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AN: I know you all were waiting for this moment! Here it is! Thanks to Mae-E and Jay for giving me ideas for this chapter, people's costumes and such. I know I said when Dumbledore announced the ball that Michelle would be performing but she'll be at Beaxbatons instead. I decided to change it so something more would be happening at Beaxbatons. And let's say she was a Beaxbatons student too. Hogwarts gets the Star Brothers!

Hogwarts Secret Scandal 11

The Masquerade Ball(s)

After admiring her reflection, Serena started for the door. "Well, it's Showtime."

"Wait!" Parvarti said urgently. "You forgot something."

Parvarti opened a box and pulled out a silver tiara.

"That thing came with a crown too!" Serena demanded, "no way!"

"Well, you're supposed to look like a princess, right?" Lavender inquired.

"You guys went all out on this, didn't you?" Serena asked with a small smile.

"We just got what was needed for the picture," Parvarti explained.

"But you didn't have to, really," Serena whispered.

"It's no bother," said Hermione.

Serena pulled the three girls toward her. "Thanks you guys!"

Parvarti placed on her pink veil to go with her Indian costume. Grabbing a gold mask on a stick, Lavender followed her downstairs and dressed as a vampire, Hermione walked down with Serena.

"Why go as a vampire, Hermione?" Serena questioned her.

"It was either that," she replied, "or a castle."

Serena laughed. "People think you're attacking Ron instead of dancing with him."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Serena spotted Ron and Harry commenting on each other's costumes. Ron was dressed in full armor holding a sword and Harry looked better than Serena expected.

"Hi guys," Serena greeted.

At the sound of Serena's voice, the two lads looked up and gasped louder than Serena's friends had done. Ron pushed up his visor to get a better look at Serena. Harry looked frozen where he stood. He tried to think of something to say but no words came. He tried to smile but his mouth wouldn't move. This was his date? He was going to spend the whole evening with this beauty? If Harry had known this, he would've asked Serena a whole lot sooner.

Smiling, Serena walked up to Harry. "You look handsome, Harry! You would never know that your cape used be your old Gryffindor Robes!"

"What?" Harry inquired. "Oh! Yes." He blushed slightly. "Yeah…"

"Let's go," said Hermione.

"You're not going to suck our blood, are you?" Ron teased, closing his visor.

"Oh be quiet!"

Serena chuckled and slid her hand around Harry's arm, causing his cheeks to grow warm. "Come on, I don't want to miss dinner."

Dressed in her short blue mini-skirt and heels, Mina entered the Slytherin Common Room to meet her date. She found Draco standing by the door shuffling through Chocolate Frog Cards. This image of Draco wearing silver and green, holding cards, brought some kind of picture to her mind. She saw another boy, also blond like Draco, but he was wearing all silver and the cards he was holding were actual playing cards. Mina moaned slightly and put her hand to her head. Hearing this, Draco looked up and instead of looking concerned, he looked a bit satisfied.

"Do I make you lightheaded, my lovely?"

"Draco," she whispered, "you look…like…"

Draco smiled and held his arms out. He looked absolutely gorgeous in black slacks and a green silky long sleeved shirt. His black gloves had green diamonds and his eye mask was black. Around his collar, shoulders and there were black belt-like adornments with silver fastenings. Draco looked so much like someone Mina felt like she knew a long, long time ago. Who though?

"Yes, I do look smashing, don't I?" Draco asked. "That first year might have had some good ideas after all."

"Well, this wasn't originally what she had, Draco," Mina reminded him.

"I think this outfit is better," Draco said. "I just think all it needs now is a cape…" he looked behind him then at his date. "What'd you think?"

"Huh? Oh, it's fine, Draco. I think a cape might get in the way."

"Yeah, probably," Draco sighed, shuffling with the cards.

"What's with the cards?" Mina asked.

"I was just thinking how long it will be until my face will be in one of these," he replied, showing her a Hengist of Woodcroft card.

Mina grinned. "Probably won't be long once we win this contest!"

Draco made the cards vanish and grinned back at his girl. "Shouldn't be so much of a problem. Look at us, Mina! Look at you!"

Mina laughed and put her hands on her hips. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Draco said, looking his girlfriend up and down. "You look beautiful."

"Oh, Dracikins!"

"When we win this," said Draco, "we'll go…go somewhere! Just you and me."

"Really?" her eyes perked up.

"Yeah!"

"How about a space shuttle?"

"Sure—a what?" Draco asked, surprised. "What's a space shuttle?"

"It's a thing that takes you to outer space!" Mina says excitedly. "I've always wanted to go in one!"

"Never heard of those," Draco stated, "Mina, are you sure these things exist? That sounds like something your sister would say."

"Of course they do!" She snapped. "Muggles invented them; they landed on the moon and stuff with these things!"

"Muggles invented them!" Draco demanded. "I'm not going into anything a Muggle built!"

"But wouldn't it be cool to go to outer space?" she asked, looking like she was going to cry. She grabbed his arm. "Draco—please! We can go to the moon, and go to the planets…we can see Venus!"

"Mina…"

"Please Dwakey?" she asked.

"But sweetheart," Draco said, trying to sound calm and suave as he cupped her face. "That could be dangerous. How do you know that these things are safe?"

"Well," Mina admitted, "some of them have blown up, but I know ours won't."

"There you see?" Draco asked. "Maybe going into a space shuttle isn't a good idea."

"Drakki…" Mina sniffed with a full, pretty sad pout.

"Oh, Mina, don't look at me like that," Draco muttered, looking away. "It's not going to work. Let's just get to the party. We don't know what the prize is going to be."

"But Draco," she insisted, dropping the sad act and turning into a bit of a vixen. If giving him the puppy dog eyes won't work, she had another ace up her sleeve. She smiled and fingered a certain spot below his ear, making him shiver and step back.

"Mina, you know I'm ticklish there!"

Mina put her arms around him. "You know, we could become famous if we go into space. Get our faces put into the Chocolate Frog cards, maybe even in the Daily Prophet."

She started kissing him. He tried to resist but it was difficult. He grinned as he started kissing him back. Then he realized he was putting down his guard.

"No!" he exclaimed, releasing her as he turned around. "I forbid it!"

Mina kept trying. She put her arms around him.

"Draco, think about all the fun we could have in space together," she said sexily in his air, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Stop!" he shouted but it came out in a giggle. It happened in the worst possible moment as a few couples showed up in the common room to go the ball. Someone wolf-whistled.

"Malfoy, can't you wait until after the ball?"

Draco rolled his eyes. Mina smiled and waved the others on.

"Don't mind us!"

"Mina…"

Mina pushed Draco into a corner and continued to play with his ear and chin and all his ticklish spots. Draco never felt so much less of a Slytherin, a Malfoy. He hated it. He always acted proper and reserved but it was hard to do that when he was ticklish more than anything. He couldn't believe Mina discovered this and ever since she had, she knew just what buttons to push. That was his vice—being probably the most ticklish person in Hogwarts.

"Mina, stop it," he muttered, pushing her hands away. "I don't want to go into a space shuttle."

"You know we can put spells on it," she said, poking him in the ribs and he gave her a 'quit that' look. "We can even shape it as a dragon. You like dragons, don't' you, Draco?"

"Well, sure, but, Mina—I don't feel all that comfortable going into outer space in a—Muggle-made contraption!"

"Oh, so you're scared then?"

"No I'm not!"

"You just said you were uncomfortable."

"That's not the same thing as scared!" Draco muttered. "Don't put words into my mouth. You know I don't like Muggles."

"Come on, we both know you have Muggle clothes," Mina teased.

Draco gasped. "Mina! T-that's not the same!"

Draco made a sour look and folded his arms. Mina put her arms around him began nibbling his ear. His frown slowly turned into a grin.

"We don't have to go right away, you know," she whispered. "Won't you at least think about it?"

Draco groaned. "C'mon, Mina…"

"Please," she said, fingering that sensitive spot behind his jaw again. "I want to see outer space with my Drakey—we could even see the constellation you were named after—wouldn't that be nice?"

"But I look at it all the time in astronomy class," he said.

"It's not the same, isn't it?" she asked. "You know, we can try and find a way if you can make a new and improved constellation of Draco…"

"How?" he questioned her.

"I'm sure we'll think of something," she whispered.

Resisting was getting harder. Draco always gave in eventually.

"Oh, well, I'll think about it," Draco said finally.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Draco muttered. "But…I'd rather it be made by wizards, you know!"

"We'll work something out, Drakey!" she put her arms around him and kissed him. "Thank you, Drakey—you won't regret it."

Draco sighed and stepped back after the kiss. He summoned a full sized mirror to stand before them. He put his arms around her, unable to hide his excitement. "Now let's go to the party. I can't wait to see the look on everybody's face when we show up."

"Yeah," Mina grinned, "they won't know what hit them."

Draco kissed her. "Damn, we look good."

Feeling confident, Mina and Draco walked to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was filling up with students fourth year and up in costumes. While Dumbledore waited for the rest of his students, everyone leaned over and said things like "Who are you?" "What are you supposed to be?" "Ha! How much did you have to pay for that? Two Sickles!"

The Heads of Houses and the majority of the staff was there, except for Darien. He was still in his office, trying to decide if going to the ball was the right thing to do. While thinking about this, he was grading papers and working out ideas for future lessons

Most of the Slytherins were dressed up as the villains in Reenie's witch comic. Pansy Parkinson was dressed in green, even having green hair to resemble Emerald. Her date, Theodore Nott, was dressed as Rubeus. When Mina spotted her sitting with one of her old boyfriends, she felt a flash of jealousy.

"What is Teddy doing with her!" she muttered.

"What'd you say, dearest?" Draco asked fondly.

"Huh, er, oh, nothing," Mina mumbled and they took their seats at the Slytherin table. Some complimented them on their costume while others said they look like a pair of fools.

"Well, the whole school knows I've got better legs than you, Parkinson," Mina snarled. "Tell her, Teddy…"

"What?" Theodore asked, flinching in surprise.

"What?" Draco demanded, looking from Mina to Theodore. "Nott…your outfit's about to become redder…"

Theodore's eyes widened but he tried to smirk. "C'mon, Malfoy, it's not what you think."

Mina gasped and seized Draco's sleeve, pointing at some random decoration. "Oh look, Drakie-poo! Er—um—don't those spiders look like they're actually moving? And wow—live bats! Just like every year!"

"Yeah," Draco mumbled, still glaring at Theodore in an "I-will-curse-you-into-oblivion" way.

Dumbledore finally stood up at six o'clock to welcome his costumed students. Even as the headmaster, he dressed for the occasion wearing a purple eye mask.

"Ah, good evening! It is nice to see your creativity at work here," he said, "first we shall have dinner, followed by the ball. I'm sorry to inform you that the Star Brothers are not coming."

"What!" many girls shouted and they look like they were about to leave.

"The Shooting Stars will be coming instead," Dumbledore said, and seeing the confused faces on his students, he added, "the Star brothers had changed their title."

"That's not funny," Parvarti muttered.

"Speak for yourself," Serena frowned, "I thought they really wouldn't show up…"

"Many of you may remember Fred and George Weasley--," Dumbledore gestured to the Weasley twins to his left. They stood up awkwardly at the same time and it was quick to find out why. They had used a sticking charm to their sides to make them resemble conjoined twins. Fred waved with his left and George with his right. A few people laughed at this.

"they are here doing raffles in Room eleven during the ball. Anyone interested more into getting free prizes than wearing out your feet and getting your toes stepped on," the Headmaster smiled, "can go there."

"Free Skiving Snackboxes to the first four!" Fred shouted.

"Great," Ron groaned.

"Also, the other teachers and I will walk around noting your costumes. The best three couples will compete in a game of wizarding trivia once we've made our decision."

"Trivia?" Hermione squealed. "Oh, I should've studied."

"Why?" her date demanded, turning to her and lifting up his visor. "You're practically a walking textbook, Hermione."

Hermione frowned and shut Ron's visor down on his finger. "Ouch!"

After more comments and the professor stating not to dance too close to your partner and things like that, feast started. There were oodles of food, with floating jack-o-lanterns, live bats and things.

Harry kept gazing at his date and missing his mouth with his fork. He was doing just as Rodger Davies had done at the Yule Ball with Fleur Delacour. But why? Serena wasn't part veela, was she?

Ron was also having difficulty eating. He had to use one hand to keep his visor up while he fed himself with his other hand.

"Ron, why don't you just take your helmet off?" Hermione demanded.

"No, I'm supposed to be a knight!" Ron snapped and his visor came crashing down. "Damn, not again!"

While this exciting event was taking place, the younger classmen were sitting in their common rooms, moping or doing homework. Reenie however, was too busy to worry about that. She had a plan.

Dressed up as Sailor Mini Moon, Reenie knelt down to Diana in the Slytherin Common Room. She lowered her voice so the other inhabitants couldn't hear her. "I'm a first year so I can't go to the ball."

"Poor Cinderella," said Diana.

Reenie laughed. "It's okay, I'm going to throw a Halloween party right here whether the rest of Slytherin likes it or not. But I need you to do something for me."

"What?" Diana asked.

"You can go to the ball," Reenie replied. "Keep an eye on things. Make sure Darien goes as Tuxedo Mask—and he dances with Serena!"

"How?"

"I—I don't know!" Reenie said exasperatedly. "Do what ever you have to do."

"Okay, Reenie," the gray kitten meowed. "I will do my best!"

Diana pranced to the exit of the common room and Reenie turned around just as her new best friend, Rose Parkinson walked in dressed as Sailor Saturn.

"Sailor Saturn?" Reenie breathed, as Rose looked so much like her.

"This is brilliant!" Rose laughed, feeling the skirt and sleeves. "I really love this staff thing too. I can poke people in the bum with it!"

Rose jabbed Reenie lightly with the fake glaive. "C'mon, move it!"

A couple of third years, studying at the table, laughed at the first years. "You're too young to go to the Masquerade Ball you know."

"We weren't planning on going," Reenie hissed, "We're having a party here, right in the common room. Why should we let everyone else have all the fun?"

"You're kidding, right?" demanded a third year.

"Would we be dressed like this if we were kidding?" Rose shot back. "I told my sister all about this party and she said we could use the Common room, so there!"

The third year rolled his eyes.

"She's a prefect," Rose muttered, "if I tell her you didn't let us have the party she'll give you detention!"

They snorted. Reenie laughed.

"Well, if you won't listen to a prefect, maybe you'll listen to sailor scouts!" Reenie yelled.

"Er, yeah!" Rose said fiercely.

The third years laughed. Rose started jabbing them with the fake glaive.

"Out! Out of the common room!"

"Hey!" they exclaimed.

"We don't want you in the party anyway!"

Reenie started hurling pink hearts at the third years, making them go down to their dorms. Once that the common room was all to themselves, the girls laughed.

"That was fun…so…now what?" Rose inquired.

Reenie shrugged.

In Durmstrang

Martina felt like she wanted to puke her whole dinner when she did the first dance with her date. He kept saying how pretty she was and things like that. Lavra smiled over her date's shoulder as they turned around.

"I've been thinking of inventing a new potion," said Vasil, "and a new way to send owls. The Muggleborns told me something about mobile phones so maybe…"

Lavra however, was too busy watching her friend to take in a word her date was saying. "Oh, yeah, sounds great, Vasil…"

The song ended and Martina pulled her hand away before Constantine could kiss it. She walked out of the ballroom. Lavra groaned.

"Lavra, I hope I am not boring you," Vasil muttered.

With his light brown hair, blue eyes and straight nose, Vasil looked nothing like his older brother Viktor. The rectangular wire rimmed glasses he normally wore were transfigured as a blue mask lined with silver. He was dressed in a set of very snappy looking blue robes. He definitely had the look of a smart wizard than a Quidditch player, not that Quidditch players weren't smart.

"Of course you're not!" Lavra said, patting his shoulder. "It's just that my friend Martina is upsetting me."

"Oh," Vasil sighed in relief. "Because I thought--."

"I'll be right back, Vasil," Lavra told her date and she walked off to find Martina.

Vasil frowned after her as he continued what he wasx about to say. "--that you didn't like the idea of Chat Parchments…"

"Ahha, there you are!" Lavra exclaimed, catching Martina on the way to the girls' dormitories. "Trying to sneak off, aren't you?"

"I can't stay in that ballroom anymore!" Martina growled.

"Come on now," Lavra said, "the ball has only just started!"

"Lavra, he's going to be singing to me!" Martina hissed. "I'll be humiliated in front of the whole school. What will my Grandfather say?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll support you!" Lavra said smilingly, seizing her hand.

"I don't want to!"

"You're coming," Lavra grunted as she pulled Martina back to the ballroom. At sight of his date, Constantine beamed.

"I'd like to dedicate this song to the most beautiful girl in all of Durmstrang!" he exclaimed, causing Martina to turn as red as her outfit. "Martina Oleg!"

Couples laughed and clapped. Lavra kept a hold on Martina's arm to keep her from escaping.

"Isn't that sweet, Martina?" Lavra asked.

"Yeah, but too many sweets can make you sick!" Martina scowled.

Beaxbatons

Though Aimee and Grégoire were good friends since they were first years, they were both rather shy, especially around the opposite sex. It was the very first time either of them had slow danced, with anyone. They were dancing very rigidly. Neither of them could loosen up.

Grégoire was wearing a blue outfit with a high color with green trim. There were red patches on his cheeks and his hands were sweaty. The same happened for Aimee and they hardly said two words to each other. Grégoire looked so handsome and he couldn't remember Aimee ever looking prettier.

Grégoire swallowed, trying to find the courage to say something to his date. "A-Aimee?"

"Yes?"

"I—I just wanted to say that—that you look very pretty—this evening."

Both their cheeks blushed redder. Aimee coyly looked down then met her date's eyes. "Thank you."

"How did you get the idea for your costume?" he asked.

"Oh, it just came to me in a dream," she answered.

"A dream?" he inquired, his heart skipping a beat.

"Yes, but I don't think it has anything to do with the future," Aimee added.

Grégoire smiled slightly. He was the best Divination student in Beaxbatons. He knew that this dream Aimee had couldn't have been all about the future, but of the past. That bothered him, because he was having similar dreams. He himself saw the outfit he was wearing this moment in a dream. The thing was, he wasn't the one wearing it. It was some man with long light brown hair.

Grégoire knew that something huge was going to happen to Aimee. He wasn't sure what it is, but he might not ever see her again. That worried him because he loved her. He was just too afraid to admit it because he thought that would push her away from him too.

"My favorite color is blue," Aimee said, "so I used one of my school robes."

"Always thought you looked pretty in blue, Aimee," Grégoire said breathlessly and the pair blushed madly again.

It was true. Aimee always looked lovely in blue. Her hair was even blue. It matched perfectly with all her school robes. She wore blue all the time.

Aimee swallowed, fingering her date's shoulder. "And, and you look good too, Grégoire."

"Hmm?" Grégoire came back to Earth and looked at Aimee. "What?"

Aimee felt a small shudder inside her when she met his blue eyes. "I said that—that you look good."

"Really? You like my suit?"

She nodded, fingering his outfit. "Yes, it's very familiar—I mean—nice."

Grégoire swallowed yet again and pulled Aimee closer to him, as if his arm moved on its own. So Aimee must be remembering some of this. Should Grégoire tell her of the dreams he was having too? What should he do?

"You're a great friend, Aimee," he said shakily.

"You are too, Grégoire," Aimee said, slightly surprised.

Michelle Murdock stopped playing her violin and took a bow. Everyone turned to applaud her.

"She plays beautifully, doesn't she?" Aimee asked Grégoire.

"Yes," Grégoire answered.

Michelle's eyes met Aimee's and they both felt like they saw them before. Aimee stood stunned as did Michelle.

"Aimee?" Grégoire asked, taking her arm. "You all right?"

"Oh yes…it's just that…Michelle sort of reminds me of somebody."

"She did go to Beaxbatons," he reminded her casually.

"Yes, but it's strange," Aimee whispered, rubbing her forehead.

"Excuse me," said Michelle, clearing her throat and putting down her violin and bow. "I need a short water break."

Michelle nodded to other music players as she walked down the platform to the refreshment table. After some consideration, Aimee thought to go talk to her.

"I'm going to have a word with Michelle," she told her date. "Care to join me?"

"Oh, no thank you," he said, "go on. I'm…going to go to the bathroom."

"All right," said Aimee and she walked over to speak with Michelle.

Grégoire watched her approach Michelle and shake hands with her, thanking her for coming to Beaxbatons. Grégoire sighed as he remembered an image from one of his dreams. He saw Aimee speaking to Michelle Murdock about something. He wasn't' sure what but had a feeling it had something to do the other dreams he had been having of her lately. Grégoire walked to the bathroom, took the mask off his face and splashed water on his face.

"This is going to be a long night," he whispered. "I thought this was just going to be a romantic evening with the girl I love but it looks like it won't be."

He sighed and lowered his head. Should he tell Aimee what he had been dreaming since the start of their seventh year? What was going to happen for the remainder of the ball, not just at Beaxbatns, but for the other two schools?

TO BE CONTINUED

Oh yes, I think this is an appropriate end for this chapter. I was thinking of splitting the masquerade ball in separate chapters anyhow. Not too much of a cliffy, is it? And yes, if any of you are wondering, Grégoire is wearing Zoicite's general outfit.