SmileSimplify: She whisper yelled, like in the movie.

It's fall break, so I can update faster. I'm going to make a cover after I think of a title. Here is chapter 11! (This chapter is a lot more T)

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter, but I do own the plot of this fanfiction!

Hermione

I was furious at Ron. Asking me out 5 hours before the ball and assuming that I was too ugly, too boring to get a date for the ball. I would prove him wrong.

The rest of the evening was free so people could get ready. Ginny ran over holding a bag full of makeup and other beauty products and grinning madly. She pulled the curtain over the bed and cast a silencing charm.

"Hermione, I'm so excited! Although, I can't believe you're going with Blaise," she said, making a face. She was the only one besides Blaise and I who knew who I was going with. "Hold still."

She applied makeup to my face, while chatting.

"I'm going with Neville, although I'm kind of regretting it now. Not that I don't like him, it's just, Harry asked me and I had already said yes to Neville. Of course it would be rude to say yes and leave Neville. He really is sweet. Great, you're done. Don't look at yourself in the mirror yet!" she said, snatching the mirror back from me.

"Why?"

"Because it's a surprise."

"Alright."

"Now go get your dress on while I do me."

I left, feeling bad, although if I tried to do makeup, I would most probably fail.

I pulled my dress out and gazed at it. Ginny had helped me select it, and it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever owned. It was light violet and not too showy, and it hugged my few curves, accentuating my features nicely.

I slipped the soft fabric over my head, careful not to let it touch my face. I turned to Ginny. She had already finished with her makeup and was putting on her dress. Hers was a dark green dress that flowed out in elegant waves. It brought out her creamy skin and shining eyes. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Ginny, you look amazing!"

"And I'm not even done with my hair!" she joked, "You should see yourself, Hermione. But don't!"

I laughed. "C'mon, Ginny. The ball starts in 45 minutes and we haven't done our hair."

While I couldn't do makeup, I could do hair. Pulling out a bottle of hair smoothing stuff I bought from my last trip to Hogsmeade with Ginny, who insisted I would need it someday, I asked Ginny if she needed help.

"That'd be great, but you should really do yours. I can manage."

"If you say so."

I spread the substance over my hair, surprised at how well it worked. I ran a brush through my hair. My usually frizzy hair immediately turned into soft ringlets. That's magic for you.

I pulled my hair into a half-up, half-down style and secured it with a hair tie. Then, I went over to Ginny. Her hair already looked great. She had naturally smooth, straight hair. I braided a small section and clipped it back. Five minutes to seven.

"Okay, now look," said Ginny, excitedly handing me the mirror.

I let out a gasp. I could hardly recognize myself. The person in the mirror had large, bright eyes, long lashes, rosy cheeks, soft, shiny hair, and an actual figure, as opposed to the usually frizzy, tangled hair, pale face, and rectangular body the typical me had.

"Wow...Ginny."

"I know, I'm amazing!" she joked.

"Thank you so much."

She smiled sincerely.

"Of course."

Outside the portrait, Blaise was waiting. His jaw literally dropped open when he saw Ginny and me.

"Wow. You guys look..." he trailed off, apparently speechless, eyes roaming over me. I caught Ginny smirking and blushed.

Neville arrived and had the same reaction.

"Well, shall we go or are you going to keep standing there drooling like idiots?" Ginny asked.

That seemed to put some sense back into them. They nodded and offered their arms. Together, we walked to the Great Hall, which was now decked out in bells, holly, mistletoe, lights, and wreaths. We had arrived there a little late because of all the gawking from Blaise and Neville, and when we stepped in, one person started staring, which led to another, which led to another, until everyone at the ball was staring. I blushed and walked down with Blaise.

"Wanna dance?" Blaise asked me.

"Sure."

After a while, Blaise led me over to where Draco was sitting with Pansy, looking very ticked off.

"Oh, um Blaise, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Draco doesn't-"

"It's fine," he interrupted as we reached them.

"Hey Drake," he said, flashing a grin.

"Blaise, you int-" Pansy began.

"THAT'S WHO YOU WERE TAKING?" Draco exploded. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU IDIOT?! ZABINI, LET GO OF HER RIGHT NOW."

"He doesn't if he doesn't want to. I'm fine with it, and you're not the boss of anyone."

Draco glared at me, but I didn't flinch. I was done dealing with his attitude.

For a few moments we stared at each other angrily, until Pansy tugged at Draco's shirt. Obviously, it would be rude to ignore your date, so he was forced to turn around.

"Let's go, Blaise," I said.

We went back to dancing, but after a couple of songs my feet started to kill me, even if they were only two inches high. Blaise offered to get me a drink, and kissed my hand when he left. I sighed happily and went over to Harry and Ron, who were sitting alone.

"Blaise is going to get drinks. Do you want to join us?" I asked, breathless.

"No, we would not like to join you and Zabini," Ron said nastily.

"What's got your wand in a knot?" I muttered.

"He's a Slytherin. You're fraternizing with the enemy."

"The enemy?" I cried. "The whole point of this is to make friends! And judging people by their house doesn't make you any better!"

"Looks like he's got more than friendship on his mind."

I stood up to go. I could handle one irrationally angry person, but not two of my best/once best friends. Turning around, I opened my mouth, but there was nothing left to say. I stormed off to Blaise by the drink table.

"Hey, Hermione, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I replied, taking the drink and draining it. I reached for another and drained that one too.

"Hermione! That was firewhiskey!"

But I didn't hear him. The drink had filled me with raw courage, and I felt like I could do anything.

"Let's dance," I said, only letting him drain his drink too before I pulled him onto the dance floor.

We were dancing in ways I feel uncomfortable describing (A/N: Remember, later there was rock music. That would've been weird if it were to classical music), although it felt wonderful at the time. We eventually moved to the side of the Great Hall, and I blame it on the firewhiskey, but I leaned up and kissed Blaise. Again, blamed on the firewhiskey, he kissed me back. He pushed me to the wall and lifted me up, not breaking the kiss.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Draco see us, and his face turned angry and red. I woke up, and pushed Blaise off. We stared at each other in horrible silence for a second before Blaise said, "Merlin's beard! I'm so sorry, Hermione."

"No, it was my fault. I kissed you," I said, shocked by the truth of my words. My first kiss, the most special, happened when I was drunk with a person I didn't love like that. "Oh gosh. I think I'm going to go."

"Ok," he said. He looked like what I felt. Dazed and guilty.

I felt terrible, but I was too tired to do anything else. I started walking away, but was stopped by Ron.

"Just making friends, huh?"

"Ron! It was an accident!"

"Yeah, I'm sure it was an accident that you were snogging against the wall. He's using you!"

"We were not snogging!" I cried. "And how dare you! I can take care of myself."

"Doubt it," he muttered.

We reached the steps. "If you're so worried, then you know the solution, don't you?"

"Go on."

"Next time there's a ball, pack up the courage to ask me before somebody else does and not as a last resort!"

"Well, that's completely off the point! Hey, Harry."

I turned. "Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you!"

"They get scarier when they get older," I heard Ron say to Harry.

"Ron! You spoiled everything!"

I sat down on the steps and started to cry. I took off my shoes and threw them to the ground, rubbing my sore feet. He had insulted Blaise, caused me to get drunk, and then insulted me. Great ending to what was supposed to be the best night of my life.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

"I'm fine, Blaise. I'm sorry," I said, expecting him to go away so I could continue my fit.

When he didn't, I said, "Blaise, I'm fine." I turned around, shocked. It was Draco, not Blaise. That made more sense. Blaise would have gone away.

"Oh, it's you."

"Ouch. You don't seem very happy to see me."

"Why would I? You've ignored me for the past two months."

He looked kind of hurt when I said that, but it was true. I still felt guilty though, so I said, "I'm sorry. It's just, I'm a little cranky right now."

He sat down.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you. My father sent me a letter to meet him. He warned me to stay away from you and that I was dishonoring the Malfoy family name. He, um, entered me into the Triwizard Tournament."

"Oh, Draco, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

I leaned into him and he put an arm around me. He leaned down and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. At first, I was too shocked to move, but eventually, my body naturally responded. The kiss was soft and sweet, nothing like the one I had shared with Blaise. I could feel the electricity between us, and I tangled my fingers into his soft hair, not caring who saw us. Everyone was either in their dormitories or at the ball.

All too soon, he pulled away, my lips left tingling. "Granger, what are we doing?"

His cheeks were flushed, and he was shaking his head.

What were we doing? What was I doing? I kissed two different boys on the same day. What was wrong with me?

"We should both go back to our dormitories," he said.

I silently nodded, picked up my shoes and trudged off, not looking back.

That night, I lay awake. I guess Draco had forgiven me, but you never know. The next day, he could go back to his old, cold self.

Draco

I was having a lousy night, that night. Pansy whined pretty much the whole time after the first dance. Then, Hermione kissed Blaise! I understood what they meant by seeing red. Why I was mad, I had no idea. Seeing Weasley and Hermione fight, sadly, made me feel better. Granger looked completely and utterly upset, so I went to go comfort her. Too bad, too sad, Dad.

I really don't know what possessed me to kiss Granger. She just looked absolutely beautiful, even distraught. And before I knew what I was doing, I captured her lips in mine. Those few moments before I came to my senses were bliss. Hermione couldn't like me; she had just kissed another guy. I quickly pulled back.

"Granger, what are we doing?" I asked, because honestly, I had no idea. "We should go back to our dormitories."

She nodded and walked away.

I stared at her retreating back before leaving myself. She never looked back.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Oh, things had gotten complicated.

Whew, that was the longest chapter by far (Still not very long compared to other people, but whatever)! I wasn't very satisfied with that chapter, but it took all day to write it, so that's what it is. There's some Dramione lip action for you (probably not very good). Review, review, review, review, and review. Also, don't forget to review. Goodbye, Chao, Ciao, Doei, Wiedersehen, and Slán!