AN: This is a story for Lady Chocolate Lover. Thanks for the inspiration! Please review, it makes the writing go faster!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"What do you want Potter?" I sneered when he was staring at me as I walked down the hall.

"I need to talk to you Malfoy," Harry said calmly.

"About what?" I asked him, confused.

"What happened at the Yule Ball last night," He told me. I felt my blood grow cold and my heart dropped to the very farthest pit in my stomach. That night...

Three Weeks Earlier

"Who are you going with Hermione?" Ron asked her for at least the tenth time that class.

"I already told you that I won't be telling you!" She replied shrilly. "Now, if you don't mind, I have some work to do."

"I don't think she's going with anyone," Ron whispered to Harry. I glanced over to see if Hermione had heard that and I guess she did because I saw her eyes start to glisten.

"Professor, may I please go to the Lavatory?" Hermione asked Snape.

"If you must," He drawled. She immediately hopped off her chair and practically sprinted out of the room.

"Professor, I have to use the Lavatory," I blurt out suddenly. Snape glanced over at me and nodded that I could go.

I raced out of the room and ran down the hall. I saw the tail end of a robe whip around the corner and followed in hot pursuit. I ran and finally caught up with her, just as she was about to enter an empty classroom.

"My my Granger, playing with the rules are we?" I ask her.

"No, I asked to go out. I doubt you did Malfoy," She mumbled, turning to leave. I grab her arm and whipped her around to face me.

"Look, I heard what happened between you and Ron. I-I want to help," I mumbled. "Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower at nine o'clock tonight. Don't be late." I release her arm and turn and walk back to class. I see out of the corner of my eye that she is still standing in front of the empty classroom door. Poor Hermione. Wait, did I just think that?

I walk into class and a few minutes later, Hermione walked back in too. She doesn't look like she was crying, so she probably had used magic to make it look that way. Or maybe my charm just made her feel better? I finish my Girding potion and glance at the table ahead of me which is where Hermione sits. She's already cleaning up her station! I was just distracted, yeah, that's why she finished before me.

The bell finally rang and everyone slowly started putting their things away. "Class dismissed," Snape declares. "Mr. Longbottom, don't forget, detention tomorrow at three o'clock." Everyone leaves to drop their stuff off in their dorms before classes and I see Hermione slowly walking behind Potter and Weaselbee. Those gits, can't even appreciate the brilliant friend they have. I scoff at their utter stupidity. But, they will learn.

9:00 pm

I slowly tap my fingers on the railing of the astronomy tower. The light from the stars was the only thing that lit me up. There were still a few lights on in the castle. The Headmasters office, Gryffindor common room, the place where the Beauxbatons and the boat where the Durmstrang students were staying, were the only places lit up. I hear light panting and the thud of footsteps. Soon, Granger walks over to where I'm standing. "It's beautiful up here," She whispers.

"Yeah. I go up here sometimes. Just to help take my mind off things," I say to her. She shivers a little in the cool breeze. I glance to see what she's wearing and smirk. For being so supposedly bright, she really could be stupid. She was wearing black pants and a Gryffindor sweater. I talk off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.

She flinches but then whispers, "Thanks Draco."

I look at her, taken aback. "Did you just call me Draco?" I ask her, raising my right eyebrow.

"Sorry. It just sort of, slipped out," She whispers. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I feel that it's time we put the past behind us. Start fresh," I hold out my hand.

"How mature of you Malfoy," She said, taking my hand in hers. She moves it up and down and starts to draw it away when I grip it and just start swinging it. Left and right. She giggles, which makes me smile.

"So, why did you want to me here?" She asks me.

"To do this," I say kneeling down. She looks at me quizzically.

I pull a small, red rose out of my pocket and grab her hand in my other hand, "Hermione, would you give me the honor of going to the Yule Ball with me?"

"From enemies to friends in just a few minutes?" She says.

"Hermione, I've given up my prejudices, long ago... As in last year," I said laughing.

"I would love to go with you Draco," She says, smiling.

"So, you aren't going with anyone already?" I ask her.

"No. I was just waiting for the right person to ask me," she said. "It's getting late, I should probably head back now. Thank you, Draco," I kiss her hand and wrap her fingers around the rose.

"I'll see you tomorrow Hermione," I stand up.

"Goodnight Draco," She turns and slowly walks down the stairs. I watch her go and just as she's walking out of sight, I see her turn around and give me a little wave. I wave back and the last thing I see of her is her beautiful, bushy, brown hair.

I stay up here for a few more minutes, before walking back to my common room. I still can't believe that she actually said yes! I walk into the common room and walk straight over to my room. I plop down on my bed and let out a content sigh.

"Someone's happy," Blaise Zabini smirked.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, faking innocence.

"Well, you're out late and come back with a content sigh. Either, you were out with a girl, or, you finally escaped from Pansy's clutches. But between you and me, I think it's the first thing," He said winking roguishly.

"Well, I've got a date to the Yule Ball," I say proudly.

"Finally! That took you long enough!" He says chuckling. I toss my pillow at him and he throws it back good-naturedly.

"Good night Blaise," I say, putting the pillow beneath my head.

"Night Draco," He says.

I fell asleep in my regular clothes, that's how tired I was. Even though I was still worked up with excitement about the ball, I had to remember that it was still three weeks away. Anything could happen.

AN: I hope you liked my first chappie! I will try and update this twice or maybe more, a week. Please review with criticism or just to say that you liked it! Thanks for reading.