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Chapter 5: What just happened?

Every year, after the feast, the Gryffindors had a huge 'Start of the Year' Party. A few people would sneak butterbeer and firewhiskey (among other things) into the common room and we'd party it up until somebody came and shut us down. I, being the only one with an iPod, was in charge of music.

When we were back in Gryffindor tower, Ginny and I both started rummaging through our trunks looking for something good to wear. Each of us pulled out all of the potential outfits and layed them out on our beds to help each other decide.

"I'm thinking black skirt with the white top for you," I said, reviewing Ginny's clothes. "Oh, and then those black sparkly heels!" Shoes were always my favorite part of the outfit.

"Okay, I'll try that and you try the ripped jeans, brown belt, and pink and white shirt," she said, "and YOUR black sparkly heels, of course," she finished with a giggle.

She went into the bathroom next door to change and I changed in the room. I looked and the outfit in the mirror and it was good. I'd somehow managed to get a decent tan this summer and was showing it off with the strip of stomach you could see between my shirt and low-rise jeans, but of course the shoes just brought it all home. When I stepped away from the mirror and turned around I found Ginny back in the room. She looked good too. The tight black skirt landed at about the length of her fingertips and the blousy white tank went well with her hair. And the shoes just made it sexy.

"Wow," she said, "got it on the first try."

"No kidding," I said giving her a high five. We never got the outfit right in one try, it was our lucky day.

We both proceeded to the bathroom to primp and such.

"It better be a good one tonight," I said. I planned on getting pretty intoxicated, having a good time, and forgetting all about my talk with Draco earlier.

"What makes you think it wouldn't be?" Ginny questioned.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I'm just in the mood to get crazy."

She laughed. "What has gotten into you?" she asked jokingly.

"Oh you know," I said looking at her and smirking, "I like to party."

"Whatever you say," she chuckled, "just don't expect me to hold your hair while you vomit later."

"Oh Ginny," I sighed, "What a friend. I simply don't know what I would do without you."

We both laughed before heading out of the bathroom and down to the common room.

I set up my iHome (which I'd managed to get to work even in Hogwarts) and put on my party playlist.

Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard.

When we drink, we do it right, gettin slizzard.

Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like three6,

Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6.

I stood up and turned around to find Ginny with two shots of firewhiskey in her hand. She shoved one into my hand and took a step back so we could survey the room.

"I think I'm gonna dance with Dean," she yelled to me over the music.

"Good choice." I said with a nod. "I haven't decided yet."

"Hmmm," she looked around the room, " What about McLaggen?"

"Tool." I said simply.

"That's why it's just a dance," she said, "Yeah he's a tool, but he's hot, which makes him good to dance with."

I nodded in agreement. "Valid argument."

We took our shots together before parting ways. She made her way over to Dean Thomas while I began walking toward Cormac.

As I got closer he noticed me and flashed his best 'charming guy grin'.

"Hey," I said with a smile when I reached him.

"Hi," he replied. "You look great."

"Thanks." I smirked and swung my bangs out of my face. "Wanna dance?"

"I'd be honored," he said. Ughh, he was stupid if he thought those stupid lines were gonna get him in my pants, but I still loved dancing.

I grabbed his hand and led him to the area that had become the dance floor.

No Hands by Wocka Flocka Flame was now playing. We both started moving in time with the music. I turned around and let him take my waist and pull me into him. We both moved side to side as his hands guided my hips. He wasn't too bad.

"Girl the way you movin', got me in a trance," he sang into my ear. 'HA. Lame.' I thought. If he was trying to impress me, it wasn't working very well. Nonetheless, I reached my hand to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

I turned my head to the side and noticed Fred looking at me. He was standing with some 5th year girl who was talking to him, but he didn't seem to be listening. I didn't really know why he was looking at me but I turned away and kept on dancing.

When the song was over I pulled away from Cormac and turned to look at him.

"Thanks for the dance," I said with a smile. I gave him the 'I'm ditching you' kiss on the cheek (something Ginny and I always did) and started to walk away.

"You're beautiful, Grace," he said, trying to reel me back in.

"Thanks, " I smirked, "I try," and kept walking. He really was such a tool.

I made my way over to the alcohol. If I was really gonna have a good time tonight, I figured I'd better get started.

When I reached the table of drinks, I joined Isabelle and Kory, two girls in my year. Ron and Hermione were also there, along with Justin Cassidy, a 6th year boy.

"Let's take some shots!" I exclaimed to all of them as I began passing out shot glasses that had been sitting on the table.

"WOOOOO, go Grace," Justin laughed. He grabbed the firewhiskey and filled each of our glasses.

"To the tournament," Ron toasted.

"Fuck that," I said. "To living young, wild, and free." That was all I wanted to feel like or think about right now.

"Hell yeah," Justin said raising his glass to me. We all downed our shots and followed up with a second.

Before leaving, the table I took a cup and filled it with BBeer.

"McLaggen? Really?" I heard from behind me.

I turned to see Fred raising his eyebrows at me.

"Well he's a good dancer at least," I replied with a shrug.

"Oh come off it, Grace," he said, "You could do better."

"Are you offering?" I said with a smirk. I don't know what drove me to say that, but I did. Probably the 3 shots I just did.

Fred didn't answer, he just took my hand and near-dragged me to the dance floor.

Tonight I'm Lovin You by Enrique Iglesias was now playing.

Fred pulled me close to him and held onto my hips tightly. I allowed myself to move with him to the music. I closed my eyes and felt the sound coursing through my body and let myself become immersed in it.

I pulled the 'drop it low' move and Fred kept with me.

I felt great. It was easy to be dancing with him, it felt right.

As the song faded out, Hey Baby by Pitbull started up. We just kept on dancing and transitioned into the next song.

I don't know how long we were dancing, but it felt like forever. And I didn't want it to end.

Eventually I felt Fred stop moving and step away from me. I turned to say something to him, though I didn't know what it would be, but before I even got the chance he was walking away.

I felt confused.

I had never thought of Fred as anything more than a friend. But what had just happened was hard to ignore. It felt so perfect, so comfortable, like I never wanted to dance with anyone else.

Now I really didn't know what to do with myself.

I had already been disgruntled by my talk with Draco on the train earlier and now I was thinking I had feelings for Fred Weasley. I was overwhelmed.

Not only was I overwhelmed, but I was overwhelmed and standing in the middle of a raging party.

So what did I do? I made my way back over to the drink table where I planned to live young, wild, and free, and most importantly, forget about all of the crazy things that were racing through my mind.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. Between field hockey and school I've been really busy but I'm gonna try to update more regularly. But anywayyyyy, i hope you like this chapterr :) please review and let me know what you think! :)