AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks alot to those who read and reviewed part one of this story! It was meant to just be the one chapter, but after receiving a bit of encouragement, I decided to try and write more. Hope you'll enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER BECAUSE I FORGOT IN THE FIRST CHAPTER:

I wish I did, but I do not own any of the characters, locations or items of the Harry Potter universe. I simply write for my own pleasure.

"What are you smirking for?" Pansy asked him. Draco immediately put on his trademark sneer and glared at her. She was practically sitting on him.

"It's nothing," he said, lazily. She blinked and rested her head on his shoulder. Draco wrinkled his nose and turned his face the other way.

"You know Draco," Pansy said, tracing a claw down his neck. Draco sighed. "I haven't been asked to the Yule Ball yet. I was kind of hoping that you'd pluck up the courage and ask me, but never mind."

Draco returned his cold, grey eyes on her face. Pansy leaned away slightly, pretending to look hurt.

"So, I was wondering if you'd go to the ball with me?"

Draco snorted. He had to, to conceal his laughter.

"No," he simply said, coldly. Pansy looked like he'd slapped her, her grimace only making him laugh harder.

"No? What do you mean no?" She screeched.

"Exactly that. No. I'm taking someone else," he said, crossing his legs and looking away again. God she was annoying.

"Who?" she said, her tone turning nearly three pitches higher.

"'S none of your business, really."

"B-but.. I-you..we," Pansy spluttered.

"Haven't you got someone else to annoy?" Draco asked, finally having enough. He knew he was being cruel but didn't really think twice about it. It came naturally to him now, though sometimes he did say things he really didn't mean, and didn't want to say. But who he was and who his father was meant he had to say it, despite the fact that it sometimes saddened him.

In this case however, he just didn't care.

Pansy took in a deep breath that sounded more like a sob before leaving quickly.

"Nicely done, Draco," Blaise said. Draco found his eyes and smiled. He basically got rewarded for being an ass.

"Yeah."

Draco would of course never admit it, but he was really nervous about going to the Yule Ball with Hermione. He'd called her a mudblood for the biggest part of five years, and now they were going together. He had never fully shared his fathers belief of pureblooded wizards being the only ones who should rightfully wield magic, though he had believed so for a short period of time. Before he saw Hermione. He got to his feet and went for a walk, turning a corner and nearly fell over Hermione.

"Vud you like to go to ze ball with me?"

Hermione twirled around, her eyebrows dissapearing under her bangs.

"What?" she asked. Had Viktor just..?

"Ze ball? You and me?" he said, smiling. Hermione bit her lip, cursing herself for saying yes to go with Draco. She hadn't expected anyone else to ask her and that was the only reason she said yes. Okay, it wasn't. She had woken up one morning and found that she'd gotten a soft spot for a certain Slytherin. A big, nasty, foul-mouthed evil ass of a Slytherin, but somehow she still had it. She sighed.

"I'm sorry Viktor. I'd love to, but I already said yes to go with-" Hermione quickly stopped herself from mentioning his name. "-someone."

Viktor simply smiled and nodded, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

"It's alright. I will just ask any of ze other girls. Farewell Hermi-ninny."

Hermione sighed. Now she felt slightly better about the whole thing. He had tons of backups. She caught the eye of a girl scowling at her.

"What?" Hermione asked. The girl quickly looked away. Great. She was probably going to be hated now that she'd been the girl that turned down Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian bonbon. Hermione turned around and left the library, deciding that she needed some fresh air. She'd been walking, harmlessly in her own thoughts when she turned a corner and nearly crashed into Malfoy.

"Whoa, Granger, careful there," Draco said, his tone automatically unfriendly. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "Viktor Krum just asked me to go to the ball with him," she told him. Immediately Dracos heart sank. He swallowed. "You're going with him then, I presume?" he asked. Hermione frowned and shook her head.

"Of course not. I already said I'd go with you."

Draco silently took a deep breath and offered her a small smile. She looked utterly and completely thrown off by the friendly gesture. By the look on her face, Draco couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh.

"My God, Granger. Do I really seem like such a stick-in-the-mud?" he asked her. She straightened her back, cheeks flaring red.

"Yes," she promptly answered him. Draco laughed again, then turning serious.

"Speaking of the ball, where do we meet up?" he asked. Hermione bit her lip.

"Uhm. The entrance hall, I presume?" Hermione said. Draco nodded.

"Good. See you friday," he told her and walked off. Hermione stared after him, completely fascinated by his smile.