As Tom woke up, he immedietly threw Blaise his pillow, causing the Italian wizard to groan, "It's 7 already, wake up!" Tom said as he stood up and took the pillow, hitting Theodore on the other side of the room.
"What?" he muttered under his pillow, "Game starts in two hours! Get the lazy arse up." Tom said, followed by a laugh. Nott lift up a pillow from his head and glared at him, "Why are you this excited? You were never this hyped up in a match before." he said. Tom just looked at him, "It's like it's your first time playing. You were never like this even in our first year when you joined the team." he added.
Tom Felton exchanged a look with Zabini and the Italian Wizard just sighed, "Just get up, Nott."
As the two Slytherins walked down towards their common room, Phoebe and Pansy are already there waiting for them, both looked worried than ever. "What's wrong?" asked Tom.
"I just got a letter from my Mother." said Phoebe, "There's only a matter of time, before you'll get from Draco's."
"And? What's wrong with that?" he asked, "What month is today?" asked Phoebe with a sigh. "Uhm, July?" answered Tom.
"Wrong." glared Pansy, annoyingly, "Well, the last time I check it was July 6 2011, so -"
"It's October 1998, and four more days before Halloween." said Pansy with a sigh.
"And?" He asked again, feeling stupid in a minute, Blaise cut him off, "Merlin! The Halloween break! Salazar, I forgot all about it!"
"It's not just you." said Pansy and Phoebe in chorus, "and I bet Alex, too."
"What's the Halloween break? That's not found in the books." said Tom as his brows furrowed together, "Forget about that book, Felton. Halloween break means we get to go home for three days. My Mother owled me, said they'll come home in London because your parents are helding a Halloween Ball at Malfoy Manor, that's the concern here!"
Tom turned pale and his eyes grew wider than ever, "That . . . means . . . "
"That means, if Draco's not back, you'll going to meet his parents." continued Blaise for him, "and the rest of our family." said Phoebe.
"Oh god."
Later that morning . . .
"Is that Hermione?"
"What is Granger doing on the couch?"
"You daft! Can't you see she's sleeping?"
"Come on, wake her up! It's morning already."
"Shhhh! She's waking up, moron!"
"Quiet, all of you."
Emma slowly opened her eyes, following a yawn. She sat up and stretched her arms as she was welcomed by a sight of Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and Ron Weasley, all staring at her.
"You alright?" asked Ron as Emma stood up and smiled at them, "Yeah, Good Morning." She said, "I kinda slept in the common room last night."
Seamus snorted, "Yeah, we know." he said, "Oh Hermione, can I borrow your book in Transfiguration? Seamus kind of burned mine." said Dean Thomas as he glared at his friend, "I told you, it was an accident." said Seamus.
Emma laughed and nodded, "Sure, I'll give it to you later." she said. "Uhm Granger, what are you still doing?" asked Lavender as she daw Emma taking a seat at the sofa, again.
"What?" she asked curiously, "Don't what me. Why aren't you dressed for today?" she asked. "Uhm . . . I just woke up?" she said.
Lavender rolled her eyes, "I just saw you wake up." she said, "What I meant is, the quidditch match starts in thirty minutes, you know."
"Wait, really? What time is it?" asked Emma as she got up, "It's 8:30 already." Ron pointed out, "No one bothered waking you up." he said.
"Typical. Who wants their butts to be hexed by Hermione Granger?" said Seamus. Dean nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we all know how much you hate it when someone wakes you up especially when it's Saturday Mornings." he said.
Emma just nodded, "Oh, right." she just said, simply. "Hermione!" they heard someone yelled from the stairs, "Go take a shower and get dressed, or we're going to be late."
"O . . . kay." said the brunette as she climbed towards their dormitory. "Why didn't you wake her up?" Ron asked Ginny.
The redhead shrugged, "I was busy with Harry." and with that, Ron's eyes went wide like saucers, "with what?" he asked. "Secret." grinned the redhead and ran following Emma.
"Ginny!"
As Hermione got out from the bathroom, she saw Ginny sat down by her bed, "What am I going to wear? What does Hermione often wear?" She asks, a towel still wrapped around her body, and another towel on her hair.
Gimmy shruggs, "Our Hermione goes whatever she chose from her trunk, you know, the usual pants and a tee." she said, "Well, pants and shirt then." said Emma but she was cut off by Ginny.
"No." She said, "I think you can come up better Emma Watson. Let us see how you dressed up." The red head smirked, challenging her. "But I haven't bought along with me any clothes, and all Hermione has are pants and shirts."
"You have magic, don't you? Come on, just try using it. And by the way, Hermione has cute black boots with her, I gave it to her for her birthday, use it."
Emma stared at her for a second and then her lips curved up forming a smirk, "I think I have an idea." She said, she took a pair of pants and a white shirt and ran towards the bathroom.
Minutes later, she got out and soon after Ginny caught sight of her, she frowned, "I thought you weren't going to go with pants and a shirt." She said.
But Emma held out her wand and pointed it towards her denim pants, seconds later it transformed into a cute denim skirt, then the plain white shirt transformed into a sleeveless white turtle neck blouse, she then slipped the black boots with her, finishing her touch. "So? What do you think? I just opted for a simple look you know, I don't want to look overdress considering we're just going to watch a quiditch match."
Ginny's eyes widened and nodded in awe, "I had never seen Hermione showing that much skin before." she smiled, "Good job."
Emma smiled at her, "and you even tamed her bushy hair, that, I don't get to see everyday." Ginny added. "Yeah, I kinda borrowed one of Lavender's conditioners." She said.
Ginny laughed as she got up, "Well, you looked amazing! Now how about we go downstairs and take a quick breakfast?"
"Now that's and idea."
"Everyone's staring at you." Emma whispered to Ginny as they made their way inside the Great Hall. "No, they're all looking at you." the red head said with a smirk.
"They had never seen Hermione nor even I never seen her, wear something like that unless there's an occassion, you know. Wait 'till we get to the Quidditch pitch." said Ginny as they sat down at the Gryffindor table, "And you, Miss Watson sure knows how to wear, so much confidence, I like it." She winked.
Emma just giggled, getting used of being watched already, just didn't mind them as she took a piece of toasted bread, "So, where are the others?" she asked, as she noticed the tables are half empty.
"Quidditch pitch. The game's starting in ten minutes." Ginny said, "Oh." said Emma.
"Ginny!" both girls gazed towards the direction where the voice came from, then they saw a familiar raven haired wizard and a ginger running towards them, "The game's almost starting, come on." said Harry.
Emma got up, noticing Harry and Ron's bewildered looks and laughed, "May I remind you, I am Emma Watson, not Hermione Granger." she said. Harry and Ron just nodded, "Yeah, we're just not used to seeing Hermione . . . I mean, you . . . you know." said Ron, Emma laughed not missing the red blush forming from his cheeks.
"Yeah, I know." she said, "Now come on, I want to see the game."
"The game, or Tom?" smirked Harry as she placed her arms around Ginny, the two Weasley laughed as Emma rolled her eyes playfully, "I'd like to see him fall off from that broom." she joked.
"Oooh, I wouldn't think of that If I were you." said Ron, chuckling, "Falling from feets away from the ground is -"
"- Horrifying." said Harry, "I experienced that, and it was not fun at all. Had to stay at the Hospital Wing for weeks." He added.
Emma suddenly got scared of the thought Tom falling from the broom, "If Felton falls of that broom and lives, I will be the one to finish him off, I swear, that hard headed bloke just won't listen to me."
The three Gryffindors behind him, just laughed, "Relax, I'm sure he'll do fine." said Ron. "I hope so."
