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Doing errands. That's exactly how I want to spend my afternoon, the day of a party at the Parkinson's. I'd rather be getting ready, like my older sister, Daphne. Though, I'd understand why she would need the time. Pansy Parkinson is her best friend and everyone knows her. Me? I'm just Daphne's younger sister, who just graduated Hogwarts last year. Sure some of my friends will be there, but I don't need to impress them with my looks like she does. Boys will be all around her. As for me, no boy would ever look at me the way they look at her. Though I hoped tonight would've been different. I thought I'd actually have some time to look pretty tonight. Well I guess I'll just have to do whatever I can with what little time I'll have after I'm done with these errands.

Daphne always got most of the attention when there were big gatherings with the rich pureblood families. Being a Greengrass meant that you were invited to those. So, seeing her being crowded with people got more and more annoying each time. Surely, I was not jealous. It's just she had a different personality towards me. And I wouldn't even be around her. I'd only come up to her once or twice and say a word or two, then walk away. But, she still looked at me with daggers in her eyes. Tonight would be no different.

Last errand of the day and it was about 2 hours before the Parkinson's Masquerade Ball started. Just enough time to get mine and Daphne's gowns from the tailors, return home, and get ready. Daphne would have at my head if I return home any later.

As I entered Teresa & Trabella's Tailoring Shop, there was a man with white-blonde hair, wearing a black suit, standing at the counter. He was only about a couple inches taller than I and he looked like the same age as Daphne. As soon as he turned to look at me, I knew exactly who he was. Draco Malfoy, the former Death Eater. Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I whispered, "bloody hell." I wasn't a fan of him like all the other Slytherin girls were. In fact I hate him for joining the Dark Lord's side. My family was supporters, but Daphne and I still didn't approve. Even so, Daphne still fancied over Malfoy. It disgusted me then. Still does even now when it's been years since the final battle.

He looked away from me and looked back over the counter. Malfoy looked irritated as if he had been standing there for hours, waiting. I walked over to the counter, standing at least a foot away from him. He looked back at me as if I seemed familiar. I don't see how he could know me. He'd only hang around Daphne and all their friends. I don't look anything like Daphne. She has blonde hair, while I had brown. We both agreed that if we were going to be in the same school, we didn't want to look alike anymore. So, I changed my hair color since I was the new comer. I still don't know the exact reason why. Probably, so people don't accidentally call us by the wrong name. Both of us hate that. The only appearance we have in common is our pale skin and green eyes. Malfoy continued to eye me over as if he was still trying to figure out who I was.

Finally he asked, "Do I know you?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure you know my sister, Daphne." I said.

"You're her sister?"

"I think I just said that." I said icily.

His eyes widened as he was taken aback by my recent mood. Then he glared at me. He was just about to respond, when one of the tailors came out from the back with some dress robes.

"Here you go, Mr. Malfoy." said the lady.

"Finally." Malfoy growled as he stopped glaring at me. Then he headed towards the door.

"May I help you miss?"

"Yes. I'm picking up two dresses."

"What are the names under?"

"Daphne and Astoria Greengrass."

The tailor nodded and headed for the back room again. Malfoy stopped in front of the door and then turned around on his heels.

"So that's your name."

"Yeah, I thought you would know that since our family's are friends."

He was beginning to irritate the hell out of me and we barely had one full conversation. Malfoy as well looked annoyed at my attitude towards him. But I couldn't blame him. My attitude was like that because of all I did this morning. We just stood there, glaring at each other, waiting for the other to back down. Neither of us did for a while. But by him speaking I knew he gave up.

"Do you have a problem with me, Greengrass?" He asked icily, glaring at me still.

"My problem doesn't fully revolve around you. But I can honestly say that now, you are apart of it."

"You really have an attitude. Unlike your sister. She actually doesn't run her mouth because she realizes who she's talking to."

I rolled my eyes at the first part. I knew I had an attitude at the moment. He didn't have to point it out.

"On the contrary, Malfoy, Daphne does have an attitude. She just doesn't want to show it around you, though she shows it around everyone else."

"Oh, really. Why is that?" He asked curiously.

"I don't think the reason is any of your business." I said as I looked away from him. I could still feel his grey eyes on me. As if he was trying to burn a hole through my skin.

The lady came back with two gowns in her hand, wrapped in clear plastic.

She said, "Here you go, Miss Greengrass."

"Thank you." I said as I took them.

Once again she went into the back of the room. Surprisingly, Malfoy was still standing there, glaring. Still trying to burn a hole through my skin. I turned to him and stared directly into his eyes.

"Take a picture, Malfoy. It'll last longer."

"Whatever." He said while rolling his eyes.

"Well I'd love to finish our brawl, but I must get home. Good-bye, Malfoy. I can't say it was a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

He headed out the door. I went to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder. I stepped in, then said "Greengrass Estate," and dropped the powder, headed for home.

I stumbled out of the fireplace. No matter how many times I use the Floo Network, I still seem to do that. I stood up then walked up the main staircase, and headed for Daphne's room. I knocked once saying, "Daff?"

"Yes?"

"May I come in? I have your gown."

"Yes you may."

I opened the door.

"It's about time." Daphne said.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly. "The lady working took a while to find our gowns. I think she must have been new. Plus, she was finding someone else's dress robes when I got there."

"It's fine. At least you got home with enough time."

"Oh, and I ran into someone that you know."

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

Her eyes lit up and her voice was excited when she said, "Really! Did he say anything about me?"

"He did say some things, but not about you. Sorry."

"Oh, well, I'll see him tonight anyways, so no big deal."

"Yeah, right."

"Alright, that's enough chit-chat. You still need to get ready. Now, go."

I left her room and headed to mine with my dress.

I sat in front of the mirror thinking of what I should do with my appearance.

Might as well go with something simple.I thought to myself as I got my wand. I pulled the hair-tie out of my hair. Then I tapped my wand on the top of my head and my straight brown hair curled. I grabbed my make-up bag and took out my eyeliner, blush, and violet eye shadow. After I was done I took my gown out of the plastic and slipped it on. It was a dark purple dress that had two black stripes that start at the circle in the middle of my chest and end at the bottom. It also tied around my neck. As I grabbed my matching shoes I started to think.

This time, I'm going to stand out.

After I put my shoes on I grabbed some accessories to put on. The usual pearl necklace, and earrings, and my ring that matched my dress. But, I also out on my black beret, and my black lace gloves. When I looked in the mirror, I thought that I looked great enough to stand out. Just as I hoped. I sprayed a little perfume on. It smelled like cherry blossoms. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Tori?" Daphne asked.

"Yes?"

"It's time to go. Mother and Father are downstairs waiting."

"Okay. I'll be right down."

I grabbed my coat, my bag, my mask, and headed for the stairs. With one last look in the mirror, it was time to go to the Parkinson's Masquerade Ball.