HELLO EVERYONE! I did some major editing here. chapter 1 didn't have any drastic changes, but chapters 2 and 3 did. as for this chapter, i added a few things and re-wrote it a bit. but all in all, it still has the same plot and such.

i'm sorry for not updating for so long but i promise that i am not going to abandon this story. i always hated it when other authors did that, so i can't go doing the same thing right? haha. i WILL finish it, although it might take me some time, as i have school to worry about and there is also that thing called writer's block.

if you have any ideas as to how the ball should go, feel free to message me or just state your ideas in your review.

i'm looking forward to all your feedback:)

oh, and P.S. i have a new story, Something To Talk About and i'm quite proud of myself because i actually did something responsible and plotted out the entire story before hand. so i would really appreciate it if you read and reviewed that story as well:)

and one more thing, i hope you don't get sick of this message as i will be posting this same one in the next chapter. :P

Chapter 4

Draco watched the youngest Weasley stagger to the Gryffindor Table for breakfast in amusement, knowing she had a hang over. She definitely looked like it too.

Her blouse was inside out, both her knee highs were sagging around her ankles, her mary janes were unbuckled , her soaked hair was plastered to her pale, pasty face and she had purple smudges under her eyes.

He also watched her allow her friends to tut at her and take advantage of her dazed state by casting spells at her behind her back, thus drying her hair and puling it back with a green headband, allowing a few shorter strands of her hair frame her face, adjusting her uniform, applying a bit of makeup on her and casting a spell on her socks to keep them from sagging.

He watched her friends smile smugly and nod in satisfaction. He had a feeling they were thinking, "If only Ginny was always like this… we could fix her up without her even noticing!"

He smirked to himself. He didn't have a problem with that.

Just then, he remembered what had happened the night before. He groaned. He thought the alcohol he drank last night would make him too hung over to remember what happened. His head didn't even hurt. It was almost as if alcohol didn't affect him anymore.

She was staring at him with tired, smiling eyes and breathing heavily, after just dancing- raspberry lips moist and slightly open.

He certainly would've stopped himself if he could but…well, he couldn't. He found himself leaning forward to kiss her.

And what do you know, the moment he decided to do just that, she fainted in his arms! He groaned. Come on, was the thought of kissing him too much for her to handle? He knew he was irresistible but this was just…

Anyway, he has to take care of the situation immediately! He lifted her into his arms and stealthily made his way to the Gryffindor common room. God, she looked so peaceful… so innocent! Anyone who would sneak up on her while she was sleeping would never suspect that this sleeping angel was in fact a sly, malicious, conniving little witch. And her scent! She smelled sweet and spicy at the same time. A scent he had been particularly fond of ever since.

"Fottuto" (fuck) he muttered to himself. This was not happening. He was not attracted to the Weasel. No way. Never.

He bent his head and cursed himself; thus distracting him and making him bump into someone. The string of curses that escaped his lips could've made even Voldemort blush.

"Draco? What are you doing here?"

Thank Merlin it was only Lavender.

"Where's Gi- Oh my God! What happened to Ginny?!" Lavender exclaimed once her gaze dropped down to Draco's arms.

"Would you shriek a little louder? I'm pretty sure you haven't perforated the ear drums of every wizard in Iceland." Draco replied a little sarcastically. "She fainted. And don't ask me why she did, because I don't have the answer to that."

"You're actually admitting that you don't know something." Lavender said, barely able to keep the surprise off her voice.

"Oh, what a revelation!" Draco exclaimed flatly.

Just then, a house elf came scurrying up to them, looking absolutely terrified.

"Jobie is sorry sirs and miss! Jobie accidentally added rum to Miss Weazy's ice cream! Me is sorry!" The house elf wailed.

"It's okay! It's okay! We'll take care of her!" Lavender hurriedly consoled the house elf, in attempt to shut him up.

"Just go back to the kitchen and clean and cook or something." Draco added.

"But Jobie must punish himself!" The house elf continued wailing.

"Merlin's beard, shut up!" Lavender cried.

"Just leave!" Draco hissed.

Jobie's head snapped up at his comment and scurried away.

Lavender heaved a sigh of relief.

"Look," Draco said, already recovered from the incident. "Bring Ginny back to her dorm. I'm sure you know how to take care of hang overs."

"Why? I can't carry her."

"Well, I don't know your password."

Lavender leaned forward and whispered, "Apple Jellybeans." Before whisking away.

Draco didn't know where Lavender was going exactly, but he couldn't seem to muster an ounce of concern for the matter. He muttered something under his breath and moved towards the Fat Lady's portrait. The thin-deprived lady was too sleepy to even care who was there.

He walked towards the couch of the thankfully empty common room to lay Ginny down. Arms still around his neck, Ginny stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled at him sleepily and said,

"Thank you for carrying me here Draco. You're an excellent dancer."

Then she tilted her head up to kiss him softly on the lips.

He stole a glance at the redhead of the moment.

Did she remember?

Did he even want her to remember?

"What's up Ginny? Are you sick or something?" Parvati asked, eyeing Ginny, who was lying face flat on the table.

"I know what's wrong with her. She's got a hang over. Drink some coffee. It helps." Lavender said, pushing a steaming cup of coffee towards her friend who reluctantly accepted.

"A what?!" Parvati shrieked incredulously.

"You know, when you're drunk the day before, leaving you with headaches and such." Lavender explained a bit sarcastically.

"I know that!" Parvati snapped.

"Of course you do. You've experienced it loads of times." Lavender snickered.

"How'd I get a hang over?" Ginny mumbled, sipping on her coffee.

Lavender filled the two in on the rum-in-ice cream- incident and ending with the Malfoy- carrying- Ginny- up- to- her- room incident.

"Malfoy carried Ginny to her room? That's sweet." Parvati gave a wistful sigh.

"No it's not!" Ginny said. "It's kind of… disturbing." Ginny couldn't believe she had to actually fake her shudder.

But then, Ginny suddenly stopped. She had a dream the night before. It was exactly how Lavender explained how Ginny got a hang over. Except… in the she ended up kissing Malfoy when he lay her down on the couch.

She had a sinking feeling that it hadn't all been a dream at all.

"Attention sixth and seventh year students!" Professor Trelawny yelled.

The Great Hall quieted down.

"Good morning students." She addressed. "As you all know, Halloween is drawing nearer. And as a test for all couples, a Masquerade will be held. A spell will be cast on each of you so that no one would recognize you and so you would not be able to give your name. Each person must be able to find their spouse by the end of the ball which is midnight by using what you learned about each other during the past weeks. I assure you that none of you will be able to cheat since an anti-cheating ward will be cast. Formal muggle attire is required. Enjoy."

A/N: Anyway, I think the explanation for the masquerade ball is a bit vague so here's a bit of information:

Since a spell is cast on each person to make them er… unrecognizable, the students would not know which person their spouse is (obviously). He students are supposed to figure out which student their spouse is through… you know, what they learned about each other.

Yeah, pretty hard challenge for a few spouses who've only known each other for a few weeks. But you all have faith on our lovely couple don't you?