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"Gin! I mean, Ginny! Ginerva?" Blaise shouted at the young red-head that was walking down the corridor with her friends a little while ahead of him. Ever since 'speaking' to Ron he had been seeking her, wanting to ask her to the ball with him, but he had had no since luck until now. He started to run fatser, trying desperately to catch up. He was getting closer and closer by the second, hand outstretched ready to get her attention. Ginny was rounding a corner now, most probably heading up to her common room, Blaise thought. He was almost there now, she was not more than a metre away, when all of a sudden,

"Blaise, my boy! Just the person I was looking for!" Draco rounded the corner, and barred his way. Blaise peered over his broad shoulder, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of Ginny, but she'd gone. He turned back to his friend and glared at him. "What?" Draco asked innocently.

"You." Blaise folded his arms over his chest, "You, just stopped me from asking the girl of my dreams to the ball!"

"Who? Professor Rrofessor McGonagall? Thats disgusting! She looked like she was in a hurry to get away from something or someone when I saw her a second ago, now I know why! She was trying to escape you're clutches. Blaise, seriously, shes like what, fifty years older than you! How about someone you're own age? I'm sure Hermione has a friend, whats she called-?"

"GINNY!"

"Exscuse me?" Draco asked.

"I was trying to ask Ginny, not McGonagall! You're sick mate. Not right in the head!" he answered, grossed out by the thought of him and the transfiguration teacher. He shuddered slightly.

"Oh, Weaslette? Yeah, sounds good. Good luck with it." Draco slapped his friend on the back and began to make his way down a flight of stairs. Blaise watched him walk away, wondering how he did it. I mean if he hadn't been going out with Hermione, Draco would have ranted and raved at him about asking a Gryffindor, but as 'King Of Slytherin' he could do anything he wanted and nobody would dare say anything. He could now see why some of the younger Sytherin's looked up to him so much. Blaise began to make his way to the common room hoping that some Gryffindor might be outside so he could ask them to fetch Ginny for him. Luckily for him Ron was stood there.

"Hi Ron!" Blaise shouted at him. "No wait, stop! Ron!"

The red-headed boy turned around and gaped at the Sytherin making his way towards him, "NOO! I've been sexually harassed too many times for one night. Please, leave me be!"

"What, no Ron. I want to speak to Ginny can you get her for me?" Blaise asked, a little embaressed that Ron thought he 'swung that way'. Ron looked him up and down then muttered a 'fine' under his breath and made his way into the common room, only a minute later returning with his sister in hand. He swung her towards Blaise then returned through the portal, leaving the poor girl stood mistified.

"You wanted me?" she asked cautiously, with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, um, yes, I...yes, susppose, I." he stuttered not making sense, Ginny eyed him warily.

"Do, you have a, er...date for the ball?" Blaise shuffled his feet.

"No, I dont. Why?" she smirked, obviosuly knowing where he was going with this.

"Would you, um...?" he scratched the back of his head and smiled at her, "Go with me?"

"I'd love too!" she hugged him tight then let go again, "Pick me up at seven on sunday!" she giggled and retreated into her common room.

Blaise silently celebrated, so happy that he had finally asked her and even more, that she had agreed! He pumped his fist in the air and laughed.

Hermione stared at the ticking hands on her clock, tapping her feet impatiently and looking around expectantly around the corridor. Draco had never ever been one to be late for anything, so why start now? He had meant to meet her outside the Gryffindor common room ten minutes ago. She slumped against the wall waiting and waiting for him to turn up. Finally, a rather dishevelled blonde male skidded around the corner.

"Where the hell have you been?" she cried.

"Getting ready! Did you not get my owl?"

"No, nothing came through, why were you so late getting ready then?" she smiled, her temper from before drifiting away.

"Blaise wanted tips on ways he could impress Ginny." he replied with a smirk.

"Oh!" Hermione cooed, "Aren't those two so cute?"

"I suppose?" Draco said, feeling a bit awkward saying that another male, his best friend in fact was cute. "Let's just go and get some robes, eh?" he asked, pulling her into a tight squeeze against his chest. She nodded her head and kissed him on the lips.

"What about this one? It really brings the colour out in your eyes?" Hermione asked as she held up a robe infront of Draco's torso so that he could see in the mirror. It was black in colour with some green embelishments on. Draco cocked his head from side to side as if assesing it. He then looked from Hermione, then back at the suit again.

"Do you like it?" he asked her.

"Yes, I think its lovely, why?"

"Then I'll get it." he gave her a grin and gently took it out of her hands. He turned over the tag in his fingers, it wasn't a bad price, he was sure his parents wouldn't mind if he got it. Before he realised it, he was at the cash register and Hermione was taking the robes back off him and handing them over to the man on the otherside. Draco didn't know why, but he was never comfortable when in a shop with Hermione where men worked. I mean, take Derek for example! The annoying prat obviously fancied the pants off her. Ooh, Hermione's pants! A devilish smirk etched across his face.

"Draco..." Hermione warned him, as if she knew what he was thinking.

After paying, the couple walked over to the womens section of the shop which was a lot bigger than the males section and a lot more colourful and bright. Hermione ran staright over to a rack and began 'oohing' and 'awing' at all sorts of dresses. Whenever she found one she liked she'd call Draco over and make him carry it around for her while she oggled at the rest of them in awe. Thirty minutes later and you could barely make out who was carrying the humongous pile of dresses.

"Mione, babe. I really think you've got enough to try on." he said to her, his voice muffled because of the fabric that was almost suffocating him.

"First of all don't call me babe, and second a girl can never have too many dresses, or shoes coming to think of it." Hermione gasped. "Oh my god. Shoes! I need shoes. And a bag, make-up! OH MY GOD! Draco we dont have long. I'll go try these on quickly and then we're making a quick move, got it?" Before he could answer, she had already snatched the dresses out of his aching arms and run off to the changing rooms.

"Women..." Draco sighed, as he slumped into a nearby chair.