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Author's note: I made this up. Yes, I did. If you hate Draco and Hermione..or Harry and Hermione fics...back away from the fanfic and everyone stay calm. Please don't flame me. I haven't flamed you. R I D D L E is a good writer. Tell me if I should continue with this story, constructively. Well..I'm off...Ta!

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"Mudblood!" Draco screamed at Hermione. Their stood facing each other in the hall. Her carmel eyes shoot daggers at him, yet avoiding his own ice-blue eyes. She was covered in raspberry jelly Draco had so kindly spilt on her for no good reason.

"You aggnorant, self-righteous, prat!" Hermione face was half red with anger, the other, humiliation. She stalked towards Draco. Harry and Ron watched yelling preposterous things as "Chick fight" or "Cat Fight." Draco shot death-glares, keeping his ground.

He wasn't about to back up from a girl, not much less a one with such low standards in his Father's family. Though, there was something different about this girl, something from the other's that stood out.

Hermione kept her intrusion a foot. She appeared to be at least 2 inches shorter then Draco. She brought her hand back. Draco tried to move, but it was too late. The tiny slender hand left a red impact spot on his cheek. He staggered back.

Crabbe and Goyal made there move forward looking as if they would squash Hermione for hurting their master/friend. On the other hand, Harry and Ron stood in front of Hermione. They were now much taller then her, and weren't half bad looking either.

Draco stood with his goons at his sides. His orbs searching for something to weaken them by. He found nothing as he turned on his heel.

"Crabbe, Goyal...Let's go...We'll deal with them later. See you on the corner, Granger" His ice cold voice penetrated her soul as if she fell into a pool of water in Antarctica. She tried to run after him, but, thankfully, Harry and Ron grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"Let me at him! I'm going to rip the bloody twit., limb from broken limb!" She screamed as she struggled to get away from Harry and Ron. Ron was furious, but knew better then to charge at Draco. Seeing Snape or Flich would get him. Harry kept his obvious anger below level, he would get him later. The quidditch match maybe? For hurting his beloved friend.

Hermione continued yelling absurd things, that, were quite unlike herself to even mention as she was led to the Gryffindor common room, by the arms, which were still grasped by the two. She was finally set down in a chair, the boys sat next to her.

"What has gotten into you, Hermione?" Ron turned to her sloped over a chair. Harry was next to her. Yet, his eyes were closed and his breathing was light.

"Ron, can't you see she's inherited your ferociousness over the past six years. I think we all have borrowed our personality traits to one another over the years." Harry said. His deep voice was soft, like Dumbledore's. Hermione turned to look at him.

"Well,..." Ron was stumped on what to say. Surely, he already knew he had the personality traits of them.

"Talk to Cho, Harry?" Hermione raised her eyebrow at him. Her voice, not the same old bossiness as the first four years,but it had gotten sweeter and softer, of course, when she wasn't yelling.

"Please, Hermi, don't mention her. She's going out with some Slytherin seventh year," Harry mimicked Cho, "Harry, You're to young for me, I only date..older men."

Ron busted out laughing. Hermione chuckled a bit. So did Harry, though, his eyes were still closed. Hermione smiled as Lavender strutted down the stairs in a mask. She heard her giggling and coming over to Ron, holding the mask up.

"We finally found something that would suit you. You can wear it all the time." Lavender snorted. Ron flushed a deep crimson. He knew Lavender was , after all, the were going out, ginny said, yet the two never admitted it. The mask, however, flakiddingshed a different symbol in her mind. Hermione jolted up out of her chair, her smile would've lit the room, you know, if it wasn't for the candles.

Harry looked out of the corner of his eye, worried," Hermione, are you okay?"

"I just remembered something! It's in Hogwarts: A History..." Hermione smiled at the mask, and ran upstairs to retrieve her precious copy of the worn-out book.

"Leave it to her, bringing up a book when she's excited," Ron snorted at Harry. Harry closed his eyes and blushed a tint of pink. Hermione stumbled down the stairs, her cat in one hand, her book in the other.

"Ron, Crookshanks wants you." Hermione let the ginger cat jump out of her arms and watched it prance over to Ron, as it jumped into his lap.

"Bloody Hell, all the women want me," He grinned, petting the cat around the ears, letting him purr.

Harry chortled with glee, "Ron, Crookshanks is a male." Ron blushed scarlet. Hermione strolled back to her chair, as she sat down smiling.

"I remembered something," She flipped through the pages. Most had ink spots on them of many different colors. Some even had drawings. She stopped on a page dotted in orange ink. "Whola! I knew it was happening this year! I knew it!"

By this time, everyone started gathering around Hermione, Harry and Ron. Even though both of the boy constantly had girls hanging over them. Their were mumbles of "What is she doing?", "Look at her!". Hermione raised up on the chair.

She began to read, "Every Century, by the light of a blue moon, hogmested celebrates it's 'man in the moon' masquerade ball to celebrate the Hogwarts unveiling in 125 AD. Some say this night brings forth soul-mates. Others say, death. No matter what the cause, That masquerade always bring a sense of thrill and excitement to the cautious wizard."

The Gryffindor tower exploded with hollers and hoots from the upcoming dance. Everyone knew from Astronomy class, Tuesday night, the next blue moon was March 10th a week away. The girls were gibbering on what to wear. The boys on who to go with. Hermione sat alone. Her eyes quiet, reading her book. Harry's eyes were still closed, he wasn't going to talk. He wasn't going to say anything.

"Hey Harry, do you want to go to bed?" Hermione asked him, not in the mood to sit alone.

He nodded and opened his emerald orbs to look at Hermione then he glanced away. "I can't stand up...my legs ache." Hermione smiled and jumped up, holding her book under one arm, offering the other to Harry.

"Well, come on, Harry. I don't have all night." Hermione smiled. Harry grabbed her arm and pulled himself up.
"OW!" Harry grabbed his knee. He had obviously worn it out from running around all day.

"Lean on me." Hermione whispered. Her voice was so soft and tranquil, it sounded like an angels. He did as he was told, and started limping with Hermione to the stairs. His eyes lowered watching her legs move and his stumble as they were walking up the stairs. They entered the door, walking quietly to Harry's bed, seeing Neville was already asleep.
Harry climbed into bed.
She grinned at him. "Hey Harry?"

"Hmm..." He smiled at him, trying to get a hold of her orbs, but they kept bouncing around the room.

"I need you to do a favor. Come to my room around eightish, tomorrow morning. I need your opinion on something" She smiled, closing her eyes for a while.

"Okay, sounds wonderful, eightish, yah," His eyes closed as he supposedly drifted away to sleep.
Hermione turned on her heal and walked towards the door. As soon as she got her hand on the handle. A voice rung the silent room, though it was only a whisper.

"I love you," whispered Harry. She turned around to see who said that. Her eyes quiet and searching. She finally thought she *knew* she imagined it.
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Awaking to the giggles of Lavender and Parvarti is not always easy, but today, it was horrendous. She grabbed her watch and looked at it. It was 8, that means, the male voice she was hearing was Harry's and Ron's.

"Oh Harry! That's so funny!" Parvarti said, pushing him on the chest as he walked to Hermione's bed. Lavender was hanging off of Ron, which was half asleep.
"What's funny?" Harry asked.

"That you came to ask me to the Masquerade. Your so sweet." She chuckled. Harry hit himself in the head.

"I didn't ask you though, Parvarti." His voice was sincere.

"But-But, Why are you here then?" Parv's lower lip trembled.

"Hermi asked us to know our opinion on something," Harry placed his hand on Parv's shoulder as she sulked out of the common room, pulling Lavender with her. Harry pulled open Hermione's curtained bed, she had already fell back to sleep. Her curls sprawled out on the pillow.

Harry smiled and thought to himself. She's even beautiful when she sleeps.

Ron leaned against her bedpost, yawning: "Wake her up, Prince Charming," as he fell on Lavender's near by bed.

Harry leaned over her, as he placed a hand on either side of her body. He smiled, moving a strand of hair out of her pale apricot colored face. She stirred having his warm hands so near to her face, yet she didn't awake.

"Hey, Hermes." Harry shook the bed with his hands still on either side of her. Hermione yawned, smacking Harry upside the head with her hand.

"Yeah, love you too..." He stood up and rubbed his head. Ron bursted out laughing.

"My opinion is that Hermione has strong arms!" He jiggled and wiggled on Lavender's bed.

"That's not what I want your opinion on. See, I've known about the masquerade for a long while and..um..I sorta already made my costume..." Hermione stuttered, getting out of bed. She kneeled down and crawled under bed. Ron bursted out laughing again, falling off the bed.

"You could've asked Parvarti or Lavender." Suggested Harry.

"Harry, if you haven't noticed. You two are my only friend..." She slipped out from under the bed, pushing a black box in front of her, "Could you go into another room so I can change?"

She pushed on Harry's back to get out of her curtains as she shut them. Ron and Harry stood there, watching each other as they walked out of the dorm to the hall and stood there, getting smothered by girls.

"Oh yes, Hermione, we'll stay out here and get molested so you can change." Ron mumbled as girls started to hang off him, "You have curtains, for cryin'' out loud!"

"Give her a second, Ron. She's a fast dresser," Harry mumbled, sliding closer to the door.

"How would you know?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow at Harry, as the door open, but no one was standing there. They hurried back in.
Hermione stood in front of them. The box lying open on her bed. Harry's mouth dropped when he saw her. Ron closed Harry's mouth, himself, wide eyed.

"You l-look like a girl..." Ron spitted out.

"Yeah, well, obviously Ron, I am one." She said, swaying on her feet back and forth. The yellow dress she was wearing, had an embroidered blue flowers that trickled down both sides of the dress. The slit on the left side came up to her thigh and the flowers spliting into two arms covering the sides of the slit.

Harry was speechless. Ron looked at the slit and the leg that showed from it. "You have legs!" Ron yelled. Harry blinked.

"So do you....Your point?" Hermione stood there casually waiting their opinion. Harry's mouth dropped again as he saw the slit. He kept mumbling, trying to get words out.

"Wow..." Harry finally said. His eyes raised to meet hers. They quickly looked away.

"So, that's good right?"Hermione gestured. Both boys nodded.

"You need a mask though," Ron pointed out. She turned around and reached into the box, pulling out a mask of yellow covered mask with silver trimming around the eyes.

"This is the mask.." She said, throwing it back in the box. "Now..." she said taking a breath. "I must get changed into my robes." Harry stood there. Ron pulled on his collar trying to get him out.

"Harry, Come on!" Ron continued to pull on his best friend. Harry turned out the door slowly as a curtain whoosh came from behind him. The handle of the door he grabbed, closing it softly behind him. Harry was utterly speechless tell lunch, when things started to go down hill...