HELLO, MY GOOD PEOPLE. I AM BACK WITH MORE OF MY STORY! Haha, okay I'll cut the theatrics. In all truth though, I've been dying to get back to my writing all day. I thought of some good stuff throughout the day (particularly during my rather boring classes) that'll really get your Dramione gears turning. If you're one of my FANTASTIC readers and/or reviewers who read my first two chapters, you might wanna go back and skim through it once more because I added a little something here and there. Speaking of my FANTASTIC reviewers, thank you to all of you who did! You spent a valuble 30 seconds writing a review for my writing. 30 seconds that I am actually very thankful for. I love you guys!
Anyways, here are the new "sprinkles" I added:

- The dance is for New Year's Eve

- Draco received a rather mysterious box that holds an even MORE mysterious secret

- some correction to all my unflattering grammatical/writing mistakes

OKAY ENOUGH CHITCHAT. I present to you, chapter 3!

HERMIONE

She and Ginny found themselves just sitting and talking in the girl's dorm room.

"So what color dress do you want?" Ginny questioned. They were trying to come up with ideas for Hermione's outfit.

"I have no idea, Ginny. Honestly, where am I even going to find a dress this late-" She was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. She and Ginny looked at each other. No one ever knocked in Hogwarts. Hermione got up from her bed and went to the door. Swinging it open, the two girls saw no one at the entrance.

"That's weird," she mumbled. She was about to close the door when she saw a long box on the floor with a note. She picked it up and brought it inside. Ginny instantly rushed over, eyeing the mysterious box. Hermione grabbed the small note stuck into one corner.

Hermione, it read,

Remember the dream. Good luck and have fun.

She froze. What the bloody hell was going on? She hadn't told a single soul about her strange dream from last night. Ginny must've noticed her friend's reaction and became curious.

"What does it say?" Ginny asked. Hermione realized she didn't want to share her rather personal dream, so decided to play it off cool.

"Nothing, it just says 'To Hermione'," she shrugged. Ginny took the excuse and averted her attention back to the big box.

"I wonder what it is," she whispered. Hermione was actually kind of afraid to open it. What if it was something horrible, like a mini Basilisk or something? But before she could stop her all-too-curious friend, Hermione watched as Ginny practically ripped off the cover.

"Oh," Ginny breathed. Inside was the most beautiful dress the two girls had ever seen in their lives. With a peach bodice, pearl-white beads, and and a shiny silver taper, the gown was absolutely magnificent. Hermione went to touch the dress, but when she got a closer look, she felt her stomach drop to the floor. She knew this dress.

It was the dress she had worn in her dream.

What's going on? She thought to herself. Who could've possibly sent this dress? Ginny was one step ahead of her. She was looking all over the box for a name, a symbol, anything that would teach them the whereabouts of the dress.

"Strange, there's nothing on the box," Ginny said. The two girls just stood there, eyeing the dress for a few moments more when Ginny suddenly jumped.

"WHAT ARE WE DOING JUST STANDING HERE? Put it on, Hermione! Someone obviously left it here for you to wear to the dance!" Ginny carefully pulled the dress out of its case and handed it to Hermione. It was even more beautiful that the two girls thought. Fanning out into a floor-length gown, the dress was not too long and not too short. Needless to say, the dress was absolutely perfect. Ginny started scrambling all over the place, pulling a hair dryer, brushes, and hundreds of cans, lotions, bottles, and liquids out of all different cases and drawers, gathering them on one of the armoires.

"What are you doing, Ginny?" Hermione asked, slightly frightened by her friend's sudden actions. Ginny just gave her a mischievous smile.

"I'm going to make you look bloody fantastic, Hermione. Every boy in the Hall will fall to your feet. Just make sure to stay away from Harry. He's mine," Ginny said, with a surprising amount of determination. Hermione just blushed.

"Alright, let's get started. We have a lot to do and not a lot of time left. Get ready, Hogwarts, for the new Hermione Granger."


DRACO

Draco eyed himself in the mirror. Not bad, if I do say so myself, he thought. He meticulously inspected his figure. The white suit was simply perfect for (and on) him. When he first went to put on the robes, he found that he was actually a bit scared. Complete control was where Draco found safety and security. He was always in control. Hogwarts and its students would bow to his command. Well, except for the professors and the Gryffin-gits. Knowing that someone else was in control gave him an unnatural sense of fear. What did they have planned for Draco Malfoy?

He sighed and eyed his reflection once more. He had to admit that he was thankful for whoever left him these robes. Even though his own robes cost more than how much half of Hogwarts would see in their lifetime, the one that was left at his door was a hundred, no, a thousand times better. He had even found a pair of extremely nice Italian shoes with his suit at the bottom of the box. All they did was make him look better. If that was even possible.

He knew that every girl at the dance would just swoon and fall to his feet.

He smirked. Alright ladies, here I come...


HERMIONE

She had gone through a metamorphosis. No, it was more than that. A complete and utter transformation. Gone was the bushy hair and the awkward face of Hermione Granger. Now, she was Hermione Granger, the most beautiful girl in the world. Even she could barely recognize herself when she first stepped in front of her mirror. She stood stock still for nearly five minutes, just staring at her reflection. Is that really me? She asked herself. She literally had to move around a bit and watch to make sure her reflection to confirm that the gorgeous woman in the mirror was indeed her. She felt silly, but she just looked so...different.

"So, what do you think?" Ginny said. Even she was awestruck at her friend's new beauty. Hermione just stood there.

"Uhh, Hermione? Are you alright?" Ginny asked, worried about her frozen friend. Hermione turned to her.

"What? Oh yeah. Thank you so much for your help, Ginny. Now hurry up! You haven't even gotten ready yet and we're late to the dance as it is," Hermione quickly said. Ginny just smiled.

"Don't worry about me, Hermione. I'll be ready in no time. Why don't you go first? I'll meet you there," she said as she gathered her own dress and went to get herself ready. When she saw Hermione's guilty expression, she just waved it off.

"Go on, Hermione. I'll be fine." Hermione gave into her friend's words and decided that she would go first. But when she went to leave, she realized she didn't have any shoes! She was about to freak out, when she saw something shiny catch her eye. In the box was a pair of absolutely gorgeous heels that were perfect for her dress. She silently thanked the mysterious person who had left her these precious gifts.

She left the dorms and was walking in the dark corridors alone, just thinking about everything that was going on.

In the span of almost 12 hours, she dreamed of a mysterious man who had shaken her to her core, received an even more mysterious package, and had transformed into someone she didn't know even existed. She sighed.

What a confusing day, she thought, but I hope I'll get some answers by tonight. She was actually a bit too nervous to go to the dance, so she decided to walk around the school a bit before entering the Hall. As she strolled through the lonely hallways, she felt something in her right dress sleeve. When she reached in to fix the itch, she found a small piece of paper pinned to the fabric. She stopped and carefully pulled it off, her breathing quickening with fascination. It was another note! She unfolded the small piece of parchment and quickly read it.

- Watch out for a wrong drink.
- Avoid the 3rd dancer.
- Your problem and answer is in white.

Hermione sighed. She loved riddles, but not when they actually had a hand in real events. What could they possibly mean? Who was setting all this up? She decided to worry about all this later and slipped the note into her sleeve again, just in case she'd need it later. Seeing that it was well past the beginning of the dance, she decided to make her way to the Hall. Why so fashionably late? A nagging voice said in her mind. Want to attract some attention, do we? Hermione shrugged. Some attention would be nice. After all the years of teasing and disgusted looks, she would get to have some revenge on the male population of Hogwarts. Hermione smiled.

Time to knock 'em dead.


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