Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Why did Danny have to accept Vlad invitation? He could've had a perfectly normal Christmas at his house with his family, but no. He just had to tell his father about Vlad's party. Of course his dad was thrilled with the idea, saying something about how his written invitation must've gotten lost in the mail and that's why it was such late notice. Danny didn't want to tell his father the truth, he either wouldn't believe Danny, or be absolutely crushed by the news. Neither option seemed particularly good to the teen.

He should've said something earlier though, because now he was stuck all alone in a room full of very formal, rich executives of powerful countries. Jazz went off to explore the mansion, and Danny's parents left to go dancing on the floor and embarrass their son, leaving Danny in a room for of older executives. Not only did he not want to upset any of them for fear of what they could possibly do to him, but he also wasn't sure how to act. Sam could probably do it since she at least grew up with a rich family. Danny on the other hand, was completely screwed when it came to manners. That's not even mentioning how boring all the guests were. They only really wanted to talk about how successful they were and Danny's financial background. It was like they actually didn't care one bit for Danny as a person.

The only good thing that came out of the night so far was the wine. The security everywhere seemed to be pretty lax, so it was very easy for Danny to sneak a glass of wine away from one of the servers. Like most teens he was naturally curious of the taste of alcohol and wanted to get his first sip. His plan was easily thwarted though when his mom stopped dancing with his father long enough to quickly take the glass away and scold his actions. She also promised punishment later, most likely no electronic devices like before.

Danny got out of the seat at the empty table he was sitting in and went to get some punch. Perhaps he could drown his boredom in a fruity juice. Wasn't that what all the people did in the movies? He wanted to go find Vlad and see if anything had changed in their agreement because he still didn't quite believe Masters, but he couldn't find the man in the crowd.

Danny grabbed the spoon to the juice and absentmindedly began to stir the drink, not even bothering to pour himself any. So far this was the most fun he had all night.

"Um, Danny, are you alright?"

The halfa's eyes grew to the size of golf balls.

That voice! It sounded almost exactly like Sam's! That couldn't be right. Sam would never go to a fancy party, especially a fancy party hosted by Vlad. It could be just his imagination or someone with a remarkable similar voice to hers. Yeah, that made sense.

The halfa slowly turned around from the punch table to come face to face with Sam Manson wearing a very dark purple dress. The dress was able to show her shoulders, but the goth made sure that the dress would show nothing more. She didn't want to come off as a whore, even if she didn't know these people.

Danny did a double take before he began to lean against the punch table and try to salvage whatever cool he had, because playing with a punch bowl was so not cool. The teen also noticed just how well the dress fitted Sam. The color of her dress complimented her violet eyes very well, and it ended up showing just how much the goth had really grown since the beginning of ninth grade.

In all the right places too. Danny thought, quickly turning a few shades redder as he turned away from Sam to get some punch in what was an attempt to hide his face. "H-Hey, Sam. How are you doing? Do you want some punch?"

Sam took a few steps forward and put her hand on Danny's shoulder. The teen still never reaching full eye contact with her. "I'll repeat my question. Danny, are you alright."

Cool down, Fenton! Danny shouted inside his head.

The halfa closed his eyes and took a deep breath, showing complete calm on the outside even though he was still freaking out on the inside. "Yeah, Sam. I'm totally fine. Why are you here, at Vlad's party of all places? Shouldn't you be with your grandmother or even Tucker right now?"

The mood suddenly got dark as Sam glared at her two parents from across the room. "Vlad invited my parents over to this party, but only if they brought me along. Of course they took the opportunity to see if they could land a huge deal or something. I apparently didn't have a say in the matter. Weird though that Masters wanted me here. What about you?

Danny still avoided eye contact with Sam, something that was beginning to infuriate the girl. "Me and Vlad kind of have a temporary truce going on. He decided to invite me and my family here as a show of good faith or something. Sometimes I don't understand what goes through that man's head. I guess it doesn't really matter though. Even without our agreement Vlad isn't allowed to attack me on Christmas, the only day when all ghosts are forced to be peaceful, so I shouldn't worry."

Sam once again put her hand on Danny's shoulder, except this time she used it to swing his entire body around to face her. With a chipper face, she said, "There, that's better. Now, are you afraid Vlad won't honor your agreement?"

"Well," Danny said, trying to back away from Sam without her noticing. The halfa couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around Sam. He knew the reason, she looked absolutely beautiful in her dress, but that didn't stop the small blush on his face or his hormones from acting up. Even though he had always had a crush on his best friend, this time seemed different, more mature perhaps. "I'm just saying that I don't know what Vlad's planning. I guess for now I should give him the benefit of the doubt."

The song on the dance floor changed into a slow song and all the pairs changed their form accordingly.

A glimmer appeared in Sam's eyes as she looked at the dance floor with slight envy. "Look at all the people dancing over there."

Danny nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Yeah."

"Hey, why don't we go dance!" Sam grabbed Danny's hand and led him towards the dance floor. "Come on, it will be just like prom!"

Danny tried to escape Sam's grip to no avail so he tried a different option. "Sam, if I remember correctly, you were the one to lead at prom because I couldn't dance!"

"So?" Sam asked, finally slowing down at the middle of the dance floor. A couple of people were already looking at the pair due to the way Sam dragged him.

Danny quickly tried to think of a reason for his claim, anything that could get him out of dancing. "Um, the man's supposed to lead?"

Sam scoffed. "Danny, stop being such a wimp and dance with me." The goth grabbed onto Danny's shoulders as he moved his hands down to her waist. "Just follow my movements," she said before they started dancing. After a couple minutes of this, the halfa was able to learn the basics and even lead Sam through most of the parts.

Some of the other pairs on the floor seemed to eye the pair with slight jealousy, and knowing eyes. The rest just ignored the two and went on with their own dances, some even complaining about the basicness of the dance.

"We should do this more often, Danny." Sam put her head on Danny's shoulder as he led her through the song.

Danny's face got even redder as he felt Sam's hair on his shoulder and looked at all the people staring at him. "Yeah, whatever you say, Sam."

Of course all good moments, if slightly embarrassing, come to an end.

"Ah, little badger! I see you found Ms. Manson here." A figure appeared behind Danny causing him to let go of Sam and vice versa. He didn't even need to turn around to know who the owner of the obnoxious voice was. "What do you want now, Masters?" He grumbled out.

"I just wanted to know if you have actually found Samantha yet, which it appears you have."

Danny finally turned around to meet Vlad. "Why is she here anyway? I mean, I'm glad she's here," he said, noticing Sam's frown, "but why did you invite her?"

"Simply for that reason, my boy." Vlad said matter of factly. A couple guests tried to ask Vlad a question, but he quickly quieted them to once again talk to Vlad. "You are happy that Sam's here. I knew you weren't going to like this party due to the formality of it, so I invited-"

"Forced." Sam interjected.

The older halfa scowled before continuing his story. "Anyway, she's here to keep you entertained. You two have also earned me a lot more support. Everyone loves the two homeless teens who are able to dance at my party because of my generosity."

Danny and Sam looked at each other before going back to Vlad. "But neither of us are homeless," Danny stated.

"Oh, details,' Vlad said with a smirk on his face. "With the way things look right now, I may be able to campaign for the state legislature or even governor with the support I'm gaining." Vlad began to walk away to another group of people.

"Looks like Vlad really hasn't changed," Danny grumbled out. He was about to walk over and give Vlad a piece of his mind, but Sam held him back.

"Actually, I wouldn't be so sure. Look at him. He isn't talking about going after your father or stealing your mom anymore. He is actually focusing on his career. I don't think he actually intended to use us for his campaign. He probably had good intentions originally. People probably asked about us, and when the opportunity rises, you know how Vlad will react. The creep that he is."

Danny led Sam off of the dance floor and to a table for them to sit. "What makes you say that?"

Sam took a look back at Vlad as he was laughing with a group of his supporters. "He just seems to be more peaceful now. Don't worry, if he tries something, then I'll be sure to kick his butt. Though, I don't think the great Danny Phantom needs my help." She finished her sentence with a teasing gesture in an attempt to get Danny to lighten up.

"Vlad changed! It must be a Christmas miracle! At least things seem to be looking up for once."

Sam reached over and grabbed Danny's hand in hers. "This should give us more time to spend with each other, right?"

There was a spark in Sam's eye, but this went unnoticed by Danny. "Of course, Sam. I now have more time to hang out with you and Tucker."

Sam sighed. It appeared that the two teens had a different idea of spending time together. But hey, that's for Valentine's Day.

My twoshot is now done. I have to admit, I was planning on this part having less to do with Danny and Sam, but things changed. If you have anything to say, then please leave a review. Merry Christmas everyone!