So after this update, the story will be finished! Yay! :)

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Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. Her outfit was perfect for a Halloween dress was white and floaty, beautiful, angelic even. She wasn't going to wear a halo, but rhinestone accessories were a good substitute. She twirled and sighed. Why does she even bother? She hated how he would appreciate it, and how he would be seen as her date, and how she would be seen going willingly as his date. What would Harry and Ron say? The voice in her head whispered.

Hermione looked at herself one last time in the mirror, then left as gracefully as she could, with her matching white heels. Ginny's taste in outfits are unsurprisingly beautiful but that doesn't necessarily make them comfortable, she thought as she walked with the authority of a headgirl to the Great Hall where the ball was being held. As she got nearer she could hear the music, and the chatter from the other students. Hermione took a deep breath and stepped into the great hall. Some people paused and stared, but she noticed one pair of grey eyes and a shock of platinum hair heading for her. It took all she had not to turn on her heels and leave.


Draco didn't know what had gotten into him when he asked Hermione to the ball. Maybe I had been hit with one too many bludgers, he thought. Blaise always said so, and as much as he wanted to disagree with him, at this moment, he cursed Blaise for his accuracy.

He smoothed out invisible wrinkles on his pristine dress robes and stared in the mirror. Perfect.

"Draco, if you stare at the mirror too hard, the mirror might shatter," said Blaise dryly from the other side of the room. "You can't get more narcissistic than you already are."

"Shut up, Blaise. Just because you don't feel the need to look perfect, doesn't mean I don't either," retorted Draco.

"I swear you're slower than a girl when getting ready, and speaking of a girl, who is your date?" Blaise asked while lounging on his bed.

" You wouldn't believe me if I told you," came a muttered reply.

"Oh? Try me."

"Granger."

There was no reply. Draco turned to look at his best friend. Blaise looked like he's trying to hold his laughter in.

"Granger?!" Blaise finally said. "Nott owes me ten galleons."

"Haha. Very funny." said Draco sarcastically. "Two idiots of friends who bet on my love life."

"And save you from drowning in your own reflection!"

"C'mon lets go. We're going to be late, and Malfoys are never tardy." And with that, Draco walked out the dorm.

Blaise chose not to comment, but rolled his eyes and followed his relatively airheaded friend out.

The two slytherins made their way to the great hall, and pretended not to admire the place the prefects had turned it into. It was nothing like the Yule Ball with it's elegant winter- themed décor. The hall had pumpkins carved more detailed than any ever seen, and the normal charmed starry sky turned into a cloudy night, with occasional haunting shapes shift over the full moon. The Weird Sisters were performing on the jagged stage, and the refreshment table was Halloween themed and looked very inviting. However, Draco was looking for his date. His eyes found her brown eyes the moment they found his, and soon, he found himself walking towards her.


"Hello Granger," greeted Draco.

"I see you left your friend alone, food for the piranhas?" Hermione asked instead.

"He can handle himself. I don't see you with the little Weasley either."

"That's because she's still preparing with the other girls," replied Hermione.

"Then why are you here?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. Draco smiled innocently.

"Can we not do this now? I wouldn't be here if you weren't so good at playing footsies."

"Only if you stop."

"Fine."

Hermione saw Ginny trying to run towards her in her stiletto heels but failing miserably.

"Weasley," Draco nodded.

"Malfoy," Ginny replied trying to muster some dignity.

Draco left to talk to his friends and get drinks.

"Hermione! Tell me, how did Malfoy become your date?"

"An unwise bet and a game of footsies."

"Ahhh," was the reaction. "Well, I wish you luck surviving the night without killing yourself."

And with that, she left, and Hermione saw that Draco was back with pumpkin juice. She looked at him suspiciously. He laughed.

The night carried on, the two bantering and playing food critic at the refreshments table. Three dances and numerous drinks and countless food later, Hermione and Draco were having a great time. People stared, but they didn't really mind. Hours passed, and both were getting tired.

"Gamp's law of elemental transfiguration clearly states that you cannot conjure up food," argued Hermione.

"But it didn't say you couldn't transfigure food and why is elemental transfiguration even about conjuring?" Draco argued back.

"Because… It just is."

Professor McGonagall started to speak before Draco could reply with some sarcastic comment.

"Thank you all for attending tonight. The prefects have worked very hard over the past few weeks to put this ball together and planned every detail exactly like I would have. Please give a round of applause for them."

There was a round of applause from the student body.

"Can we also thank the Weird Sisters for agreeing to perform for us?"

There was another round of applause.

"I hope you all had a great night but unfortunately, this brings the ball to an end. Can the prefects and any willing helpers stay behind to tidy up? Thank you."

Draco didn't want the night to end, the night was much more enjoyable than he had expected, so he stayed behind and helped with Hermione, knowing there was nothing he could do to dissuade her from not helping. Draco walked Hermione up to the Griffindor common room.

"Granger?"

"Hmm, yeah?" came the adorable reply Draco could help but smile at.

'Will you join me for the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend?"

"No, because I promised Ginny I'll go with her, but I can go with you the next one that comes up," came the reply.

"Okay. Bye Granger."

Just as Draco turned to leave, Hermione pecked him on the cheek.

Ï had a great time tonight. Thank you," she said softly and smiled.

"You're welcome."

"Goodnight Draco," said Hermione as she climbed through the portrait hole. It shut behind her.

"She's quite something, isn't she?" asked the Fat Lady.

"She is," replied Draco, softly, as he turned to leave.


So I'm done! Hope you enjoyed it, and please review! :)