"Granger! How long does it take you to take a bloody shower?" Yelled Draco

"Malfoy, I'm showering in water not blood. Also, I've been in here for five minutes only!" Yelled Hermione back. Malfoy just needed to piss her off every second didn't he?

"If you don't finish right now I'm coming in!" Yelled turned pink and quickly grabbed her wand and a towel. She heard the door click, and quickly fired a Stunning Spell at him and he was knocked back and he slammed into the door, weak but not unconscious.

"What the hell Malfoy? You are so sick!" Yelled Hermione.

" I should be the one saying that to you, Granger," replied Draco, with a groan. " I'm not the one who stupefied the person who was simply trying to tell her that her date for the Yule Ball is sick!"

"What? Oh no.." Said Hermione. She had finally gotten Harry to notice her and got the courage to ask him to the seventh year's Yule Ball and now he's sick?"

"Sorry Granger," said Malfoy. With that, he turned and left the room.

Hermione decided to go to the Yule Ball anyway, even without a date. However, on the way there she saw Harry and Ginny making out behind a column.

"H-Harry?" Said Hermione, not daring to believe it.

"Hermione!" Said Harry and Ginny simultaneously. "It's not what you think-"

"Avis," said Hermione. A flock of birds shot out from her wand. "Oppugno!" She shrieked. The birds attacked Harry and Ginny, giving them painful pecks and scratches all over them. Hermione let out a sob, and dashed away.

"Granger?"

"Malfoy."

They just stared at each other for a moment.

"Granger, what's wrong?" Asked Draco.

"When have you ever cared? Are you asking so you can just insult me with some ridiculous ferret laugh as accompaniment?" Asked Hermione, through sobs.

"Hermione-"

"Shut up you bloody ferret! You bloody bloody bloody ferret!" She screamed. As she was about to pull out her wand to say Avis! A pair of lips stopped her.

Draco pulled off. "That silenced you," he said, quietly.

"Mal-Draco?" Sputtered Hermione, who was absolutely flabbergasted.

" Listen Hermione. You don't need that bloody Potter. I'm available!" Said Draco, forcefully almost. He had been planning this for a long time; he wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball, but the bloody Potter beat him. He actually has had a crush on Hermione since fourth year.

"Draco?" Said Hermione. She couldn't believe her ears. Draco Malfoy, interested in her, the bloody Mudblood? She then realized how smart and handsome he is.

"I don't care what the Slytherins would say. I just want a date with you, and maybe we could go steady?" He said, VERY hopeful. He knew Hermione would probably reject him, but he may as well try.

"Uh-uh okay!" She said. She just realized that maybe, just maybe Draco Malfoy wasn't the boy that she thought he was.

"Really?!" He said, with happiness.

"Yes, really! She said. She had never seen Draco like that. She doesn't need Harry, she will have Draco. Hopefully. If this is a love potion's work, I'll curse that person so badly that he'll never be able to feel his balls anymore.

He kissed her again, and twirled her around. They laughed and talked all the way back to the Head Common room. "I'd like to change the password, Sir Callaghan." Said Draco.

"To what, good sir?" The painting replied.

"Hermione and Draco." He said.

"It shall be done," he said, and swung open.

Draco picked Hermione up, and held her hip. She put her hand on his shoulder, and gazed into each other's eyes as they waltzed around the room.