On my way to Erica's room to get ready together, I spy Blaise Zabini talking with Malfoy. I'm hit with an idea and go over. Draco welcomes me and sits me on his lap.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Nothing. Blaise, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," he replies with a small smirk.

I hear Malfoy warn, "Don't even think about it," as he follows me to a far corner. I whisper my idea in his ear. He agrees. I finish my trip to Erica's room after saying good-bye to the boys.

She darkly lines her eyes with "Kiss Me Charcoal" eyeliner and puts on "Red Rose" lipstick on. She also straightens her hair and applies her definition mascara.

I apply gold, shimmery eye shadow, my volumising mascara, and my "Gold Digger" lip gloss. I pull about a third of my curled, raven hair onto the top of my head and into a ponytail. The rest just hangs.

We look absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so, myself - and I do!

When we enter the Great Hall, we see that the house tables are pushed against the walls, piled with an array of chips, dips, and drinks.

Shortly after, an African American boy comes and asks Erica to dance. He is wearing a tux and a "Phantom of the Opera" style mask. She accepts. The boy and I wink at each other. My plan to hook Erica up with Blaise Zabini worked.

Then, a guy with wonderfully messy bleach-blonde hair, grey eyes, and a quarter moon mask asks me to dance. I accept, also.

We dance until 11:58. Only two more minutes and everyone can take off their masks. Won't Erica be shocked to see who I set her up with?

At the stroke of twelve, I face my partner - although, I already know who he is - and take off my mask.

"Simmons?"

"Davies?" Standing across from me isn't Draco, but Rodger Davies, a Hufflepuff!

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to be here with - Cho!"

"How could you?!" she yells at him, hurt. "I told you specifically what I was wearing!"

"Oops!" Busted.

"Well, you're not the only one. I wonder who - Draco!" I see him sitting and snogging some one, who looked like me, in a dress exactly like mine, only pink with silver embroidery.

"Draco, I'm right here!" I scold.

"Collette?" he questions as he breaks away from the mystery woman. "If that's you, then, who is this?" He takes off the mask to reveal the ugliest face known to man - even uglier than Medusa!

"Take that second mask off! You're going to scare all the first years! Oh, wait. That's your face? Oops," I say in mock innocence.

"Very funny, Simmons," Pansy sneered. "How do you like the new extensions?" She pets her long, black locks. Her now curly, long, black hair is in a similar style as mine, only the hair on top of her pug-like face is in a bun.

"I thought I described my hair and dress to you," I scold Draco.

"You did. I just wasn't listening."

"What were you doing?"

"Picturing you naked," he mumbled.

"Great," I exclaim sarcastically. On the upside, Erica really was with Zabini. On the down side, she turned down his offer to go steady.

"Why did you turn down Zabini?" I ask Erica later that night whilst drying my face with a towel in her personal bathroom.

She comes up for air at the sink and says, "I have my eyes on some one else."

"Who is it?" I'm a sucker for a good gossip story - especially when it comes to boys. Hey, I may be an evil master mind, but that doesn't mean I'm not still a girl!

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"You'll laugh."

"Please?" I beg.

"Fine. I like…Harry."

"You mean Harry…Oh, my…" Well, I'm shocked. No wonder she had been jealous of my plan for getting Malfoy jealous. No wonder she had felt so much better when news got around that Harry and I were just a fling.

"Yes. I like him," she admits, blushing as red as her lips were moments ago.

"Wow. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Never did I think I'd see the day."

"Exactly. That's why you can't tell anyone."

"You're secret's safe with me."