of eye shadow on my eyelids, but only a little bit, electric blue in colour.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I pulled on a pair of shoes. They had a slight kitten heel, and were prettily silver leather, lacing slightly up the ankles. Standing up again, I shifted the shining silvery-blue dress once more so that it gently hugged itself to me, and picking up my wand, I leant out of the window, and grabbed a handful of a mixture of snow and ice. Laying it on the floor, I tried a new spell which I had decided to try and invent whilst dieing of boredom in History of Magic. It was an idea that I had played with for a long time, being able to make jewellery out of ice. Waving my wand around the ice, in hope that it might work, I waited expectantly. And then, before my very eyes, and thanks to my own handiwork, the pile of snow and ice turned into an intricately carved tiara, necklace and large bangle. I pushed the bangle onto my wrist and attached the necklace around my neck.

Standing in front of the mirror once more, I managed to pull my unruly and messy hair into a beautifully stylish top knot, that was so wide, the tiara fitted around it perfectly, making it look magnificent as the glitter in my hair gently sparkled, along with the tiara, and the necklace, that seemed to positively twinkle.

Most of the house were making their way downstairs, to either meet their partners or to wait to enter the hall. Or both. Making my own way down the large staircase, my eyes searched the throngs of people for Seiji, although not seeing him, in the hordes of people in different coloured robes.

And then I saw him. Well, I saw his eyes, that seemed to pierce through my soul, and deep into my heart. He was wearing robes of a dark green, and they looked fantastic on him. I walked elegantly down the stairs towards him, and when I reached the bottom few steps, he somehow managed to sweep me off my feet and twist me into the ear.

I noticed the champions and their partners lining up to one side of the entrance hall, and finally the doors opened, and we were allowed to enter the great hall.

Seiji lead me over to a table, and I soon noticed that we were sitting with many of the other Slytherins, most of whom were centred around Draco. Seiji pulled out a chair for me, and then sat down next to me. I looked over at Draco, and smiled quickly, before noticing who was sitting next to him. And then nearly dying of shock.

Kerkera. And she looked so uncomfortable and nervous. And scared.

"What are you doing here?" I mouthed.

"I don't know!" she replied, still mouthing. She looked a bit upset, and I hoped that the Slytherins hadn't said anything. Well, anything mean.

We ordered our food, and it was amazing, as incredible as always, and more. And then the band, the Weird Sisters trouped on stage, amongst our shouts, and finally the party really began. Whilst the champions started the dancing, others began to join them, and finally Seiji asked me to dance, and lead me to the dance floor. My hands firmly clasped around his neck, and his around my waist, he whirled me around the dance floor, stopping for nothing.

We finally sat down once more at our deserted table, and whilst he left me to go and get drinks, I saw Kerkera fleeing towards me, although no one was following her. Tears streaming down her face, she threw herself down onto a chair, and a stream of words poured from her mouth, "We were dancing…was all going so well…and then I stood on his dress robes, by accident. I didn't mean to. And then he got all mad…and he said…he said…" she sobbed into her hands, and I laid my hand on her shoulder, comfortingly.

"What did he say, Kerri?"

She looked up at me, and her eyes flashed, as if warning me, "he said that he didn't like me at all. That he had only asked me, because you wouldn't go with him, and the only reason he chose me, is because he knew I would upset you the most."

I was shocked. She looked so mad with me. But Draco wouldn't do that, would he? Yes. He would. I was so mad. He had now basically wrecked one of my closest friendships. And for that he would never be forgiven. I was so upset. Kerkera gave me one more look, before stalking off, to find some of our other friends.

I was gradually working myself up into quite a state of anger, and eventually I could stand it no more, and I stood up, striding over to where Draco was standing, smirking as usual, with all his cronies. Seiji was still getting us drinks, and he was returning to the table just in time to see me headed for Draco.

"Why did you say that?" I demanded of Draco.

"Say what?"

"You know fucking well what."

"Oh, to her? I just told her the truth."

"You bastard." I muttered.

"What did you say?" his eyes flashed ominously.

"I said, you bastard. You cruel heartless bastard." As soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn't have, and I wished I could take the words back, but my temper had now taken over, and before I knew it, I had lifted my hand, and drawn it back, before letting it rush forward with all its power, and slap him, as hard as I could, across his face.

"Kara?" I heard the shout emit from Seiji's lips before I turned around, knowing it was him, and next thing I knew, he had rushed over, and passed the drinks to someone, and was looking at Draco, not worrying about me.

Tears streaming down my face, I turned abruptly and ran from the room, where I sprinted up the stairs, and into the Gryffindor Common Room.

How I hated myself.

The snows thawed, and gradually so did Draco's sulk, and Kerkera's prejudice, and I found myself sitting in Professor McGonagall's office, with a very important request.

"Now then, Miss Potter, I believe you wanted to ask me something?"

"Yes, Professor. I wanted to ask you something that might not be possible, and seems very farfetched."

"Well, what is it?"

"I'd like to switch houses."

"WHAT?"

"I'd like to switch houses, professor."

"Why?"

"Because I don't feel like I belong in Gryffindor."

"Come with me, Miss Potter. We will speak to the headmaster about this."

She led me to the headmaster's office, and up the moving staircase. Entering the office, she explained my request to Professor Dumbledore. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the Sorting Stool, with the Sorting Hat placed firmly upon my head.

Next thing, there was a voice in my head, "Hmmm, not happy with your house, eh? Finding it doesn't suit you? Or does the reason lie elsewhere? Oh well, never mind. You are like your brother, well suited to many houses. You have the bravery that Gryffindor requires, and the intelligence that Ravenclaw would like. But there is another side to you, which had yet to be discovered. And for this reason, I am going to put you in…" the hat brim opened wide, and so it spoke loudly into the empty room, "…Slytherin!"

The two professors looked so disappointed. They gave me instructions over what to do, and by the end of the evening, I had been moved into Slytherin, although no one knew yet, most of them being outside, enjoying the new milder weather.

When the Slytherins returned from dinner that evening, they were to get a surprise, and whilst I waited anxiously for this moment, I sat, enjoying my new room, which I had wholly to myself.