Sexi Silver - I'm glad you liked it. If you continue to read you will se what happens, it would be no fun if I told you, would it? I will try to update as soon as a chapter is done, and as soon as I get the chapter the way I want it. Keep up revewing, please!

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And it continues

Malfoy continued to lead her around on the dancefloor. By now, many had stopped their dancing and was staring at the pair. It wasn't every day that the Gryffindors golden prinsess shared a dance with the slythering ice prince.

She could see Ron with Hermione by his arm, making their way towards them. She groaned when she saw that Hermione was the one who were leading. She was sure that the brown haired girl was mad at her and she stiffened.

Draco felt the young woman in his arms stiffen and he wondered what she had seen that made her react like that. He took a look over his sholder and saw Weasel and the Mudblood making their way towards them, and he mentally groaned. He didn't feel like agruing with those two right now.

He stopped dancing and released Potter from his hold. She looked at him with a unsertaing gaze. He didn't say a thing as the two gryffindors came up to them.

"Tess! Is that you? Why didn't you tell me you were going with that...that slytherin?" Granger raved at her friend, making Draco to look at Potter suprise. She hadn't told her? From what he knew, those two girls told each other everything, could he have been wrong?

Potter tried to answer when the redhead spoke first. "Take it easy Herm, you two can talk later.." Granger looked at him with an accuseing glare. "Ron! Aren't you mad? Do you know who this is? Malfoy, Ron! It's wrong in so many ways, I can't even start to..." Draco felt that this would be a good time to interrupt.

"Don't begin then, Granger, I don't think I want to hear it." He sneered, making her stop. She still glared daggers at Potter thought, and he decided to leave.

"Care to join me, Potter? I don't think that we should be present right now." Potter gave him a nod, and he took her by the arm, leading her towards one of the tables to ger something to drink.

When Tess and Malfoy left, Ron turned to Hermione and tried to calm his girlfriend down. "Take it easy Herm, maybe he isin't as bad as we think." She snorted.

"Sure Ron, sure. He has been nothing but cruel to her, to us, to everyone not in slytherin for as long as I can remember, why would he ask her to the ball? Why would she accept? And why, Ronald Weasley, are you not suprised about this?"

Ron squirmed and looked away. He had promised no to tell anyone, would his girlfriend understand that? "She, hem...she told me about it...some days ago." He managed to say, and a shaddow of disbelife and hurt came across Hermiones face.

"And she didn't tell me? Her supposed best friend? You didn't tell me? Why?" Ron started to get a little anoyed and sighed. "I promised not to tell anyone, and I keep my promises, you know that." That didn't seem to help one bit as she only got more angry at the look of her face.

"Oh, I understand. You don't think that I will be able to keep a seacret? I wouldn't have told her that you had told me!" she hissed.

Ron stared at his girlfriend, trying to undrestand were things had gone wrong. Since when did she act like that? He thought that she would understand, but clearly not.

"Hermione, listen, I just can't let her down like that, I don't know why she didn't tell you, but hey, is that such a big deal?" Evidently it was. She gave him a nasty look and marched away from him. Ron stared after ger, should he follow? He thought about it for some seconds before he ran after her, what a disaster, and he didn't even know what he had done. He had a big problem.

Tess looked sadly at her friends when they argued. She felt like shit. It was her fault that Hermione was mad, and Ron had to take all the shit from her, he hadn't done anything! The reason that she hadn't told Hermione about the date with Malfoy, if you could call it a date, was because of her fear for Miones reaction. Malfoy had been so mean to her over the years, and she understood that Hermione had a hard time understanding her actions. Tess looked over to Malfoy who was fixing some drinks, and saw him walk towards her, holding two goblets of butterbeer.

"Here you go Potter." He handed her the drink and she took a sip. She loved butterbeer, but tonight, it didn't taste the same for some reason. She glanced at Malfoy who had his eyes on the teachers table, were Dumbledore and Snape was talking to each other quietly.

Tess put the goblet down and put a hand on Malfoys arm. He jumped at the touch. He looked down on her and she swollowed.

"Okay Malfoy, enough of this game. Why did you ask me to the ball?"

Draco heard the question clearly. What would he answer? He couldn't tell her the truth, could he? But then, why did he care? He putted on his slytherin mask and gave her a sneer. "Potter, why do people ask each other to balls?" He knew that she wouldn't settle with the answer, but he had to give it a try anyway.

"Don't give me that, Malfoy. Both you and I know that there are nothing more between us than rivalry and competition, or am I wrong?"

She looked him into his eyes with her green one's. He swallowed. She seemed so sincere. She honestly wanted to know if there was something more between them than just that, competition. He didn't know. Maybe it was, maybe not. Luckily for him, Blasie decided to show himself just at that moment, and interrupted them.

"Hey Drake, Potter." He had Pansy by his arm and she smiled sweetly at him, which made him feel sick, He had never liked the girl, nor would he. She was dressed in a pink robe, which made her look loke a candy to him.

"How's everything going? Have you seen Nott?" Blasie asked him and Draco shook his head. "No, I havn't, maybe he is of with that rawenclaw, what would I know."

Tess listened as Pansy began talking to Draco about some wretched guy in HufflePuff, but soon she let her attention wander away to the rest of tha hall as she thought about Malfoys reaction to her question.

He had avoided it at first, trying to just give her a remark and then go on with whatever he was playing at, but she didn't buy it. Why had he asked her? He didn't like her, did he? She wasn't even sure about what she felt for him herself. She had felt some kind of connection to him when she had been in his arms, dancing, but she wasn't sure about how she should interpret that sign. Under the war, she had been forced to work with him, and she had learned that under that cold mask of his, there was a carring person. He had cared about his mother, and when she had died, he had cried just like any other person would have done. That proved that he wasn't more than human.

She wouldn't have thought that before that incident. He had always seemed to be so cold and hard, but she had been wrong about that, so was there anything more she would be suprised to find in him?

Malfoy brought her back to reality when he told Zabini and Pansy that they were going to dance again.

Soon they were out on the dancefloor again, and Tess felt like she was in heaven. She was a little bit disgusted that it was Malfoy of all people but she let it go, toninght she was going to enjoy herself.

Tess looked over to the staff table once again and saw that Dumbledore now was happily talking to prsofessor Sinistra, and that the potionmaster was sitting atthe end of the table, glaring at everyone and everything.

"Snape dosn't seem so haooy about this, I wonder why he is here at all." Tess stated, and Malfoy glanced over to were his head of house were sitting.

To Tess suprise, Malfoy smiled a big smile. "He has been forced to attend, he was raving about it earlier today." He said spinning her around so that the skirt of her dress went as wide as possible. "So, if he must be here, why dosn't e dance or something? He is quite handsome tonight so that shouldn't be a problem."

Tess mentaly groaned. Why had she said that?

"No one seem to have the curage to ask him, and he dosn't seem to eager to ask himself. A job for a gryffindor, I should say." Malfoy gave her a amused look.

Tess wondered what he ment about that, when it klicked and she gave him a glare. "Never."

"Why not? Are you scared?"

"It's not that."

"What is it then?"

"He hates me."

"I'm sure he does."

Potter glared at him , and to his horror he SMILED back to her, as he had done far to many times today.

"Come on Potter, it's just a dance, show me that you are a gryffindor and not a bloody hufflepuff or something."

A small smile graced her lips. "I thought that you hated Gryffindors Malfoy." Draco just rolled his eyes.

"Very well then, If you excuse me for a moment, but you better come and rescue me soon."

She stepped out of his arms and started to walk over to the sour potionmaster. She wanted him to come and rescue him! Oh, god, he was relly starting to like that girl.

Tess made her way to the blackhaired man and stopped infront of him. He looked up and sneered. "What do you want Potter?" She shivered at the tone in hs woice but ignored it.

"I was wondering, Professor, if you would care for a dance with me?"

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