AN- Have I told you lately that I love you? Because I love you. I send hugs and kisses to every reviewer.

I wrote the Epilogue. It's amazing.

Chapter Nine

Rebecca and Naomi helped Hermione pick out a robe for Tom. Hogsmeade had a store that opened every Halloween that sold things like fangs and other Halloween accessories. The fangs-- that Hermione bought for herself and Tom-- magically went in the place of your tooth. They looked very real. All of this Halloween shopping made Hermione very excited for the holiday ahead.

"He'll look gorgeous as a vampire. Don't you think?" Naomi said.

"Yeah, I agree. He's already great looking. Imagine him with fangs." Rebecca smiled. "What do you think, Jane?"

Hermione nodded. "I'm sure he'll look… good."

"Good is an understatement, my darling." Rebecca said.

"A big one." Naomi said.

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The Ball was in an hour or more. Hermione was not as excited as she usually was for Halloween anymore. Things just happened that way, she guessed. A person would be excited for something until the day it was to happen. She just was not as jazzed for it anymore.

Hermione put her costume on. The dress she bought had a corset top, which was black with a dark maroon strip of fabric, down the middle of the dress, which got wider as it got to the bottom. The bottom of the dress was covered in lace. There were no sleeves. She wore a plain black robe over it to keep warm.

"Jane… is that how you're going to the Ball?" Naomi asked.

Hermione looked herself over in a mirror. Yes, she was finished. "Yes."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "No, no, no. I can't let you do that. Sit down."

"But… I'm finished." Hermione said.

"You don't have any make up on. You're not done at all." Naomi paused and looked at Hermione expectantly. "Sit down! I'll do your make up."

Hermione obeyed. It was Halloween, after all. Why not look completely different?

Naomi applied a red lipstick to Hermione's lips, but it was not a shocking red. Then she put some powder on her face to make her appear paler. Then she applied thick mascara and eyeliner.

"Done." She said triumphantly.

Hermione didn't look very different, but she did look prettier, which was nice.

The Slytherin portion of their group of friends waited outside of the Ravenclaw common room.

Hermione examined them thoroughly.

Tom's robe fit him well. He had a blood red ascot tucked in his black shirt, which was tucked neatly into his black pants. All of this was worn under a black robe. His pale skin looked fantastic in contrast to his black clothes.

Thorvald was shirtless, and he had a disgustingly hairy chest. He had dog ears on his head and a tail on his backside. He wore brown pants that were ripped above his knees. His legs were naturally hairy as well.

Paisley was wearing a short, light green dress. Her blonde hair was curled. She must have used a spell to give her fairy wings. Hermione would have to say that she looked like Naomi on a regular day.

"Arooo!" Thorvald howled. "You look great." He told Hermione, who smiled at him.

"What are you supposed to be?" Hermione asked him.

"You can't tell?" He looked disappointed as Hermione shoo her head. "I'm a werewolf."

"Oh. I can see that now." She told him.

Naomi joined them soon after. She ditched the nurse idea, and decided to be the devil. Her red dress was a bit on the short side, but not too short like Hermione had expected. She used a spell to give herself horns on her head and a pointed tail. Of course, Naomi looked the most beautiful out of all of the girls.

Rebecca joined then after Naomi. She wore a yellow top and skirt that was covered in a thin orange fabric. In her straight brown hair, she had fake twigs and flowers. She was a nymph.

"Shall we?" Thorvald asked and held out his arm to Hermione. She pretended not to notice and stood by Tom instead.

"The vampires should stick together." She told him.

Tom seemed to chuckle at this as they made their way to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was decorated in a very dark way. In a way, though, it was beautiful. The sky was the original night's sky, but it was abundant in stars. There were many shooting stars flying by. There were dozens upon dozens of round tables with ten chairs at each. The dance floor was where the teachers' table out normally be and it reflected the ceiling. There were levitating pumpkins and candles along the walls. The ghosts were very visible in the dark room. Everyone was dressed up as an odd creature, some were even witches with big noses and large warts. Others were vampires, like Hermione and Tom. Professor Pardie, who Naomi spotted at first, was dressed up as an angel. He used magic to give himself angel wings and a halo over his head. He wore all white.

Hermione found this convenient. Naomi was the devil, and Pardie was an angel. Hermione had high suspicions that Naomi liked Professor Pardie just like he liked her. She knew that Naomi would never admit it to anyone else but Rebecca of her feelings. The way she smiled at him tonight suggested feelings.

"Hey guys, lets go talk to our favorite professor!" Naomi said with a smile.

"And… who would that be?" Thorvald asked.

"Professor Pardie, of course! Let's go." She said.

The group agreed to go talk to Pardie with Naomi leading them. "Nice costume." She told him.

He smiled at her and the rest of the group. "Thank you. You all look…" he looked as though he was looking for the right word. "Frightening. Tell me, Mr. Malfoy… what are you?"

Thorvald rolled his eyes a little. "I'm a werewolf. Why can't people tell?"

"What are you two, Jane and Tom?" Pardie asked.

Jane smiled to reveal her fangs. Tom nodded.

"And you're a nymph, yes, Rebecca?" Pardie asked.

"Yep!" she replied.

"Miss Parkinson is a fairy." he nodded at Paisley. "And Miss Lucas is the devil. Intriguing, and yet… fitting." He said smiling.

"Hey!" Naomi exclaimed. "Well I bet it's no fun being an angel."

"Want to dance, Jane?" Thorvald asked Jane quietly.

'No. I don't. Not with a hair ball, anyway.' She thought. She didn't have the heart to say what she thought. "Erm… sure."

Thorvald guided Hermione to the dance floor with his hand pushing gently on the small of her back.

When they reached a spot on the dance floor, the song was, regrettably, a slow one. Thus they would be waltzing until the band begun to play. Hermione made sure there was a distance between his hairy chest and her. He was considerably taller than her, and her face would be right in his chest if they got any closer.

Once the song was over, and a new one began and there was a pale hand tapping on Thor's shoulder.

"May I cut in?" Tom asked.

"Uh. Um. Is that okay with you, Jane?" Thor asked.

Hermione nodded. Tom wanted to dance with her? It was slightly amusing.

Swiftly, Tom took over, placing his hand in hers and the other on her hip. "You looked completely mortified." He told her once Thorvald was out of earshot.

Hermione smiled. "If he wasn't so hairy it wouldn't have been so bad. Or maybe if he wore a shirt…" She sighed. "Thank you for saving me."

"Vampires have to stick together." He said.

"Why did you save me?" Hermione asked him with a coy smirk.

"You looked like you needed saving." He responded.

"And suddenly you're a hero?"

"You ask too many questions."

"You don't seem like a hero. More like the villain, actually."

Tom was silent as they continued dancing. It was then when Hermione saw an angel dancing with the devil. Naomi had a smile on her face as Pardie spun her across the dance floor. Hermione smiled for Naomi. This is—she could tell—what Naomi really wanted, not a passing grade in Divination.

Hermione could not help but like Tom's gentle touch and his cold hands. Being this close to him was extremely nice, to say the least. Especially because his robes were so soft. All she wanted to do was put her face to his shoulder and breathe him in.

'Oh, Merlin. The song needs to end. I can't think this way.' Hermione thought as she carelessly put her head on his shoulder.

"Your robes are soft… but I should know that. I bought them."

"Our friend is approaching." Tom stated, and Hermione lifted her head.

"Hey you two! Lestrange stole some fire whiskey from a teacher. Come with me." Rebecca told them.

Hermione pulled away to start walking with her friends when Tom grabbed her hand. She looked at him curiously. He let go with out a word and started off towards their friends.

Hermione ran to catch up with everyone. Why did he do that? It was so weird of him…

"Are you going to drink?" she asked Tom.

"A glass, if I get thirsty." Tom answered.

"Where are we going?" Hermione shouted to Rebecca.

"You know that vacant house—or whatever you want to call it—near the Forbidden Forest? That's our destination." Rebecca told her.

'Is she talking about Hagrid's hut?' Hermione wondered.

"Why are we going there?" Tom asked.

"It's vacant. Enough said." Rebecca said.

"Which means it's probably dusty. We'll get dust on our robes. Pity." Hermione threw in.

On the way to Hagrids—which was not Hagrid's—hut, Hermione poked her left fang with her tongue. It was really sharp, very real. She wondered if it could actually puncture skin.

Rebecca opened the door when they reached the hut. "Hey guys! Look who I found."

The hut was decorated with levitating candles and pillows covering the floor. Hermione could have sworn it was bigger, but she figured it was probably because all of Hagrid's furniture was not yet there.

"We're sleeping here tonight. And yes, that includes you. And no, you can't get out of it." Avery told them as Hermione opened her mouth to protest. "Pull up a pillow. Poor yourself a glass. There's plenty."

Hermione sat next to Rebecca, and Tom sat next to her.

"Say… where's Naomi?" Thorvald asked.

"I saw her dancing with Professor Pardie." Hermione said.

Rebecca smiled brightly.

"What are you smiling about?" Paisley Parkinson asked.

"Oh. Nothing. I'm just happy, that's all." Rebecca responded.

Hanging out in the hut was, to say the least, boring. Some people talked, Hermione did not. Most of them drank glasses of fire whiskey before they fell asleep. Hermione only sipped at her first glass for the entire night. It was nearly four AM when Rebecca decided to fall asleep. That left Tom and Hermione. Hermione had decided to lie down, since she was getting a bit tired. Tom sat upright next to her.

"So." Hermione said to him.

There was a few moments of silence before he spoke. "Tell me about your friends at home. Are they witches, too?" Tom asked her.

"Yes, they can do magic." Hermione decide to tell him about Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She gave them aliases though. "Louis is my best friend. His parent's died when he was very young. He has a tendency to be a bit selfish… and to get carried away with his ranting. He's hard to understand, but I love him all the same. Edward and Charlotte are siblings, Edward is older. He has his stupid tendencies. He's very outspoken, as well. He can be a bit of a prat… but he's a great friend. Charlotte is wonderful. She's just as outspoken as Edward, if not more."

"They seem…" Tom began.

"Great, I know." Hermione chuckled.

"You should probably take out your fangs if you're going to sleep." He advised.

Hermione nodded, took them out, and stashed them into her robe pocket.

Tom began taking his robe off, which was weird for Hermione to watch. She felt like she was intruding on something, even though he had clothes on under it. He balled up his robe and put it next to her head. Hermione snuggled her face close to it. It smelled like him, and he smelled fantastic.

Hermione closed her eyes and yawned. She felt Tom shift to lie down next to her. Then, she fell asleep.

When she woke up about an hour later, Tom was asleep facing her. He looked very peaceful, as some people do, when he was asleep. It took Hermione a while to realize that her hand was in his. When she tried to retrieve her hand, his eyes flung open.

"Hi. Mind if I have my hand back?" Hermione whispered.

He looked at their hands and let go. "Sorry…" he muttered.

Hermione got up. "I'm going back to the castle."

"I'll escort you, then." Tom said.

AN- Perhaps this chapter wasn't fantastic. But I stayed up all night (yet again) to write a chapter for you, my lovelies.

Erm. Please don't say anything about Hagrid's hut not being there in 1942. I know it wasn't. But in my story, it was.

If you want pictures for what their costume's looked like… well I can only give you Rebecca's, because that's the only one I saved.

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