This is my first fanfic ever, although I've been on board the Dramione ship for quite a while. It's a oneshot/twoshot because everyone has to start somewhere right? Please review because I would really appreciate it :)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK other than the plot.

Hermione sat at her favourite table in the library. Piles of books surrounded her, neatly stacked in order. The library was her sanctuary, especially at this time of the year, so close to the upcoming Halloween ball. At every turn, there were gangs of girls giggling over dresses, gossip and boys. However, Hermione took no part in such frivolous activities. She has planned to focus on her studies this year and with Harry and Ron at auror training, there was no problems or disasters to distract her from her NEWTs.

Hermione sighed as another group of fifth years a few rows before her giggled as an unfortunate boy passed them. Looks like her charms essay wasn't going to be completed as soon as she would have liked. As one of the few students who returned to Hogwarts after the war, she was an honorary head girl and was allowed special privileges like docking points from students whenever needed. Madame Pince gave them one glare, and the library returned to its former peace. Unfortunately, Hermione's mind did not. Her mind wandered towards the other girls' obvious subject. The Halloween Ball was organised by the prefects to promote interhouse unity but Hermione failed to see why they bothered.

Hermione herself decided not to attend, and instead, tried to focus on her studies. After all, a silly ball could get her nowhere after Hogwarts but good NEWTs results can, she thought as she tried to convince herself. But there was a nagging thought at the back of her head. Why had nobody asked her? Even though she wasn't going, she expected that at least someone would try to ask her, but no.

Just as Hermione was going to return to her momentarily abandoned essay, someone sat down heavily opposite her and put their feet up on the table's edge. She didn't have to peer over her books to know who it was.

"Go away, Malfoy."

"No."

"Go away."

"You wound me Granger. No hello? Not even a sign of acknowledgement?" replied Malfoy. He tutted.

"Go bother somebody else Malfoy."

There was no reply. Just as Hermione was going to inwardly rejoice, all her books vanished.

"Hey! Give them back Malfoy!" she whispered angrily.

Malfoy ignored her. "Why would you be in the library on a day like this?" gestured Malfoy towards the window. It was a beautiful day outside, but Hermione wasn't in the mood.

"GIVE MY BOOKS BACK!" said Hermione, now very pissed off.

Madame Pince glared at her. Hermione smiled meekly. She then turned to Draco, who was casually examining his nails. His feet were no longer on the table. She glared at where they were. Draco smirked.

"Now, now, Granger. Play nice."

If looks could kill, Draco would've died over a thousand times by now.

"Go to hell Malfoy."

Draco ignored her once more. "How about I give you your precious books back if you win a game of footsies with me?"

Hermione considered this. "What's the catch?"

"If I win, you have to go to the Halloween Ball with me."

"No."

"But you won't get your books or your essay back…" Draco smiled annoyingly. He watched as Hermione fought an inner battle with herself. He didn't doubt that she'd eventually cave in.

"Fine. But you have to keep your promise," Hermione relented.

"Deal." Draco grinned dangerously.

Hermione started to regret her decision, but backing down would be admitting defeat. She was bound to lose. She was horrible at these games, and no matter how Ron and Harry tried to teach her, she was hopeless. After one intense minute, it was obvious that he was winning, But her pride wasn't going to back down. She lost moments later.

"Now, Granger, will you come to the ball with me?" asked Draco, knowing that she had to say yes.

Hermione sulked, but she had to keep her end of the deal. "Yes," she said very reluctantly.

"Now that we got that out of the way, "waved Draco airily, Hermione's books appeared. Draco watched with mild amusement as Hermione sat there, seething.

"I suggest you go to Hogsmeade soon to get your dress if you want to be ready on time, "Draco smirked.

Hermione wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face, but he already left. She inwardly groaned to herself. What had she gotten herself into?