Marcy fell asleep that night in his arms and dreamt another dream. A horrible dream about Tom and his cronies. This time Tom himself dragged Marcy to the lake and they all tortured her. They wouldn't stop no matter what she said. But Tom didn't laugh this time. He stood and watched her suffer. They through her into the lake and she began to drown. She woke up in a cold sweat. Her hand was completely healed, but still hurt slightly. She was granted her ability to go to Hogsmeade even though her hand was throbbing. She walked back to the common room and got dressed. She chose to wear her school uniform. Most girls wore their floral dresses and pearls to Hogsmeade but Marcy didn't see the point. Her uniform was warmer than the dresses and much more comfortable. As she was getting her uniform ready Violet walked into the dorm

"Marcy! You're feeling better! You're going to Hogsmeade! Who are you going with!" she squealed as she ran over to the trunk Marcy was kneeling in front of.

"Yes Violet I'm feeling much better thanks. And I'm going with Tom" she said plainly unfolding her shirt. She almost didn't realize Violets jaw drop. "What? You and Tom? Tom Riddle! I knew it! I absolutely knew it, but Hannah didn't think I was right. I knew you two were together!" she squeaked.

"We're not together. We're, uh, friends you see. Two friends going to Hogsmeade together." Marcy explained innocently. Violet simply smirked.

"Friends. Really? Because that is not what Brutus was rumbling about during dinner last night…" she said raising an eyebrow.

"Brutus! Did you hear anything else Violet?" she said in panic hoping he wasn't "bragging" to his friends.

"No he was in a rage because he walked in on you and Tom getting friendly on the side table" she said with a giggle. Marcy sighed in relief.

"Oh, okay. Good."

"Why was Brutus so mad? It's not like you two were anything relatively serious…" Violet spoke.

"Violet I have no idea. He has this protection issue over me and he hates when Tom and I are together. He's fanatical, honestly" Marcy said with a roll of her eyes.

"Marcy, are you wearing your uniform to Hogsmeade?" she said raising her eyebrows.

"Is that not aloud or something?"

"Marcy! This is your first date with Riddle! You should dress nicely!" Violet argued with a huff.

"Violet this is not a date. And I don't have anything else."

"No, this is a date. I don't care what you declare" and she walked over to her trunk, reaching her hands around rummaging through the clothes she kept in there. She pulled out a blue dress with small green flowers on it.

"Violet, no transgression but that is really muggle. I just can't see myself in that" she shrugged.

"Try it on, please?" she said puffing out her lower lip.

"Fine." Marcy grabbed the dress and changed into it.

"I like the shape of that one, but try this one" she threw a black dress at Marcy. As she put the dress on she began to wonder why Violet had all these dresses. And how they all fit her.

"Violet, why do you have so many dresses? And why do they fit me?" Marcy questioned.

"Well, I like to be prepared. In the muggle world girls are always wearing dresses for any occasion. I'm just used to bringing dresses everywhere. And those ones are small on me, that's why they fit you…" she frowned. Violet was self conscious about her body and even the fact that she is a muggle born.

"Violet stop it. You are beautiful. And you're an amazing witch! No one around here cares about that sort of stuff." Marcy said comforting her friend.

"Yes they do! Marcy you are perfect in every way!" she practically screamed. "It's hard to be friends with someone who's so amazing at everything they do. You're the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. Every boy around here looks at you like you're the greatest thing yet. You're smart, and clever. You're so independent, and it seems like everything is so simple for you! And there's me. Just following you around, the stupid mud blood I am…" she mumbled.

"Violet stop it! You are not a mud blood. You're muggle-born that's all. And you're smarter than me, and equally beautiful. You have a great boyfriend too. What about me? I have no one Violet, so stop this non-sense." She said patting her on the back.

"Marcy you have Tom. Tom Riddle. I would kill for him to just talk to me" she said throwing herself onto the bed. "He's the smartest kid in the school. He's so handsome! And polite. And perfect! But I have Zachary the headstrong moron. He's so revolting Marcy! All he desires to do is put his tongue down my throat and touch me! I hate it!" she said tears starting to form in her eyes.

Marcy was still laughing on the inside because Violet said he was polite. Ha! Tom could be nice, but then a second later the cruelest person ever. Marcy got uncomfortable in these situations. So she thought of the first thing that might make Violet happy.

"Violet… I'll wear whatever you want me to wear. Go ahead…" she trailed off and took in a deep breath. "Go ahead, treat me like a doll. I don't mind." She said faking a smile.

"Marcy really! I can do your makeup and you'll wear one of the dresses? Really!"

"Yes Violet, of course."

So Marcy went through with it and allowed Violet to tug at her hair and do her makeup. She even wore the black dress. It was quite nice for Marcy, and she knew it. It was about an inch and a half from her knee and very tight around the torso and slightly puffed out in the skirt but nothing extreme. It had a casual V neck and the sleeves were perfectly tucked in. the dress looked wonderful on Marcy. When Violet stepped back her hands fell to her sides and her eyes widened.

"Marcy you look…beautiful." She said completely speechless.

"All because of you Violet thank you" she said hugging Violet.

"Here you can wear these. They should fit you, if they don't we could use a shrinking spell. That would be the only non-muggle thing that has to do with your outfit" she said with a laugh. She handed Marcy, small black shoes that were completely flat. Violet wore a dress with a gray skirt and a white top. The lining of the neck of the shirt had gray ruffles and like Marcy's dress, was tight around her torso.

"You look lovely Violet. Breathtaking" said Marcy with a smile.

"Marcy?" said Violet with a small smile on her face.

"Yeah Violet?"

"You don't belong in Slytherin" she said in a whisper.