Oh my god. It's the final chapter. The end of the line. It's taken such a long time to get here, but here we finally are. Enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: Alright, yes, I confess! I do own Harry Potter! Nah, just kidding. I own nothing.

December 26th (because yes, such an occasion is worthy of a date)

2.00 am

My dorm.

Oh, you won't believe what I'm going to write.

Alright, I'll give you some time to think.

You really can't guess?

Okay, I'll tell you.

I am officially the happiest girl on earth. Seriously. I didn't think I would be, but I am. Let me say (say, write… whatever) what happened.

When I came out of the girls' bathroom after writing the last entry, Vladimir the Durmstrang Boy found me and asked if I wanted to dance with him again. I said that I would dance with him later, because I had to find Lavender Brown and give her Fleur's scarf. I could already see Lavender look frantically around the crowd, much to the annoyance of Seamus Finnigan, who looked as if he was trying to work up the courage to kiss her.

I finally met Lavender's eye and met her next to one of the columns to give her the scarf. She looked as if she would quite like the pocket the scarf for herself, so I told her to pass it on to the next person as quickly as possible for 'added confusion' on the part of Fleur. I wouldn't want to get mixed up in a case of theft.

I went back to Vladimir, and he was looking at me with this overly serious look on his face, as if someone had just died. To be honest, I thought You-Know-Who might have returned for a moment. But it wasn't nearly that important. "Aleecia," he said in this solumn voice that in retrospect was rather funny, "I cannot help getting the feeling that you would rather not be with me. You are always running off somewhere. Perhaps it is best that I leave."

And he left! Just like that! I must admit to having felt a bit upset about that. Not that I was sorry to see Vladimir go as he was a bit of a bore, but I was upset about the reason he left. He'd left because I was running around with that stupid scarf instead of dancing with him! We, with all of our careful planning, had done something we couldn't possibly have forseen: in trying to distract Fleur Delacour's attention away from the boys, we'd gone and become distracted from them ourselves! There was nothing for it. I had to warn Katie and Angelina. The plan had to be stopped.

12.30 pm

Common Room

Shortly after lunch.

Err, sorry to keep things in suspense. I fell asleep in the dormitory while writing the last entry.

Anyway, to go on with the story…

I fought my way through the crowd to where I thought Katie and Angelina would be, but they were gone. I went into a bit of a panic. What if they too sent the wrong message to their dates and wound up in my situation? It would be my fault for not warning them.

I was so caught up in searching for them that I didn't realise I had run over Neville Longbottom until I heard a strangled squeak. I apologised and helped detangle him from the hem of my robes (I think a seam got ripped in the process), and ran straight into…

George Weasley. The one person I'd been trying to avoid all night. He didn't look too pleased to see me either, in fact he just glared at me for a few minutes. "Why aren't you out there dancing with Durmstrang git?" he asked.

"Oh, you mean Vlad the Impaler?" I couldn't help saying.

"Who?"

I wasn't feeling like being nice, so I just said "Vlad the Impaler. Dark wizard. You should pay more attention during History of Magic, even Muggles know about him."

George shrugged off this slur about his studying habits and kept inquiring about Vladimir. "So, I take it you two aren't together anymore?" he asked.

"No!" I said, glaring. What gave him the right to interrogate me about the guys I went out with? "We were never 'together', he just asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him, and then he pissed off a few minutes ago. How about you? How are you going with the fifth-year bint?"

George's face softened. "Left me when she found out that my family didn't have as many Galleons as she'd hoped. Not that I'm depressed by that, mind you. She was annoying."

At this point I started to get the feeling that something else was going on. Did I miss something? "Then why did you ask her to the ball?" I asked.

George shrugged. "I heard Durmstrang Boy talking to some guy in Ravenclaw about how you were a good choice to take to the Ball, because you're so good at Quidditch," he murmered. Was it just me, or did he blush? "I thought this Vladimir guy had already asked you and the Ravenclaw boy was just confirming that it was a good choice. I found out later that the Ravenclaw boy was Vladimir's cousin and was just recommending some Hogwarts girls. But by the time I found that out, I'd already asked Claudia and you were mad at me."

Okay, now this time he really did blush.

By this time I was seriously about to faint. Did that mean that George had been intending to ask me to the Ball? I had to find out. "So why did you get mad?" I asked carefully.

George ran his hand through his hair. He always does that when he's embarrassed. It's so cute. "Because I thought you knew that I wanted to ask you!" he blurted.

Hello. This was a new development. I swear, I nearly did faint when he said that. "Then why didn't you ask me?" I said, by this time a bit frustrated. "I thought you weren't interested!"

"Alicia!" George lowered his voice to a whisper, his ears now an attractive shade of puce. "I've been trying to ask you out since we were in fourth year, but every time I either couldn't work up the nerve, it wasn't the right moment or you were going out with someone else."

Now I was blushing. "Well… I'm not going out with someone now…" I said quickly, more to break the ice than anything else.

This seemed to return George to his old self, because he straightend up with a huge grin on his face. "True. Alicia Spinnet, would you care to dance this next dance with me?"

Well, what do you think I said?

The rest of the Ball was, in a word, heavenly. Katie and Lee, both being Muggleborns, demonstrated a Muggle dance called the 'jive' that Fred and Angelina found very amusing and consquently tried out themselves, much to the displeasure of the various people whose shins they accidentally kicked. Lee and Katie tried to out do them by dancing a very fast polka from one end of the dance floor to the other, during which Katie losing control of her highheels and Lee tripped over his own feet due to their speed, resulting in them crashing into one of the tables.

As for me, I danced a very romantic waltz with George, followed by a disasterous tango and a lame, but very funny attempt at the cha cha.

And I kissed him! Yes, I, Alicia Spinnet, Queen of Embarrassment and ditz extraordinaire, kissed George Weasley, Trouble Maker-In-Chief.

He grinned, and asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him next weekend.

Then the waltz music started up again, George spun me around and finally all is right with the world.

Later

I suppose I should write what eventually happened to the scarf. Well, we returned it eventually. The younger girls passed it around a bit more until they finally became tired of it, and Padma Patil returned it to Fleur's chair. I couldn't help noticing that it landed in Fleur's cold tomato soup, though.

So yes, the Saga of the Scarf has ended. I swear that this has been the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Not that the truth really matters.

END

TA DA! The final chapter has ended! I may come up with some material for an epilogue, but I doubt it- the end's pretty final.

I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Au revoir.