A/N Okay I think you guys might have noticed that i have been going threw the whole week. Well I decided not to due Thrusday. Why? Because it was taking to long and I wanted to write about the dance and I think all of you want to read about the dance. But you only have to wait one more chapter! Enjoy reading the chapter

In Hell with: Draco Malfoy

Chapter 10

Pretense

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"So Tonight's the dance," Coons said.

"Yup." Malfoy starred blankly at his cereal. Coons put her hands on his shoulders and started to give him a massage.

"You seem so tense. What's wrong?" Malfoy pushed away from her. Coons pouted. "Draco…" Malfoy just ignored her and went back to eating his breakfast. She was really getting on his nerves. "Fine if you don't want to talk to me…"

"Sorry I don't feel like talking to a waste of life today." Malfoy said trying to shut her up.

Coons stood up abruptly. "And talking about a complete waste of life, why'd u save that mudblood Granger? Hmm do we have a new crush?"

Malfoy didn't even bother to stand up for himself. "I rather see you die then her."

"Hmpf" Coons turned and left the Great Hall. Malfoy turned and saw Zabini chuckling.

"Think it's funny?" Malfoy snapped.

Zabini held in his laughter. "No," He turned his head and looked around then turned back to Malfoy. "I think it's hilarious!" Zabini suddenly burst into laughter. Malfoy just gave him a dirty look and went back to his breakfast.

Malfoy looked up as the table shook. The big lard Brinkerhoff sat down. "I heard what you said to Lilia."

"Word travels fast."

Brinkerhoff starred him down. "You would disappoint your father."

"You are a disappointment to your father."

"What did you saw Malfoy."

Brinkerhoff leaned over the table and grabbed Malfoy's robes. "You better watch your self," he threatened. Malfoy just ignored him. Brinkerhoff took his free hand and held Malfoy's chin. He tilted it up so that it was looking at him. "Look at me when I talk."

Malfoy glared at Brinkerhoff. Suddenly Malfoy took his free hands and push Brinkerhoff so hard that he fell off the table. There was a loud thud and then the room went into laughter. Brinkerhoff quickly got up. "You better watch yourself Malfoy. You don't have daddy' guarding your back anymore." Brinkerhoff then quickly walked away.

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Hermione turned her head to see what had happened. When she finally realized it was over she turned back to Harry and Ron. "I wonder what that was about."

Ron just shrugged. "Is anyone but me dreading the dance?" Harry asked looking around the table. In his disgust everyone was smiling.

Patil leaned over so she was in the conversation. "Well I'm looking forward to it. It should be interesting. Anyway who's actually going to make us stay with our dates?"

"I thought Dumbledore was going to enforce it." Ron stated.

Hermione put down her fork. "Dumbledore said it was only for one song. It's sometime in the middle of the dance. We have about five minutes to get there with our dates and if we're not we get detention."

"Well that's stupid." Harry started to play with his food out of annoyance.

"Not if you think of it. If Dumbledore does that we have to be at least close to our date." Harry and Ron just shrugged.

"Can we just get off the topic?" Harry begged.

Lavender walked up to the table and sat in between Harry and Ron. "So what is everyone doing today." She said pleasantly.

Ron looked at her and smiled. "What ever you're doing." Lavender blushed.

Hermione got up. "Well come on you guys, we've got to go get ready." Lavender and Patil stood up.

"How long is it going to take you to get ready?" Harry asked.

"All day," Lavender said with a smile.

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Hermione sat on her bed with Lavender right next to her. "Can we open are eyes now?" Lavender asked impatiently.

"Not yet!" Patil shouted. Lavender let out a sight. "Okay now!"

The two girls opened there eyes. "Ohmigod Patil! They're beautiful!" Hermione said standing up from the bed to get a closer look.

Patil held in her hands three gorgeous dresses. They were red, blue, and green. Patil handed Hermione the red one. "I think this will look gorgeous on you. The red looks nice with your hair."

Hermione excitedly took the dress. While Patil was giving Lavender the green dress Hermione put hers on. It slid perfectly down her curves and there was a slit on the side that showed of her legs as she walked. The top had two straps both with red lace on the sides.

Hermione ran over and hugged Patil. "You're welcome," Patil said.

"How much longer to the dace?" Lavender asked.

Hermione looked out the window. "The sun's setting so probably in an hour or two."

"Ugh," Patil said dropping herself to the bed. "What are we going to do until then?"

Patil just starred at her blankly. "Make-up duh!" Lavender smiled as she sat up.

All three of the girls turned there heads as the bed room door slammed open. "Oh great the mudblood's in here." Harmony Stanwood stated.

Her sister Haven followed her into the room. "Look you guys," she said in a high pitched voice to the Gryffindors. "You have been in here all day long, can't you just leave?"

"We were here first!" Lavender demanded.

Haven stepped up so she was face to face with Lavender. "So?" she spat, "You guys hogged the room all day and frankly my sister and I don't want to be in the same room with dirty blood like you people!"

"Oh would you shut up for once?" said Parkinson as she walked into the room. "Get over the fact that we have to share a room with people like them. You're only making it worse." Parkinson closed the door behind her and threw off her shirt so she could change.

"I can't believe she still wear's a sports bra," Patil muttered.

Parkinson walked over to the bathroom that was in girl's common rooms. She opened the door but before she went in she turned and looked at Patil. "I'm sorry if I don't want boys starring at my boobs all day." She then slammed the door behind her.

"She's so weird," Lavender mumbled.

Patil giggled. "Yeah I know who wouldn't want to show off there boobs?"

Hermione just ignored the two. She never realized how self conscious Parkinson was. Hermione shook her head. Was she feeling pity for a Slytherin? If that was true it was twice in a week. Now that was extremely rare.

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Malfoy tossed the crystal ball up and down up and down. "Be careful," Crabbe said. My mum will kill me if that breaks." Malfoy glared at him then tossed it into a corner. There was a loud smash as the ball hit the ground. "Hey!" Crabbe said running over to the corner. He bent over trying to find all of the pieces so I would fix.

Malfoy grinned. At least that cheered him up. He leaned back on his bed. It was only a half hour to the dance. Malfoy didn't realize how much he wasn't dreading this. In fact he was looking forward to the dance.

Malfoy shook his head. That is absurd. Now why would he be looking forward to a dance when his date is a mudblood and not just any mudblood. He's going to the dance with the good for nothing, know-it-all, Granger.

"Are you going to get ready?" Goyle asked.

Malfoy turned and looked at him. "As soon as I find my dress robe." Malfoy stood up from his bed and began to search his suitcase. At the very bottom was a royal green robe. He pulled it out, not caring if it ripped or not. Malfoy threw off his shirt and pants and put the robe over him.

"There all better now," He mumbled. He dusted the fuzz that was on his robe just to make it look a little better. "Let's go." Malfoy ordered and his two companions followed him down the stairs. As they where going down two most hated people ran up.

"Watch were you're going Weasley!" Malfoy yelled as Ron whizzed pass him.

Ron continued up the stairs. He didn't need to get in a fight right now. The dance was about to start and he and Harry weren't ready.

When Ron stepped in to the bedroom a robe was thrown at him. "Here," Harry said. He already has his on. Ron quickly threw it over him and the two boys rushed down the stairs. When they got down there they realized they weren't the only ones in a hurry.

The whole common room was in chaos. People were scurrying everywhere, things were getting knocked over and broken, and it seemed as though a few people where getting tramped on. Just out of the corner of Ron's eye he spotted Hermione with Lavender and Patil.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted. He waved his hands over his head so Hermione could see where they were.

Hermione shoved threw the crowd of people to get to Ron and Harry. "He you guys." She said calmly.

"Ready for the dance?" Harry shouted over the noise.

Hermione nodded her head. "I just need to see Professor Rowle before I go."

"What does he want?" Ron asked suspiciously.

Hermione thought for a minute. "I think he said something about next week. Wants me to help out with the fifth years or something…. Well see you guy in a few minutes." Hermione turned around and left the common room.

She hurried towards Professor Rowel's office. Hopefully he would make it quick. She didn't want to be late for the dance. Hermione knocked on the door. "Professor?"

"Come in." Rowle said. Hermione opened the door and walked into the room.

"You wanted to see me?"

Rowle looked up from the paper he was ready. "Ah yes. Sit down, sit down." He point to a chair in front of his desk. Hermione quickly sat down. "I hope you know you are the best student in my class. I would say you even know more about muggles then muggles do themselves."

Hermione blushed. "Well I was wondering if you would like to move into the seventh year lessons."

"Excuse me?" Hermione was shocked.

Rowle leaned over his desk. "You know go to class with some of the seventh years."

"I don't know, Professor." Hermione paused. "Didn't you want me to help out with something?"

Rowle looked at her oddly. Then a smile went across his face. "Ah yes. I almost forgot. I need help with my classes. On the weekends starting in January I'm going to go into training for an Auror. So I will need help with my lesson plans."

"I would be horned to help you, but right now I really ought to be going."

"The dance?" Rowle grinned.

"Yes." Hermione stood up from her chair.

"My I saw that you look absolutely beautiful tonight?"

Hermione blushed again. "Thank you." She turned around and left the room. Hermione hurried down the staircase to the Great Hall.

"You're late." Said Malfoy.

Hermione turned to look at him. "It doesn't start for another five minutes."

"You're a perfect. Perfect are supposed to be here early. Is that hard for you to comprehend? I would assume so since you are only a mudblood"

"Oh shove it, Malfoy." Hermione snapped at him.

"I hope you know I'm not sitting down next to 'the chosen one',"

Hermione went to sit down at the end of the nearest table. "Oh yes you are."

"There is no way in hell I am"

Hermione stood up and walked so she was face to face with Malfoy. "I can cancel this date right now. Now through out this whole night you better listen to me and do what I want to do."

Malfoy scowled. "You'll pay for this Granger."

"Oh shut up, the children are coming."

Malfoy turned his head to see the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor sixth and seventh years slowly walking towards the doors of the Great Hall. Each one had a look of dread on their face. Everyone knew nothing good was going to come out of this night.