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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would have better things to do with my life.

That morning, my head was a little more adjusted to the fact that I was living in an alternate universe. Well, as adjusted as one's head can be.

"Good morning," Ria trilled as I applied makeup in front of one of the mirrors.

"Hi," I greeted her, trying to shake myself out of slumber that my shower hadn't worn off.

"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked. I nodded.

"Did you have lovely dreams? About Harry maybe?" she giggled. I playfully smacked her arm.

"No, I did not," I informed her, grabbing my makeup bag and flouncing out of the room. We went to breakfast together and observed as Hermione read, Ron ate and attempted to speak, and Harry stared at me quite awkwardly. I was very uncomfortable.

"Good morning, Harry," I said, attempting to start a conversation.

"Good morning, Demeter," he replied, flustered.

"So, you never told me if you had a date for the ball yet," I asked, trying to press him on to confess his undying love for me... or something.

"I don't," he replied, his face turning reddish. Ria looked from him to me and a funny smile crossed her face.

"Demeter doesn't have a date either," she grinned wickedly. I glared at her. He's supposed to be the one to ask me! Not you!

"Oh. Um, that's... interesting," Harry stammered, shoving his eggs around on his breakfast plate.

"Yeah. I'm not sure if I'm even going to go now," I added.

"You shouldn't not go just because you don't have a date!" Harry cried, his head popping up.

"I don't know, I'd feel weird going to a ball without a date," I said, praying Harry would just ASK ME!!!!!

"Foo amph Dephmefer kufph goll togifer," Ron tried to say. It appeared as though he was getting used to the sensation of having food in his mouth while speaking.

"I think Ronald is right. Neither of you have dates. You should go together," Hermione said.

"Ronald?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised. Hermione furrowed her brow.

"That's odd. I've never called Ron-ald- I mean Ron-ald- Hmm. Strange, I can't seem to say his name." She shrugged. I stabbed at a piece of sausage. Hermione calls him RON, you idiot, not Ronald. Just like everybody else.

"I'm going to Hogsmeade this afternoon to get a dress for the ball," Ginny Weasley announced as she sat down beside us. "Who wants to go with me?"

Enter panic mode. Doesn't Ginny like Harry?

"Who are you going with?" I asked as I choked on a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Michael, of course," Ginny scoffed. "What about you?" I shook my head.

"I don't have a date," I admitted.

"Neither does Harry. You two should go together." I gaped at her. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN LOVE WITH HARRY POTTER!!!!!

"Well, I guess, I mean, if you want to..." Harry began.

"Yes?" I asked, grinning sweetly at him. I make myself sick. He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Do you want to go to the ball together? I mean, with me?" I laughed at his awkwardness.

"I'd love to Harry."


Even though the God-figure (I really must give her a name) was particularly annoying with her clichés, I did like her particular habit of excluding classes from her chapters. During the day when I was supposed to be learning, I would just experience this odd sort of blur where next to no time passed and I was left only with memories of the lessons and random boys hitting on me, mostly Malfoy.

"Are you guys ready to go to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked after classes. "The ball is tomorrow night, you know." I sighed. The God-figure needed to check her timeline. School just started, like, yesterday. Meaning tomorrow is probably Wednesday, not to mention that a Hogsmeade visit on Tuesday is unheard of, unless your name is Fred or George Weasley. This is so sick.

"Yeah, where do you plan on going?" I asked.

"Madame Jacqueline's Dress Shop, of course," Ginny exclaimed. "They're the only good dress shop in town. I really hope we can find something!"

"Me too," I muttered. She led Hermione, Ria, and I down a few hallways, behind a statue, through an underground tunnel, and into the back room of some shop.

"C'mon, let's go!" Ginny rushed.

"Ginny, we can't just walk out of a storeroom! We're not even supposed to be here!" Hermione protested.

"Hermione, stop being such a goody. I'm friends with the guy that owns this shop," Ginny informed her. I raised my eyebrows.

"How did you get that connection?" I asked.

"I get him discounts in Fred and George's store," she shrugged.

"Well then, let's get on with it," Ria insisted, pushing us all out the door.

"Hi, Klaus!" Ginny called, waving at a very overweight man who was restocking the shelves with books.

"Hello, Ginny and friends!" he called back with a German accent as we walked out the door.

"Ah, finally, we're in the open!" Ria sighed. "I can breathe again!"

"We don't have much time! We need to get in and out of Madame Jacqueline's shop as soon as possible," Hermione instructed.

"We have plenty of time, Hermione, and I'm sure there will be tons of dresses. It won't take too long," I assured her.

"Easy for you to say, Demeter! Every single dress you put on will look fantastic," Ginny complained.

"Please, be reasonable," I sighed. "I'm not perfectly gorgeous or anything." Ginny sent Ria a wink.

"Harry seems to think so," she giggled. I averted my eyes as my stomach turned. I was so sick of hearing about Harry this and Harry that and Oh, Harry loves you!

"Do you really think so?" I murmured, trying to look demure and embarrassed.

"Dee. He stares at you through every meal until the moment you look his way. I'm pretty sure he's got the hotts for you," Ria insisted.

"Ronald told me that Harry asked him to ask me about you," Hermione added. I laughed it off.

"We'll see. Until then, I'll need a killer dress to blow him away."


I pushed the door of the shop open and gazed at the rows of dresses. Ria whistled in amazement at the display.

"Goody goody gumdrops," she whispered. I giggled and marched in.

"We've got a busy task ahead of us, girls. Let's get started," Ginny ordered. We each grabbed our favorite dresses in our sizes and dragged them to the dressing rooms, with the exception of me. See, after I had quickly browsed through the store and found nothing I particularly liked, I knew exactly what trick the God-figure had up her sleeve. My dream dress would not be found in the front, but the most gorgeous gown that had been special ordered but never picked up that just happened to be in my size would be sitting in the back.

"Can't you find anything you like?" Hermione asked as she zipped up a yellow gown.

"Not really, and that yellow looks horrible," I said. Hermione nodded and slipped out of the gown, picked up a deep red floor-length dress. I nodded with approval and turned to survey Ginny's efforts.

"What do you think of this?" she asked, twirling about in a midnight blue tea-length gown.

"Ginny, you look gorgeous!" I cried, rushing over.

"I love it," she admitted. "How much is it?" I turned over the price tag.


"I'll find another one," Ginny said sadly, beginning to unzip it.

"Nonsense. You will wear this dress to the ball and look like an angel for Michael," I insisted, pulling two Galleons out of my purse. Look, I'm hott and rich!

"No, I couldn't!"

"Yes. You can."

"Oh, you're right. I can," Ginny giggled, taking the coins.

"I can't decide," Ria complained, holding up two gowns. One was a tea length forest green, the other was a floor length purple.

"Ria..." Ginny began. "Did you look in the mirror when you tried on the purple?" Ria wrinkled her nose.

"Uhh... no?"

"Good. Then the green will do just wonderfully." Hermione had chosen the red dress, so it looked like everyone was settled except for me.

"You still don't have a dress?" Ginny exclaimed. An attendant overheard her and rushed over.

"Can I help you with anything?" she inquired.

"My friend here is trying to woo this handsome guy and she needs a killer dress," Ria explained. "Can you help her out? For our sake?" The woman laughed.

"Yes, of course. Do you have any color preferences?" I shrugged.

"I don't really mind, as long as it looks ok," I replied.

"Blue," Hermione said. "For her eyes." The woman looked me over.
"You know what? I think you're friend is right. Is there any chance that you wear a size 2?" Knowing the God-figure, that was exactly perfect.

"Yes, I do," I said.

"Then follow me to the back, I think I might have the perfect thing for you. A woman special ordered it a few months ago for her daughter, but decided to get something else instead." I trailed behind her as she searched through a rack of dresses for the gown. Finally, she pulled one out and held it behind her and out of my sight.

"Now you go on to the dressing room. I want this to be a surprise," she grinned. I complied. Closing my eyes in the dressing room, the soft fabric slipped over my head. I could hear the zipper being done.

"Open your eyes," Ginny said.

I love the God-figure.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!

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