(Note to self: Pansy's dress--GREEN! lol j/p...)

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Chapter 19- This is it...

Pansy entered the ballroom, her flowy green dress swishing around her legs. She had butterflies in her stomach, and they never ceased to annoy the hell out of her. But they had a reason for being there.

Tonight, she would finally meet the mystery man, Ralf Domacoy...and she had no Idea what she was going to say.

They had made plans to meet at the center of the dance floor for the first slow song. She sat down by the ice sculptures and waited for it. She was excited, but at the same time she worried about this. What if he wasn't what she'd expected? What if he was a jerk in real life?

What if he hurt her?

She found herself becoming more and more afraid of hurt, ever since the day she lost Draco. He had been her everything. People kept telling her it was 'for the best' to let him go. But all it brought was pain and suffering...and sleepless nights.

Hopefully Ralf could cure her of that.

She sat and waited, but didn't have to wait long. A slow song came on, and she found it very hard to move her legs, as she made her way to the middle of the floor, waiting for him. People around her were staring at the girl who was alone on the dance floor, but she was too busy waiting for him to care.


Draco was practically running down the halls, Hermione and Blaise following. She passed Ron and Harry with not so much as a hello and a smile, and was on her way. The two just shot her icy glares, turning up their noses. She didn't care. If they couldn't handle it, then they didn't have to.

Still, she missed them if only a little. The three had been best friends since first year, for Bloody sakes.

But right now, she had bigger fish to fry. It was weird, but she actually felt as if Draco was actually her friend. Strange, as to how one of her worst enemies could become her best friend.

The three entered the Dance just in time to hear the first slow song sweep the floor. Draco saw Pansy walk to the center, and swallowed hard.

Blaise took notice of this, and slapped him on the back "Go get 'em Drake..." he told him, supportively.

Draco just nodded. He felt his legs begin to progress towards her, but he could've sworn it wasn't him doing it. His heart was saying 'go' but his mind was screaming at him to 'stop'.

He didn't stop. He walked on and on, his thoughts screaming at him. But he blocked them out with the sight of her. She looked so gorgeous in the dress he'd bought for her. Almost angelic, if she wasn't a Slytherin. Slytherins couldn't really look angelic. In any case, she looked beautiful.

Oh Bloody Hell he thought This is it. You're almost there.

He walked on, as she was turned the otherway, looking for him. He walked up behind her, placing a shaky hand on her shoulder. He felt her tense up, and he breathing quicken.

"Ralf?" she asked.

His Malfoy charm had to come out sometime. Now! Begin now! he yelled at himself. It did nothing.

"Yeah, P..." he said. Oh god, this was it. And he wasn't even self-assured. The one time in his life that he wasn't confident. The one single time he wasn't going to be cocky about something.

She turned to face him, and her breath caught in her chest. Her eyes widened to the size of galleons, as she stared at him. Oh Merlin, those eyes!

Draco, having very little reassurance right now, actually blushed. Draco Malfoy...blushed. Why did one girl mean so much to him? Enough to make the Slytherin badass himself redden in the cheeks?

"Pansy, I-" he began to say, but he didn't know how to word any of it.

She simply stared back at him, her expression full of shock and astonishment.

"Y- you're..." she sputtered. "You're Ralf?" she finally asked, her expression changing into what Draco thought could've been anger. That wasn't good.

"Yes..." he said, quietly. "Pansy, I-...I've been Ralf to try and...well...Pansy I...I love you...You know that."

She stared back at him, a tear falling down her face. "No,...no this is wrong...I- I can't deal with this right now, Draco! Merlin, If I'd thought it was going to be you, I would've never... aww Bloody!" she said, turning on her heel and walking away from him quickly.

Draco watched her leave, his hands trying to reach out to her. He felt something die inside of him as she walked away. Life, as of now was never going to be the same. He wanted to chase her, but it would do no good. He brought his arms back to his sides.

It hadn't worked. The whole plan had backfired.

It took every fiber of his being not to cry. He would wait until he got back up into his dorm to do such things.

Sighing deeply, he walked away from the dancing people. He didn't know how to explain this to Blaise or Hermione, but knew it wouldn't be hard. They'd probably figure it out once he wasn't around anymore.

That was it. With not so much as a hello, he walked right past them, ignoring their confusion and cries for him to come back. He didn't want to talk to anyone. All he wanted was to run...or fly...or die right then and there. Nothing was going to bring Pansy back to him.

He began to run.

He ran so hard. He wanted to get back to his dorm. Back to his alcohol.

But something stopped him. That something was a suit of armor. He wasn't looking where he was going and had ran right into it, hitting his head hard, and slicing a long cut down his side. Falling onto the ground, he winced in pain, but kept going.

Got to get to your dorm, Draco He told himself Got to get there. Got to make the pains go away.

He collapsed, lying there. He had to get there. He had to.

But he couldn't move, as was feeling very light headed. Everything around him was fading. Everything was growing dark.

The last thing he heard before he was out was the faint voice of Hermione, screaming.

Hermione ran to his limp body.

"Draco!" she yelled, kneeling down beside him, placing both hands on his face.

"Come on Draco! Come on, please..." she said.

The teachers came to see what the commotion was about. If it was possible, Snape looked as if he was about to cry.

"What did you do to my prized Slytherin, girl?" he snarled.

Hermione shot the teacher an icy glare. "Me! I didn't do anything! How dare you accuse me!"

Dumbledor didn't say anything. Instead he lifted his wand and muttered a Moblecorpus spell. Dracos limp body was elevated a few feet above the ground.

"He'll need to be taken to the hospital wing..." He told them. Blaise offered to do it, giving hermione a quick kiss on the cheek, before going on his way with Draco.

Hermione was genuinely angry. The teachers had all gone, leaving the students to stare at the small puddle of blood on the floor from his cut. Hermione couldn't look at it. She turned her head to see Pansy staring down with a shocked look. She felt her blood begin to boil.

"YOU!" she screamed at her, pulling out her wand "THIS wouldn't have happened if you had just LISTENED to him!" she pointed it at Pansy shakily.

Pansy glared, pulling out her own wand. "HE HURT ME, GRANGER!" she shrieked back. "You have NO idea!"

"YES I DO!" She shouted "He told me all about how you didn't listen to him, you bloody ignoramus! And that bloody beautiful DRESS he went out of his way to get you! Diffindo!"

She shouted, ripping a large piece of the green dress off her. Pansy glared at the girl.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, MUDBLOOD!" she shrieked, pointing the wand at Hermione's chest.

"Stupefy!" she shouted, shooting a ray of light a Hermione. She flew back a few feet, hitting the wall hard and crumpling to the floor unconscious. Students stared at her, then back at Pansy who had a very scared look on her face. Running away from the students, she raced to find a professor.

Before she went completely out, Hermione had one thought, menacingly pushing at the front of her mind.

Bloody Hell, tonight didn't really go as planned did it?


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