Chapter One: Halloween Ball

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There is a bit of Ron bashing, I apologize, I love Ron, however it is necessary for the story. So, don't beat my head in with a frying pan??

I don't own Harry Potter. Tragic, I know. I bet your all just dying. Haha.

And this is a REWRITE of Halloween Ball. So, I'm going to transfer all chapters to here. Just not as many errors. Thanks. And of course I'm going to continue the story.

Hermione's POV

It was October 31st, Halloween. Hermione was gazing out the window in her dorm, sighing happily. Today was the perfect day. The air was crisp and cool, the trees were bare, and the grounds of Hogwarts were coated with an assortment of red, gold, and orange leaves. Plus, the Halloween ball was tonight. Sure, she didn't have a date, but who did? It was more of a recreational purpose rather than an actual ball.

She'd decided she would go with Ginny. Also, she would go with Pavarti and Padama Patil, and Lavender, who she didn't really like because of her little fling with Ron last year, but being best friends with the Patil twins, they'd invited her despite her pleas.

It didn't really matter anyhow. Hermione just wanted to have fun, and unwind. She hadn't done that in awhile. She'd be too caught up in her school work lately, and everyone kept telling her to relax. But, she was Hermione Granger. She had a reputation to uphold, even if it did earn her glares from Malfoy for getting a higher score than him on every test.

She stood up, sighing. Luckily, being 7th year, she had no classes on Halloween. So she was free to herself today, for once. She always spent the weekend days, studying. So, today was the day to pamper with the girls. So… Cliché. She looked at the clock on her dresser.

Hermione silently cursed herself. She was supposed to meet Ginny and the girls outside the Head's dorm at one so that she could let them in. It was 1:02.

Hurriedly, she stood up, slightly pulling her shirt down over her jeans, and ran down the stone steps. She ran through the Head's common room, earning a stare from Draco, who was sadly; head boy, and flung open the portrait.

Ginny, Padama, Pavarti, and Lavender were standing at the doorway, looking around nervously. Well, Ginny was taping her foot impatiently, and the other three were looking around.

They breathed a sigh of appreciation when they saw the portrait slide open, and a frantic Hermione ushered them in.

"I'm so sorry." She told them in a worried voice.

They all nodded to show they forgave her.

"Well lets get-" Pavarti started, then stopped when she saw the blonde Adonis on the couch. "Uh, going then."

Hermione nodded, slightly turning her head to see what Pavarti was looking at, rolled her eyes, then led them upstairs to the large Head's bathroom, located inside the large dorm her and Draco shared.

"How do you live when he walks around only in boxers?!" The four girls squealed when they were safely shut in the bathroom.

Hermione snickered. "You mean Draco? Ha, it's not that difficult."

They looked at her incredulously. "You don't like him at all?"

"Sure, he's hot, and he has a hot body. But looks aren't everything. His demeanor itself overtakes his looks. And, his ego needs a zip code alone." She replied, seeming irritated. "Let's just start our makeup now."



Ginny, Lavender, and the Patil twins pulled out their bags, but Hermione was faster. She'd already pulled out a huge box.

"What the bloody hell is that Hermione?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Makeup." Hermione responded, as if Ginny was abnormally stupid for not realizing that.

Ginny's head was cocked to one side, her mouth open, as the girls examined the contents of the box. It was full of name brand, designer, overly expensive products. "How come you never use them?!" She demanded.

Hermione looked shocked. "I dunno, my parents buy 'em for me. I just never had the patience for makeup. Why?"

"These are designer products!" All four responded angrily.

"Whatever." She replied airily, obviously not caring.

Draco's POV

Malfoy watched as five girls descended the large stone staircase in the large entryway of Hogwarts. All were dressed beautifully, but very show offy.

It was clear who the leader of the group was. Of course they were all dressed similar, but she was always a bit ahead of them as they walked. The two one the left were easily distinguished. They were the Patil twins, which was obvious because of their matching dresses, and their demeanor alone. The two on the other side were also easy. Weasley, because she was always noticed by her flaming orange hair, and Lavender, and her giggly optimistic personality.

But it was unclear who the one in the middle was. There was something about her, something new, something exciting. She was beautiful, like the rest of them, but even more so.

All were wearing masks, which was part of the rules applying to the masquerade ball. The Patil twins were wearing floor length aqua dresses, their normal dress cut. Weasley was wearing a much shorter cut, and it was black and slinky. Draco snorted. He couldn't wait to see the look on the Weasel's face when he saw his baby sister wear something so tight. And then, of course, Weasel's ex, the prep, Lavender, was wearing a hot pink dress that made her cleavage pop out. Eh, yeah, we'd be hearing Weasel's mouth tonight.

And… the leader was beautiful. There was no way Draco could have ever seen her before. Because he knew if he had, he would have already have had sex with her by now.

Her white dress short in the extreme, her white stilettos clicking as she walked past him, her group of four following just steps behind her. Draco got a glimpse of her face as she walked by. Her face was clear and rosy, her huge chocolate eyes sparkled, she had long, inky black eyelashes, beautiful plump red lips, and smooth, shiny caramel brown hair. He had to admit, she looked very angelic, which was what her costume was, an angel. Well, except for the whole short dress…

Hermione's POV

Hermione felt very self conscious. She kept pulling down the short white dress they'd dressed her in, and kept adjusting the angel wings. She thought she looked horrible. Her friends told her otherwise. To them, she appeared confident. But her insides were like jelly. Her knees were weak, and she was shaking a bit.

Of course, she had been shocked when she looked in the mirror. She was someone new, someone different. At least on the outside. Her hair was now sleek and shiny, instead of frizzy and dull. She was beautiful, there was no doubting that! Her eyes were huge, and her cheeks were rosy. She smiled when she remembered what Ginny had said earlier. Ginny had said she could get ANY guy. Boy, she sure hoped so. Maybe she'd get Ron to notice her tonight. There was no doubt he wouldn't notice her, due to her attire. Ha, everyone would notice the neckline on her dress, which plunged, and stopped right above the belly button, and had a thin black satin ribbon holding the front area together.

Hermione sighed, and opened the huge doors leading to the Great Hall. This would be an experience to never forget.

Draco's POV

He approached her apprehensively, unsure if this beautiful creature would accept his offer to dance. This was odd, he'd never before been shy to ask a girl to dance. Usually it was more of a demand, not a question. And, usually the girls swooned over him. Even though she'd passed him a few times during the night, she'd yet to notice him.

He tapped her beautiful milky shoulder. "Will you dance with me?"

Hermione was shocked. Sure, she'd been surrounded by guys all night, but they'd just yanked her on the dance floor. None were courteous enough to ask if she had even wanted to dance.

"Sure." She responded nervously as he led her to the dance floor. His hand lightly gripped her waist, and he pulled her slightly towards him. At first, she was shocked at the advance, but she soon forgot it as the dance progressed. Her eyes found his, and they stared at one another for a minute or so.

Hmm. That was odd. She slightly recognized his voice from somewhere. But he was wearing a hooded cloak, and his eyes were covered with a black mask. But oh, his eyes. She wondered how she'd never seen whoever this was, eyes. Sure, she must have seen him before. He was in her year of course. They were a shocking silver, and when you were close enough, like she was now, you could see the electric blue and the swampy green flecks his silver orbs held.

They both swayed gently to the music, enjoying several dances together. Her huge innocent chocolate brown eyes met his as Dumbledore pressed his wand to his throat, and suddenly his voice boomed over everything.

"Ladies and Gentlemen these last 10 songs will be the final dances for you! Make it last. And, after this 5th and 6th years will report back to their dorms. 7th will be allowed to attend the party for another hour. Thank you for your time."

The music started, and was surprisingly, unlike they expected, a quick pace muggle song. The lights dimmed and the suddenly the room was filled with bright flashing colors. Hermione looked around for the source, and spotted it coming from Professor Dumbledore's wand.

Hermione smiled recognizing the familiar beat. She had this song on her IPod, which unfortunately was at home, considering muggle devices didn't work on Hogwarts grounds.

The beat instantly had her shaking her hips to the beat. It was so unlike her, but she began to grind her hips against the stranger who she'd been dancing with most of the night. He seemed surprised, but moved in response, and soon she began to sweat, their moves becoming fast and eager, and coming to them easily, almost as if they'd rehearsed, and now they were performing.

The music began to drown out and slow, causing them to slow down. Both were breathing heavily, and not because they were tired. The attraction, the electric tingle, was obvious. Hermione turned and stared into this eyes for a brief moment, then led him out into the cool October air.

He followed her, a bit surprised when they reached their destination. It was a bench, located about 100 yards from the school. Trees surrounded it, causing it to be unnoticeable unless you entered the area. He'd never seen it before.

She sat down on the bench, pulling him alongside her.

"So you're a great dancer." She spoke for the first time that night. Her voice was clear, and beautiful. It was the kind of voice you could listen to all day and never get tired of. He recognized it from somewhere…

"Yeah." He responded, also speaking for the first time. His voice was soft, yet rough at the same time. Deep, but melodic. She too recognized his voice, but again, didn't know where from.

Her sleek hair, which was pulled into a loose bun, was coming out, and several strands were framing her face. In the moonlight, she looked absolutely exquisite. He sighed, and reached for a wisp of hair. He wound it around his fingers, and tucked it behind her ear. She smiled sweetly, and leaned her head against his broad shoulder. He looked down at her. He just couldn't stop himself.

He leaned down, crashing his lips down on hers. He caressed her cheek softly, sending shivers up her spine. His left hand supported her neck. She loved how his full pink lips covered hers, the way their bodies molded together, her full breasts flattened against his broad chest.

They pulled away suddenly, gasping for breath. She smiled and her hands reached up and touched his mask. He did the same.

Almost as if mentally counting they pulled the masks down at the same time.

Hermione and Draco took one look at each other. Hermione stood up, and ran back inside, disappearing into the castle.