Okay just so everyone is aware, I wrote this chapter in about 5 minutes, with a seriously bad hangover and that is why it sucks so much. It's just a filler chapter, as the next two chapter will be the planning on the ball, the arrival of the abroad schools and the ball itself. I promise it will be better, please don't hate me.

Chapter Three

For the next few days, Draco and I completely ignored each other. This whole Yule Ball planning fiasco was going to be a huge a disaster. There was no way that we could make this whole thing go smoothly. Draco hadn't so much as glanced at me after the meeting with McGonagall. I knew he was throwing a personal pity party inside. How like him. He should have known that this position came with responsibilities that required working with the head girl. When I came back to the common room at the end of the week Draco was sitting on the couch staring directly into the fireplace. I figured now was a better time than ever to try and talk to him about the Yule Ball planning.

"Draco, I was hoping we could talk, if that's okay with you?" I walked cautiously towards the unmoving man in front of me. He just turned and head and sneered at me. "Draco please, I know that planning this event with me is the absolute last thing you want to do, but I'm just hoping we can out aside our differences for just a few months so we can represent our school properly, please." I pleaded with him. I can't believe I was deemed the smartest witch of your age and I was begging this man to help me with something I knew I could have done easily on my own.

"Granger, are you begging me?" that famous smirk of his was more dominant then ever now.

"Well, yes, I guess I am." I responded. He did something then I didn't expect, he laughed. Hard.

"I never expected that of you bookworm." he chided.

"I'm trying to help you Malfoy, if this party winds up being incredible, maybe you can get back in the good books with some of the students here. Don't you want people to see you differently, I mean now that the war is over and everything? You have no one left to judge you."

I can see that my last remark made an impression on him. He looked angry, and a little hurt as well. I knew I had hit a soft spot inside him. If he even had a soft spot in his body that is.

"How dare you talk to me like that Granger!" he stormed, "I know that things may be different now that the Dark Lord is gone, but that still gives you no right to say thing like that to me you filthy little mudblo…"

I got up and left, I tried, there was just no getting through to him. I stormed out of the common room without a glance back.

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"Honestly Hermione what did you expect, he's still the same old Malfoy we've known since we were 11, he's never going to change." said Ron

I made my way over to the Gryffindor common room after my spat with that stupid ferret, in hopes that my friends would give me a suggestion as to what to do with my current situation. Of course Ron would just criticise me, he never gave a word of advice in all the years I'd know him.

"Ron"s right Hermione, besides why are you trying to help him after what he's put us through over the years?" asked Harry

"I don't know." I replied, looking down at my shoes in shame. Truth is I didn't really want to take on this whole project alone, with my classes, and all my extra duties that came along with being Head Girl, I didn't need the added stress of planning a ball, which was not only for the students of Hogwarts, but for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well. I hadn't even given thought to the fact that the other schools would be joining us for Christmas again this year. That means that Viktor would be coming, being the coach of the quidditch team and all. Ugh. I sighed and slumped back down in the chair I was itting in and rubbed my temples.

"Maybe you should go talk to McGonagall, alone, ask her if you can do the ball on your own." suggested Ginny. She would suggest the exact thing I seem to be pondering. Ginny was the smartest out of all of my friends, although I would never tell anyone else that, or even her for that matter.

"Your right Ginny," I said straightening up, "I'll go talk to her right now, I can do this by myself right?" I jumped up which startled both Harry and Ron and ran straight for the portrait hole. I left my three friends sitting in the Gryffindor without a chance for them to respond.

I went back to my room first, having full intention of explaining what I was about to do to Malfoy, I was eighteen for Godric sakes I wasn't going to let him get the best of me this year and boss me around. I got to the portrait of Dumbledore and spoke the password and bustled through the doorway. The sight I found astonished me

There was the ferret sitting in front of the fireplace with steamers, ballons, mistletoe, charmed snow, glitter, napkins and pates and cutlery and everything else we would need for our party planning strewed out all ovee the floor of our common room in white silver and blue.

"…these colours are pretty together." I finally spoke, I was still in shock, which is why such a stupid remark came out of the mouth. Once I snapped out of trance I sat down in front of him. "Malfoy, what are you doing? I mean where did all this stuff come from?" I quizzed.

"After our squabble this morning, Blaise came over and I told him about it. You should owe him for your first born now or something, Granger." he spoke. He said it rather quietly, but I could hear the mocking tone in his voice. "he convinced me to help you plan this stupid thing, and once I thought about it, why should I let receive all the praise for planning it." he said with a smug look on his face.

There's the Malfoy I know, found him, no need to panic. "So you got all this stuff from Hogsmead today then? When?" I was still shocked that he said he would help me.

"Ya Blaise and i went down there this afternoon and picked up some stuff." he replied

I half smiled at him. It was a Friday evening, so I figured that we would start working on the planning tomorrow. I left Draco sitting on the carpet and went upstairs to finish my studying. Maybe he would surprise me and this year wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe.