hi...graduation tomorrow...im crying buckets!
but this is good for u guys becuz...I CAN UPDATE MORE!
the next chapter is going to be awesome...and long! i can promise you that much. but here is a preview into the next chapter. I know you don't get to see the reaction of his hair yet but it's coming...it's coming.
I am not allowed to mix red hair dye into Draco's shampoo.
"Are you sure it's the right color?" Alice asked me for the millionth time.
"Yes, and even if it was wrong, it would still have the same affect. Now, all we have to do is wait to see what happens. Blaise said he exchanged it with the right bottle…all I can say is that we'd better watch what we use from now on!"
"Oh Merlin, here he comes!" Belle exclaimed, grabbing both mine and Alice's arms and tugging us back so we were hidden out of sight from Draco, who was furiously stomping down the stairs from the boys dorm. The black hood on his robe was covering his head, giving him a very dementor/death eater look. I slid into his sight, chatting quietly with Belle and Alice, pretending not to notice him. Then, accidentally, I "bumped" into him.
"Oh," I cried out. He swiftly reached out to grab my arm, steadying me. We both blushed. "Goodness," Belle remarked, "I didn't know it was halloween yet."
Draco frowned thoughtfully, then jerked his chin in agreement. "No, it's not. But it is getting close to Christmas. May I have a word with you Miss Greengrass?"
"What's with the pleasantries?" I asked.
"You'll see," he smirked.
He held out his arm courteously. I grabbed it somewhat hesitantly and looked at him with my head cocked. Ignoring my friend's protests, he led me out of the common room and through a painting I had never seen before. We came out a few steps later and he stopped in front of a random wall. After a second, two large oak, rose engraved doors appeared. He opened one, and then led me in. I gasped at the breathtaking view. We were standing under the Eiffel Tower. He pivoted around and pulled me closer.
"I..uhhh..well…"
"I won't laugh, promise. Go on…" I encouraged.
"There's going to be a Christmas Ball so...willyou um domethehonorofbeingmydate?"
"Huh?"
"Sorry, I've never been quite this nervous doing this but there's going to be a Christmas Ball, so would you do me the honor of being my date?"
I gazed into his deep blue gray eyes for a second. They were laced with uncertainty that got even worse when I exclaimed incredulously, "Are you SERIOUS?"
He stuttered for a second. "Umm, sorry?"
"OF COURSE I'LL GO!"
A huge smile lit up his face.
"Really?"
"Yup!"
"Well then, I've sorta got a surprise for you…"