A/N: .. many POV's in this chappie .. nothing confusing .. just letting you know .. if you want to understand the whole this, then you're going to have to read every single word .. i don't know if i want to end it like this .. we'll see :)

"Blaise Zabini!" yelled Felicity in the ballroom. "The guests are about to arrive! Make yourself useful and greet them!" she snapped.

Blaise dragged himself up the steps and to the doors of the ballroom. It was a very elegant room. Once you entered through the doors, a grand staircase would lead to you the dancing area. The tables were arranged the dance floor. There was also a stage, and a piano in the very front of the room. Blaise stood at the door and paced back and forth. Keira would there any minute and he hoped to Merlin that nothing bad would happen. As if on cue, the doors to the grand hall opened and Keira and her family walked forward. "Mr. And Mrs. Chelts." Blaise welcomed.

Holding out his arm and trying not to look so disgusted, Blaise forced a smile. "Keira."

"Blaise." she said curtly. She didn't seem so phased. It was as if the betrothal didn't affect her. Strange .. Thought Blaise, leading her down the stairs. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you." replied Keira.

This officially sucks ..

Ginny Weasely shifted uncomfortably in her dress gown. It was quite tight. It was a long white strapless dress, the bodice very tight and fitted. It didn't bell at the bottom, but instead, grew only a tiny bit looser. Around her waist was strings of white lace that hung down to her knees. She looked absolutely stunning. Ginny's hair was dead straight, a white pearled pin at the side to hold part of it up.

Hermione, on the other hand, was wearing a simple black dress. The straps to the outfit were very thin, so it looked as if it was strapless. The top lining of the dress was silk and the bottom was a much tougher material. Hermione's hair was in an stylish bun, a few tendrils of curly hair falling in her face.

Olivia looked like she came out of a Barbie magazine. She was clad in a pink fluffy dress, the sleeves very round and bouncy. Her hair was curled; she almost looked like Shirley Temple. She had on pink shoes to match and a small pink baggy. She was the perfect little angel.

Molly, who had on a forest green dress, called for the children to come forward. "Alright. We can't very well floo over there, so Arthur has arranged for a portkey."

Everyone nodded. All the guys were dress in black suits; none of them were wearing ties or bow-ties though. "When we get there, Arthur and I will be taking acre of Olivia. And the rest of you can go off and have some fun." she said kindly.

"Thank you so much." said Hermione.

"No problem, dear. George, David, Ron .. Come here please. You, too, Ginny." Everyone surrounded the portkey. "We will be meeting your father there. Now I want everyone to touch the key with only their index finger. Now .. Go!" The seven people touched the portkey and were soon transferred in front of a very large house.

Molly held onto Olivia's hand. "Okay. We have to split up. Each of us will be announced when we enter the ballroom, so I want all of you to go ahead while I wait up for Arthur."

"Bye, Mione! Bye, Ginny, Ron, George, and David!" yelled Olivia, waving at the five people as they walked away.

David held out his arm. "May I escort you, Ginny?" he joked.

"Why, of course. I wouldn't have it any other way!" Ginny teased back. Linking her arm with his, she saw Hermione do the same with George. "Hey, do you know who's getting married?"

David shook his head. "I really have no clue. All I know is his parents' names are Felicity and Derek. That's what Arthur told me."

Ginny sighed and turned to Hermione. "Do you know who's engaged?"

"Nope. George doesn't know either, I just asked him." replied Hermione. She looked around and saw no sign of Ron. "Oh Merlin .. Where the hell did Ron go?!"

George grinned. "He went off with some girl. She was very beautiful .. You should of seen her."

"Where the hell did he see her? We're outside. Everyone is inside!" proclaimed Ginny. The four of them were still walking on the footpath towards the front double doors. They were surrounded by gardens and fountains.

"I don't know. I just saw them walking over there-" George pointed to a clearing. "-And that's it."

Hermione shrugged. "We'll find him later. Come on, we have to go." She made her pace faster, dragging a whining George behind her. Ginny and David were sauntering up right behind them.

Reaching the front doors, Hermione said a thank you to a man who opened them up for her. She gasped at what she saw. It was a huge hall, a small glass table in the middle of it. People were lined up in front of another pair of doors. That was when Hermione spotted a stout man, asking for everyone's names. "I think he's the announcer or something." she whispered to George.

George nodded. "I'm going to tell him my name is Xavier Shit Head."

Hermione snorted. "You tell him that and you won't have a penis by the end of the night." she snapped. Giving him an innocent smile, she proceeded to walk in the back of the line. Ginny and David were already there.

"Hermione .. I just found out that this is a pureblooded party!" whispered Ginny. "You and David are Muggle borns! If they find out who you are then you'll be kicked out!"

Hermione bit her lip. "Olivia's a Muggle born, too. What are we going to do? What if those people know me already? I look like me!"

George huddled in with them. "They don't know David. So, I guess he can stay the same way he is but he's going to have to change his last name. That's what I think you should do Hermione."

"But, what about Olivia? I'd rather just go home .." Hermione replied.

Ginny thought for while, then her eyes lit up. "I have the perfect plan! Let's go get Olivia .." Grabbing Hermione by the arm and leaving David and George to wait for them, Ginny bolted out the door and back onto the footpath, her heels clicking. "Come one!"

Hermione gasped for air behind her, trying to keep up with the crazy running girl. "Gi - Ginny!" she managed to croak out.

Finally reaching her mother, Ginny stopped abruptly, causing Hermione to smack right into her back. "Mum! We need Olivia!"

Molly stared at her sweating daughter. "Honey, are you alright? You looked so flustered! Are you sick? Do you want to go home?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and caught her breath. "Mum! This is a pureblooded ball!"

Molly's eyes widened. "Oh, dear. I didn't know .. I didn't think that Derek would want one like that .."

"We're going to have to change Olivia and Hermione's appearance and give the announcer a fake last name." explained Ginny. "That's why I need Olly."

Olivia stepped forward. "Can I have blonde hair? And pretty blue eyes?"

Ginny nodded and grabbed her hand. "Mum, we've got to go. But, when we get in there, we'll find you. Okay?"

Molly gave the three girls kisses on the cheeks. "Be careful. I'm still waiting for your father. Make sure no one finds out about this, Ginny." she said sternly.

"I promise, Mum. Don't worry." Ginny turned to Olivia and Hermione. "Come on. You guys will have to transform somewhere where people won't see us."

"Maybe we can go to one of the gardens. I don't think guests will be there right now." suggested Hermione.

"Alright, let's go!" stated Ginny, walking off the footpath and onto the grass towards a random garden. They passed by millions and millions of roses, lilacs, tulips, and daffodils. Still holding Olivia's hand, Ginny darted behind a very large fountain, big enough to cover up the three of them. The fountain was a pure white color, glass lining the top where the water would spew out. "You do know the transforming spell right, Mione?"

"Yes, but I need to know what you want to look like, Olivia. I won't change you drastically, but it'll make you look different." Hermione told Olivia.

"I want curly blonde hair and blue eyes. I still want my face to be the same though." replied Olivia. "And that's all!"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione took out her wand, pointed it to her little sister, and muttered a very long spell, Olivia's features changing as she finished it. "All done."

Olivia smiled. "I can't see myself. Ginny, do I look okay?"

Ginny stared at the girl. "Oh Merlin .. You look so different .." she whispered. "But, still adorable nonetheless." Olivia's hair was still curly, but now a dark shade of blonde. Her eyes sparkled underneath the moonlight, a light blue color shining. "Like an angel .."

"What's our last name going to be?" asked Hermione, her wand still in her hand.

"How about .. Hermione Michaels. You can be my distant cousin or something .." proposed Ginny.

"I like it .. It's simple, yet fitting. Okay .. Hermione and Olivia Michaels." responded Hermione.

"It's your turn, Hon. Can you do the spell on yourself?" asked Ginny. Olivia was twirling around at the moment, her hands in her hair.

"Yeah, I can." Lifting up her wand and pointing it at herself, Hermione whispered the same spell, her hair now turning the same color blonde as Olivia's, except a bit darker. Her eyes stayed the same color. "Do I still look like me?"

"You look a bit different. I don't think anyone could notice you. It's absolutely perfect." replied Ginny. "Come on. My parents are probably already there. David and George are still waiting."

Hermione seized Olivia's hand and smiled. "How do I look, baby?"

"Like me!" Olivia said simply.

Ronald Weasely was walking around the mansion, a beautiful girl right beside him. "Why do you have to marry him?" he asked inquiringly. "I mean .. if you don't want to .. Don't do it."

Keira sighed. "It's not as simple as you think. My parents think its wonderful. It's unity of our bloodlines and what not."

"Who's this guy that you're marrying?" he asked, both eyebrows raised.

Keira knew of Blaise and Hermione's relationship, so she would feel guilty about telling Ron who the person was. "You'll see him in there."

"So, you ready to go in?"

"I don't know .. But I guess I have to. You can go ahead and be announced, I'll be in there already." Waving Ron goodbye, Keira disappeared into the bushes.

Ron ran a hand through his hair. "She is one strange person." he mumbled, turning a heel and walking away from the outside world and back onto the footpath. Walking up four steps, he entered the mansion and found George and David waiting by a glass table. He walked up to them. "This place is bloody huge!" exclaimed Ron, looking around.

"Hey! Where did you run off to?" George teased. "With a girl ..?"

"She's just a friend. She's the one getting married." explained Ron.

"Well, who is she? And who's she getting married to?" asked David. "I'm at her party and I don't even know who she is."

"Oh, that reminds me .." started George. "This is a pureblooded ball, so David has to go as someone else. He won't change how he looks, but his last name is different just for tonight. He's our friend from France, okay?"

Ron nodded. "Why didn't Dad tell us this was a pureblooded party?"

George shrugged. "I have no clue. I don't think he knew though."

"What's your last name, Dave?" Ron asked David.

"David Grant." he replied. "You like?"

"It's suits you .. Kind of .." Ron looked up as the line was getting smaller. "Come on .. We're up." The three boys walked up to the black doors just as they closed again.

"Name?" the stout man asked Ron.

"Ronald Weasely." Ron replied curtly. The same man pulled out his wand and whispered Ron's name into it. Soon, his name was being yelled out as the doors opened. The red head almost fainted at the sight of the enormous ballroom. People were dancing, eating, standing, and talking. Some of the girls were even gawking at him.

Ronald did look rather handsome. His hair was in its usual glory, except a tad bit of gel here and there. The suit he wore was fitted, showing of the muscles in his forearms and stomach. All in all, he looked like a male model. Descending the stairs, Ron was greeted by a few men that worked his father.

It was when he approached a tall man with dark blue eyes and dark brown hair, did he get a bit panicky. "Mr. Zabini." he greeted him.

"Ah, Ronald." Derek shook his hand. "Where is your father?"

"He's on his way here with my mother. I arrived here with my sister and brother." Ron responded. Ron didn't know what Blaise's father's first name was, so he didn't know that the party was being held for his son.

"That's wonderful. I believe you know my son." said Derek, moving aside to show Blaise laughing merrily with his mother. The only thing that phased Ron was the girl that was hanging off his arm. "Keira?" he asked loudly.

Keira turned her head, her face immediately frowning. Ron quickly composed himself. "Blaise and Keira are getting married?" he asked Derek slowly.

"Why, yes. Did you not know?"

"What? Oh, no. I knew .. I just wanted to make .. Uh .. Small talk." Ron said nervously. "I think I need a drink." He said a short goodbye and sprinted to the bar area. He reached the bar, finding George and David already there. "I know who's marrying who." Ron stated, watching them turn around and face him.

"Who?" George asked curiously.

Ron swallowed. "Hermione told you who she was dating, right?"

George nodded. "Zabini .. But, I don't see how that-" he stopped short, realizing what Ron meant. "I'm going to bloody kill him!" George made a move to get up, but Ron held him in place by putting his hand on his chest.

"Don't." he said solemnly. "Let her find out on her own."

"What?! He probably tricked her!" hissed George.

David looked back and forth at the two. "What are you guys talking about?"

They ignored him. "Zabini wouldn't trick her. He loved her, George. Let her find out .. Maybe she knows. I talked to Keira .. This was an arranged marriage."

George raised an eyebrow. "So, that's who you were talking to. Keira .. Interesting .."

Before Ron could say anything further, Ginny's name was announced throughout the hall.

"Bloody hell." muttered Ginny, impatiently waiting in the long line. She, Hermione and Olivia were a few people away from being announced. "When will this line move?!"

Hermione gasped. "Ginny! What if people know my first name in there? What am I going to do?!"

"You look different from Hermione Granger .. Just say it's a coincidence of some sort." replied Ginny.

Olivia played with the curls in her hair. "Look! It's so blonde .." she exclaimed, solely satisfied with her new appearance.

Hermione smiled. "Alright. But, what if I know people in there? Like .. I don't know. Let's just say Blaise is there. Can I tell him who I am?"

Ginny sighed. "Yes, Hermione."

"Okay." Hermione saw Ginny's irritated face. "Don't get your knickers in a bunch! I was just asking!"

Ginny stepped forward, very glad that at least three more people were announced to enter. "This thing takes bloody forever." she hissed to Hermione. "When the hell are we going to get to the front?!"

Olivia clicked her tongue. "You're way too intolerant, Ginny. You need to relax a bit." she advised her. "You're stress level seems to be off the roof!"

Hermione snorted. "Ginny's stress level is always off the bloody roof."

Ginny scowled. "That's not true! Sometimes I can be very .. Well .. Non-stressed!"

"Don't lie. That never happened and I don't it ever will happen. You can never be non-stressed. You're way in over your head." stated Hermione.

"Whatever." mumbled Ginny, now approaching the announcer.

"Name?"

"Virginia Weasely." she said softly. She saw him murmur her name into his wand and soon the doors opened and she stepped through. She heard her name being bellowed throughout the ballroom, people turning to look at her. As she descended the stairs, she heard may of the whispers.

"Is that the youngest Weasely?" a woman with blonde hair whispered to who looked like her husband. "She's rather beautiful .."

Ginny smiled. I'm beautiful! Stepping down the last step, she quickly turned around and watched as Hermione and Olivia walked down the stairs.

"HERMIONE AND OLIVIA MICHAELS!" that same voice yelled.

That's when Ginny heard complete silence. People stood there and stared as the two sisters gracefully sauntered down the stairs, holding each other's hands. Hermione had a smile on her face, making her look even more stunning then she already did. Olivia had an identical smile, but not only did it make her look adorable, it almost made her look a tad bit older. It didn't matter how different they looked, or how different they acted, you would they were sisters anywhere and anytime. Ginny could hear more and more waves of whispers pass around as the girls took steps further down the stairs.

That's when she heard him. Blaise was speaking softly to someone about how alike 'Hermione Michaels' and 'Hermione Granger' looked. Turning her head to the right, she saw Blaise and Draco, speaking to each other quietly. They seemed to be debating about something. That's exactly when Draco met her gaze. He didn't sneer, scowl, snarl. But, he didn't smile, grin, or even smirk at her. He looked sorry, a bit guilty for some odd reason. Throwing him a curious stare, he looked to the floor. Still looking at him, Ginny saw a certain blonde haired girl casually walk over to him, seeming as if she was forced to, and kiss him on the cheek.

She felt her heart break at that very moment. Pansy Parkinson kissed her boyfriend on the cheek and now she was linking her arms with his. Her breath hitched in her throat, her breathing now very irregular. What was he and Blaise doing here? Was Draco secretly seeing Pansy? Why is Blaise holding Keira's hand? Why does Draco look as if he didn't want to be with Pansy? Is that why he looked so sullen? Is that why he had a spark of an apology in his eyes? She didn't know why, but for some reason, Ginny Weasely felt the need to crumple to the floor and die.

Before she could think another thought, she felt someone tap her shoulder. It was Hermione. "Ginny, people are staring and I'm getting very scared." she whispered.

Ginny simply looked at her.

"What's the matter? Are you okay? You look like your about to cry?" asked Hermione, concern in her voice. She felt a tug at her black dress. "Yes, Olivia?" she asked her baby sister. Olivia merely pointed over to the far side of the hall. Looking up, Hermione found Blaise and Keira laughing together and Pansy and Draco laughing with them. "What the ..?" Hermione gripped Olivia's hand tighter, causing the girl to whimper. "It all fits. Everything." she croaked.

Ginny snapped out of her reverie and looked at Hermione curiously. "What are you talking about?"

"The engagement party .. The invitation .. Your father's friend, Derek. This is Blaise's ball .. This is Blaise's and Keira's ball .." Hermione put the pieces together. "I'm attending my boyfriend's bloody engagement party and I'm not even his fiancée!"

Forgetting about Draco, Ginny placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Mione .. I'm so sorry .." They didn't say anything else, for Olivia ran down to where the four were standing. Ginny looked at Hermione in worry. "What is she doing?"

Grabbing Ginny by the arm, Hermione replied, "We have to go and find out!"

Stalking their way over there, the two girls composed themselves quickly and stopped before the four. Hermione put on a phony smile. "Congratulations on your engagement." she said happily. Ginny swallowed. Please, don't let her do anything stupid .. "You guys must be very happy."

Avoiding the fact that Draco was there, Ginny spoke up. "Blaise, I'm happy for you." she said in a snappish tone. "Even if you are dating a child abuser." she added. Keira looked away. "I wonder how she'll treat your children."

Pansy sneered. "Don't talk to her like that!"

Looking over at Pansy, Ginny gritted her teeth. "Do you want to start with me? Or should I tell your parents that you're in the Order?" That shut her up. "That's what I thought."

"Who's this?" Blaise asked Ginny, gesturing over to Hermione. "Olivia was just telling me something very fascinating."

"This is Hermione .. I think the first name says it all." replied Ginny. "You know Olly already .. No need for introductions."

Hermione felt the tears building up in her eyes. Taking another breath, Hermione said, "Excuse me." She bolted out of there, leaving Ginny and Olivia behind.

Ginny stared at Blaise. "You ruined, Blaise. You have no clue what you did. You hurt her .. More than once may I add .." Her own tears threatening to fall, Ginny grasped Olivia's hand and made a move to leave.

Olivia wouldn't budge. "I hate you." she scolded directly at Blaise. "Mione hasn't cried since Mummy and Da left! You made her cry!" she yelled. "I hate you!" Olivia and Ginny walked off, Ginny holding the skirt of her dress and Olivia fuming.

Right after Keira was confronted by Hermione, Olivia and Ginny, she decided to walk outside onto the terrace. It was chilly out, little cold breezes here and there. Wrapping her arms around her, she sighed. This isn't how she wanted her life to start out as. She wasn't supposed to be getting married at this age and at this time. She wasn't ready. She was sure she liked Draco, but after seeing him kiss Ginny, she knew he wasn't the one for her. He found who he wanted to be with, and Keira was yet to find the one she could call her own.

"Cold?" asked someone behind her.

Keira smiled. "Not much. I'm okay .." she whispered. She didn't to ask who it was, she knew that voice all to well. He was the only person that ever listened to her, gave her advice. She always thought her fellow housemates would be the ones she could trust, but no. The only person she could ever confide in was a Gryffindor. And a Weasely at that. Ron never seemed to care about her before, but as she let her guard down, he began to talk to her more; show her what she was missing while on her little popular escapade. He held her while she cried, told her that she didn't have to be mean and vicious to be respected. He told her that hating others because of their bloodline or how they stood in the wizarding world was wrong. Instead of pushing him away like she usually would, she let him in on her feelings, her passion, her heart. Why did she open up to Ron out of all people, you ask? She didn't know herself. People sometimes did things without knowing why they did them. Ronald Weasely made her feel like a real person and only then did she realize that that was how she wanted to be treated.

He stood beside her, leaning along the railing. "It's lovely here in the nighttime." he said softly. "If I had to choose between living in the sunlight, or in the dark .. I'd definitely choose the dark."

"Why?" They didn't look at each other, they simply stared out into the black sky.

"Think about it. In the sunlight, you can see everything, everyone. But, in the dark .. Everything is hidden and in shadows. It's much more exciting that way. You don't know where you're going, don't know exactly how you're getting there. The dark is just another way to walk around the world without being stereotyped, hated, ridiculed for being you." he replied.

His words hit her with such zeal, she felt the need to obliterate the sun. "But, when you're in the dark .. You also won't be loved, cared for. You won't be able to see the one you fell in love with."

Ron shook his head. "You may not be able to see her. But, you'll still be able to touch her .. Hear her .. Smell her .. Taste her. It doesn't matter if you can't see her, it's the personality of the person you fell in love with, not how the person looked."

Keira smiled. "That's a really great way of seeing it." she said gently. "I'd choose the sunlight. I've been living in the dark and I'm quite tired of it. I'm very happy though .."

Ron raised any eyebrow. "And why are you happy?"

"My sunlight drove the darkness away .." she whispered.

"Sunlight?" he asked, turning his body towards her and looking at her. She also shifted her body towards him. "What do you mean?"

Walking up to him slowly, her face only a few centimeters from his, she let out a breath over his chin. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she said cheekily.

Ron didn't understand what was happening. One minute they were just friends .. And the next she seemed to insinuating something else. "Why are you doing this?"

Keira flinched at his confused tone. Didn't he know? Didn't he feel the things she felt? He was supposed to lean over and kiss her. And she was supposed to kiss back. Didn't he know? Now embarrassed, Keira pulled her face and body away from his, the heat from his body now disappearing. "I'm sorry .. I have to go." Running away before Ron could utter another word, she forced her tears back with all her might.

This isn't was she expected. She wasn't supposed to develop feelings for him. She was supposed to marry a rich Slytherin with a pureblooded line. It was all supposed to be predictable from her. Reaching her destination (an abandoned bedroom), she sprawled herself on the bed, her burgundy dress everywhere. What was she doing acting like that? If only she didn't let down that barrier around her heart, around her soul. She was born to fight feelings like this, born to crush emotions like this. This wasn't how it was meant to be. She was going to be popular, beautiful, have the most cutest boyfriend. These priorities were supposed to be on the top of her list.

But, then .. There was Ronald Weasely. There was how he would smile at her attempt at being mean .. how he would tell her that she could do whatever she wanted. He was the one who told her that she didn't have to marry Blaise .. That she didn't have to fit in with the Slytherins. He was the one that went up to her in the train and asked her if she was alright. He was the only person who could turn her frown upside down.

Thinking about him made her realize that not only did her 'supposed' priorities didn't matter, but that she, Keira Chelts, was falling for the last person she would ever want to fall for.

Blaise was roaming around the gardens, cursing himself for being such a stupid bastard. He knew it was Hermione from the second she walked into the room. Her hair color may have changed, but her smile, the way she walked, the love she had in her eyes was all the same. How could he have lied to her? Why didn't he just tell her about the ball? Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he continued to walk around aimlessly through the outside of his house. He always loved being out in the cold. It made him think about everything and anything.

He knew he was in love. He wasn't that stupid. But, the reason why he was in love always bewildered him. Hermione wasn't the most beautiful woman in the bunch, not the most talkative, not the most popular. Why had he fallen for her? Was it because she was intelligent? Or the way she would chew on her pen when she was thinking? Was it how she would grab a hair tie and wrap up her hair in the messiest bun he's ever seen? Or was it how she cared for her younger sister? And how she cried for her parents when they were hurt? Not only was she a smart witch, but a caring one. One who loves each and every person, not only because they wanted to be loved, but because they were worthy.

Walking through an assortment of trees, he heard someone sniffling off to his right. Inching closer and closer, he found his true love, her hair now her regular color. She was crouching against a tree, her knees drawn up under her chin. He couldn't see her face, for they were now buried in her hands. Making his way towards her, he quietly sat down besides her, just wanting to reach out and touch her.

Hermione knew he was there. "Leave me alone." she choked out. "You've done enough." Stretching arm to touch her, he was stopped by her voice. "Don't touch me." He pulled back his hand, disappointed.

"Mione .. Please .." he whispered.

"What?" she snapped, showing him her face. He almost hit himself at the sight of it. Tears were flooded down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. She was sniffling nearly every five seconds, and the front part of her hair was soaked with her tears.

"I couldn't tell you .." he said softly. "What was I supposed to say? Hey, you want to come to my engagement party? I couldn't do that to you .. You know I have no control over this, Mione. If I could get out of this, I could. When I asked you to marry me, I didn't do it so I could get out of this betrothal .. I did it because I-"

"Because you love me." she finished for him.

Blaise smiled. "Yeah, because I love you. Keira doesn't want to marry me either. We were talking .. It seems like she has a boyfriend of her own. I want you, Hermione. Not Keira. I want you .."

"We can't be together, Blaise. We just can't. You're getting married and I .. I'm going to try and move on." she explained. "I'm sorry, Blaise, but .. I think it's time we ended this relationship. I don't want to be the other woman .."

Blaise stared at her. "No."

Hermione looked at him in confusion. "Excuse me? No?"

"I'm not losing you because of this. I am not going to risk losing my first love because of some stupid betrothal." he said sternly.

"This is not some stupid betrothal, Blaise! You're getting married!" she shrieked.

"And? This marriage DOES NOT stop me from loving you!" he yelled just as loud.

Hermione gazed at him through blurry eyes. Blinking the tears down, she threw herself at him and cried on his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. He kissed her forehead and mumbled soothing words in her ear. "You promised me you wouldn't leave me!"

"I know, Love. I'm not going to .. I'm right here .. I'm never going to leave you." he whispered, holding her like his life depended on it. He held her until she stopped crying and dozed off in his arms. Shifting his body a bit, he got into a more comfortable position.

Closing his eyes to sleep, he heard Hermione murmur, "I want to marry you, Blaise." Smiling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Opening it slowly, hoping not to wake her, he took out the ring and slid it down her ring finger.

"I love you." he whispered in her ear. Leaning his head back onto the tree, he sighed. He was going to be with her, betrothal or not.

Ginny Weasely sat on the edge of the fountain, twirling her finger in the water. She was tired of crying, tired of moping around because of him. On her way out there, she dropped Olivia with her mother, who happily obliged to taking care of her for the night. Arthur and Molly thought her blonde hair was simply adorable.

She couldn't believe it. Draco said nothing to her all night. Nothing at all. He just stood there and stared as she spoke up for herself and Hermione. She knew Pansy was on their side, but why did she still act like a bitch? Ron and Harry filled her in on the new recruits for the Order.

Reminiscing on her moments with Draco, she heard a familiar call out her name. "Ginny .." he said breathlessly.

Turning herself around, Ginny stared at him. "I'm not in the mood to talk, David." she said softly. "I just want to be alone."

He took a seat beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist. He pulled her closer and let her head lean on his shoulder. "Hey .. It's alright. I don't know who or why you are crying, but you need to stop. I hate seeing you so sad."

"I'm not crying."

"Well, you were crying. Don't do this to yourself, Ginny. Is this about a guy? Tell me .. I can be a great listener you know!"

"David .. It's not anything big. Don't worry." she reassured him. "I'll be just fine."

"Well .. If you ever need an extra brother .. Always remember that I'm right-"

"GINNY!" roared a voice.

Ginny looked up from David's shoulder and stared into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Can I help you?" she asked icily.

Draco glared at David, and then at his arm that was snaked around his girlfriend's waist. "Get off her." he sneered.

David looked at him confused. "Excuse me?"

"Get - The - Hell - Off - Her." he said slower.

Ginny scowled. "Go away, Malfoy. David and I were talking!"

Draco clenched his fists. "I came here to apologize to you and you're here flirting with another guy?! What are you?! Some kind of whore!?"

Ginny froze, her mouth agape. David got up and stood face to face in front of Draco. "What the fuck did you call her?!"

"You should know. You're sitting there, fondling my girlfriend!" Draco snarled back.

David scoffed. "I was not fondling her! I was comforting her! What the hell?! You come stalking over here and have the nerve to call her a whore?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Nothing is wrong with me. Now, I want you to leave."

"I am not leaving." replied David coldly. "Not unless Gin wants me to."

Draco looked at Ginny, who was silently crying at the moment. "Tell him to leave." he ordered her. Ginny looked up at him, her eyes swelled up with salted water. She didn't have to say anything. He knew she was hurting inside. He never meant to call her a whore. It just came out. "Ginny .. Please .."

"Dave, can you just leave us? I'll be back inside in a few minutes .. I promise." she said kindly to David.

Nodding in understanding, David gave her a hug. "If he tried anything .. Call me. I'll kick his ass." he whispered in her ear.

Ginny smiled. "Alright."

Staring at David's retreating form, Ginny heard Draco clear his throat. "Say what you have to say." she told him frostily.

"Ginny .. I didn't mean to call you a -"

"Whore? Well, you did." she snapped.

Draco sighed. This was not going to be easy. "What you saw with Pansy was nothing .. It's just .. I didn't expect you to be here .. And .."

"And what? What if you knew I was coming? What would you have done? Hide your little relationship with Parkinson?"

"There is no relationship!" he yelled. "Pansy and I will never be together!"

Ginny snorted, her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, right. And why is that?"

"Because! Because, I'm bloody with you!" he screamed. "I'm in love with you and only you! Why would I want to be with Pansy when I have you to love and care for?! You're the one I want to spoil! The one I want to have my children with! I can picture us together .. I can see us smiling in the future. I don't see that with Pansy."

Before Ginny could saying anything else, a loud explosion was heard from the mansion. The ground shook. "What the hell .." mumbled Ginny.

A green light shot up from the house to the sky, forming some sort of image. Ginny gasped at what she saw. "The dark mark .."

People then began running out of the house, their wands in their hands. "Mum .. Mione .. Da .. Ron .. Olly .. Draco we have to go in there!" yelled Ginny.

Draco shook his head. "Stay out here!" His voice was shaky and his palms were sweaty. "Stay right here!"

He ran over to the manor, not knowing that Ginny was trailing right behind him. He dodged people left and right, clutching his wand in his pocket. Women and children were screaming, men were yelling curses back and forth.

That's when Ginny saw them; so many of them. Men clad in silk black robes, the hoods over their heads. "Death Eaters .." Ginny was still sprinting behind Draco, hoping to find her family. They weren't even in the house yet and already they were getting tired. The Death Eaters were gathered around something, something that was screaming. Biting her lip, Ginny continued to the manor.

Jumping over flowers and rocks, Ginny tripped. "Ow!" she yelled.

"Ginny! Ginny!" screamed a frantic voice. Ginny looked down and found Olivia underneath her, her dress now stained with soil, and one of her shoes missing. "Where's Mum and Dad?" Ginny asked her.

"They're inside with Ronnie, Georgie and Davie! We have to help them, Ginny! They told me to go out here! Where's Mione?!" answered the young girl.

Not answering her, Ginny picked her up and ran up to the steps of the manor. That's when the whole estate became quiet. The eerie silence spooked her. Turning around slowly, she found bodies everywhere on the floor, the Death Eaters already gone. Grasping the handle of the door, she pulled, but to no avail. It was locked. Fumbling through her dress for her wand, she panicked. It wasn't there.

"Ginny! Ginny! We have to save them! Ronnie got hit! Ronnie got hit!" screeched Olivia, crying uncontrollably.

"Sshh .. Calm down. I need you to calm down." consoled Ginny. Thinking up a plan, Ginny bolted away from the door and towards the gardens, where there should be at least another door to enter the house with. Running through some bushes and came across a huge batch of tall oak trees. "Honey, how did you get out here?"

"Through the front door." responded Olivia, burying her face in Ginny's neck.

"Damn it." whispered Ginny.

Jogging down past the trees, Ginny bumped into a solid figure. Throwing her hand back and getting ready to punch whoever it was, she heard her a very memorable voice.

"Ginny! Olivia!" yelled Hermione, right behind the tall and solid figure. Ginny looked up and found Hermione running up to them and hugging Olivia. "Did you see it?! We have to bloody get in there!"

"Mione! Mione!" cried Olivia. "I thought I wasn't going to see you anymore!"

David stood still, reaching into his pocket and puling something out. "Can you guys do me a favor?" he asked quietly.

Ginny swallowed and stared at him as if he grew three heads. "People are probably dying in that manor and all you could say is 'Can you guys do me a favor'?"

"Just bloody do it!" yelled David fiercely.

Hermione held onto Olivia, singing a song softly. "Okay, what is it?" snapped Ginny, looking around nervously, thinking that some Death Eater would pop out and Avada their asses right then and there.

"Touch this .. All three of you." he commanded.

"What? Why?!" shrieked Ginny.

David thought quick. "If you do, your wands will come to you .. No matter where they are." He stole Hermione's wand from her earlier and threw it in some random bush.

Ginny nodded, along with Hermione. "Okay." she replied.

David handed a small key to Ginny, who stretched it out and let Hermione and Olivia touch it. Feeling that same pull in her body, Ginny screamed.

She felt herself fall to the ground, hearing the key clink to the floor. Rubbing her butt, she looked around and found herself in a large living room. "Mione?! Olly?!"

"We're right here!" hollered Hermione from the other side of the room.

"Mione, what happened?!" Ginny asked worriedly.

Hermione looked at Ginny, a serious look on her face. Olivia was shaking in her arms. "We were transported." she said slowly.

"What are you talking about?"

"They key wasn't a wand retriever .. It was a portkey. David transported us here .."

Ginny was still perplexed. "Why?"

Hermione looked to the floor. "He wanted to protect us .."

(A/N): .. i think i'm ending it here .. lol .. nah .. wait .. maybe i will .. maybe i won't .. depends on the feedback .. i'm only writing this story because you guys want me to :) .. well .. there isn't enough explanations in this one .. but the next one tells you everything .. i demand more reviews! lol .. i love you guys .. thanks so much !!

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