AN- So I decided to write a fanfic based loosely( I suppose) on Cinderella! Hope everyone enjoys! Disclaimer and enjoy!

It was nearly eleven as Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the Gryffindor common room's couch. She was in the middle of writing a Potions essay for Professor Snape. The common room was jumping with chatter from the Gryffindor students, the night just beginning. She was almost finished with the three paged essay on the Draught of Peace potion that was to be due in nearly two weeks.

A red headed girl plopped down on the couch besides her, disrupting her train of thought.

"Are you going?" she asked excitedly.

"Going to what Ginny?" the brunette asked, not looking up from her paper.

"The ball! The one Dumbledore announced earlier!" Ginny squealed.

The theme for the Halloween ball had been announced earlier that evening at dinner-a masquerade ball for Fifth years and older. It was the talk of the night amongst the students in Gryffindor.

"Oh, that. As exciting as that sounds," Hermione said, closing her text book and setting down her quill, "I most likely won't be able to go. I'm a Prefect remember? I'll probably be stuck watching all the lower years."

"I bet Dumbledore will let you off; he has to! Besides, it'll be fun!" Ginny said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Think about it; everyone will be dressed up and have extravagant masks on and at midnight, everyone will take their masks off! How romantic is that?"

"Very. Almost like a fairy tale," she sighed, picking up her things. "'Night Ginny," she called behind her.

"Wait, where are you going?" she asked.

"To bed. Speaking of which: come on everyone, go to your dorms! Lights out at a quarter to twelve!" Hermione called out. A few people protested, but with their bedtime sentence lightened, not many said anything.

As Hermione made her way up to her own dorm preparing herself for the late night talk about to commence, she decided to mention something to Ron about asking Dumbledore about the ball.

"Here the news, mate?" A dark skinned man asked his pale blonde companion, who was sitting on a dark green couch.

"'Bout what, Dumbledore's ball?"

"Yeah. Planning on going?"

"Probably not. Besides Dumbledore's most likely going to make me patrol the halls. Not that I do any of that, anyways."

Blaise chuckled. "But what about your reputation? Everyone's going to find out that Draco Malfoy didn't show up to the most anticipated event of the year!"

"When you put it that way…plus we'll all be wearing masks. Pansy won't get a chance to even see me," Draco smirked, liking the escape plan that was forming in his mind.

"Maybe I will go to this after all."

"Do I hear a thank you coming on?" Blaise teased.

"Only in your dreams, mate. Only in your dreams."

AN-How'd everyone like it? I know it doesn't seem like Cinderella yet, but it will and everything will work out. So please review!