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A/N: Here's the sixth chapter. Yay!
Guide Me Chapter 6: The BallHermione was in her room getting ready for the ball. She had no idea what to wear. After trying on many different outfits, she finally decided on a simple light pink dress. It had spaghetti straps and stopped right above her knees, with it, she wore silver high heels. She put her hair up into a bun with a few loose curls framing her face.
When Hermione entered the common room, Draco was sitting on the couch, waiting for her.
"Draco, you look . . .great." Hermione said smiling. He was wearing simple black dress robes and his hair was kind of messy. Hermione didn't know whether he intended on it looking like that, or what, but he still looked amazing.
"So do you." Draco said smiling.
"But you can't even see me." Hermione said a little confused.
"So, I still know you're beautiful."
Hermione blushed. She wasn't used to somebody telling her she was beautiful.
"You're blushing aren't you?" Draco said laughing. Hermione laughed as well.
"So, are you ready to go?" Draco asked, extending his arm.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Hermione said looping her arm through his.
"Hermione, I am wearing my black dress robes, right?" Draco whispered to Hermione when they were almost at the Great Hall.
"Yeah." Hermione answered a little confused.
"Ok. Just making sure."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Draco started laughing too when he realized how stupid the question was.
"Ok Draco, we're her." Hermione said. "Hey look, there's Harry and Ginny."
"Hermione, I can't look."
"Oops. Sorry Draco." Hermione said.
Hermione and Draco walked over to the table where Harry, Ginny, and Ron were sitting.
"Hey Harry. Ginny, you look so pretty." Hermione said with a smile. She turned to Ron.
"Ron." She acknowledged. She was still mad at him for the way he acted in Hogsmeade.
Ginny kicked Ron under the table.
"Ow! Oh, um . . . Hermione. I'm sorry for the way I acted this morning. I was being a self-centered git." Ron said in a rehearsed manner.
"I'll forgive you. But you owe Draco an apology as well." Hermione said coolly.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Sorry Malfoy." Ron said, not really meaning it.
"It's alright." Draco said. "I understand why you don't like me."
A slow song came on and Harry stood up. "Do you want to dance Ginny?" he asked offering her his hand.
"I'd love to." She said grabbing it. Harry led her onto the dance floor.
"Hermione, do you—do you want to dance?" Draco asked.
"Of course." Hermione said smiling.
She led Draco onto the dance floor. She put his hands on the small of her back and she placed hers at the back of his neck.
"Hermione, I'm glad you've been here. I don't think I could've made it this far without you." Draco said softly.
"I'm glad I've been here too." Hermione said smiling.
They danced some more and eventually the slow song ended and a faster one took its place.
"Do you want to get something to drink?" Hermione asked above the music.
"Sure." Draco said just as loud.
They got some punch and headed to the table where Harry and Ginny were sitting.
"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Over there." Ginny said pointing.
Hermione looked in the direction Ginny was pointing and saw Ron putting a bunch of cookies onto a plate.
"Figures." Hermione said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, another slow song!" Ginny said dragging Harry onto the dance floor.
"Shall we?" Draco asked Hermione.
"I'd love to." Hermione said smiling.
They danced just like they did before, and they were having a wonderful time. Then something horrible happened.
The doors to the Great Hall flew open and there stood three death-eaters. The music was turned off and everyone stopped dancing. The death-eaters started walking towards Dumbledore. One them looked straight at Hermione and Draco. It sent a shiver up Hermione's spine.
"Hermione, what's going on? What happened?" Draco whispered.
"Death-eaters." Hermione told Draco quietly.
"What! Here in Hogwarts?" Draco asked. He couldn't believe it.
"Dumbledore" One of them said. "We've got a message for you, straight from the Dark Lord himself." The man had a cockney accent, and seemed very pleased with himself.
"Oh. And what might that be?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"The war has begun." The man said. And they left. Just like that.
The Great Hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was too scared to speak. They were all just standing there, a mixture of shock and fear on their faces.
Dumbledore looked very worried. "Students, you will immediately report to your dorms and stay there." He said sternly. "Teachers, report to my office immediately."
Everyone left the Great Hall quickly and quietly.
Hermione and Draco walked back to their common room, neither spoke a word. Hermione gave the French girl the password, then went in and sat on the couch. Draco sat down next to her.
"Draco, are you ok? You look like you're going to be sick." Hermione was starting to get worried. He looked like he was going to faint.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked laying a hand on Draco's.
"I—I think it's time I told you what happened."
A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger. Guess you'll just have to wait till the next chapter to find out what happened.
I don't mention this in the story, but Draco doesn't wear his hair slicked back anymore. It's always messy, but it still looks good.