Hermione bolted up in bed. Glancing at her alarm clock, she noticed that it was only five in the morning. "It's too early," she complained. Closing her eyes, she tried to fall back asleep. Unfortunately she remembered today was: Halloween. "Damn it." Hermione opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Finally realizing that she needed to get ready for the dance, she slid out of bed.
Less than an hour later, she was up and ready to go downstairs. Reminding her of her duties, an owl flew to the window in her common room. She let the window open with a flick of her hand. The owl flew into the room and landed on the couch next to her.
Mia,
Class ends at eleven today. Be sure to get ready for the ball. Don't forget the wings on your royal costume. You'll look beautiful. I'm sure of it. I'm also sure that you'll fly high tonight especially with all the guys.
Dad
Hermione laughed after reading this letter. Her father was so funny when he tried to write letters like that. "Draco?" Hermione walked over to Draco's door. "You awake yet?" A crashing noise came from behind the door. Feet shuffled and the door slowly opened to reveal a very messy Draco. Even though he wasn't up to his standards in looks, he still had his same old attitude. He leaned against the doorway.
"What do you want? It's six thirty in the morning."
"Today's the day. You have your costume for tonight?"
"Yes. I have my costume. Can I go back to sleep now?" He yawned.
"Your costume. Is it purple?"
"Yes!" Draco exclaimed. "I'm going back to bed."
"Woah. No you're not. The dance starts at nine tonight and we still need to go over last minute details."
"What? What details?" Draco asked.
"Details. Now hurry up and get ready."
"I'm going back to bed. I'll be out in an hour." He turned around and started to close the door.
"No you don't." Hermione grabbed his shoulder and pulled him out of his bedroom.
"Mia!" Draco exclaimed.
"You're going to help me with the details. Got it?" She didn't give him time to answer before she continued. "This stuff is very important and needs to be taken care of now. It's the difference between my dad and Potter winning. So we need to hurry up."
"Mia! Can I at least get something on other than boxers?" Hermione looked him up and down.
"Yeah. You should probably go change," Hermione told him. "Just come back."
Five minutes later, Draco was back in the Common Room. "Great. Now what kind of details did you want to go over?"
"Okay. I need all of my supporters ready at eleven tonight. You need to spread the word. Okay?"
"Yeah. Tell every future death eater. Got it."
"And have everyone wear purple."
"Yeah. I'll tell them. Just don't worry about tonight. Potter doesn't have a chance."
"I know," Hermione sighed. "I'm just a little nervous. I mean- shouldn't I be?"
"Of course you should. Your father and a friend of yours are facing off. It's life or death for them." He pulled her into a hug. "Everything will end perfectly. Your father's invincible."
"I know. Of course it will. But I mean…Draco?" He looked down at her.
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to fight Harry."
"You won't have to."
-Voldemort dies. Hermione takes over the dark side. Harry and Hermione must fight.
-Harry dies. Voldemort takes over.
-Voldemort dies. Harry wins. Hermione doesn't go with the death eaters.