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A/n yeah, a poor attempt for fluff. At least the chapter is sweet. Be prepared for stupidness in fluff! And the pov's are not the best but who's rating them. This is the fastest that I have ever updated!!

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Last Time

Draco's P.O.V

Everything is black, but keeps flashing white and blue. Sometimes I see an angel in the white. She looks familiar. She looks sad. I don't know who she is, but I want her to be happy. I have to make her happy. There is some kind of light up ahead of me. I'm in that tunnel that potter always snuck into… how did I get here? I have to get out… its getting brighter… and brighter! Her face is clearer…. Hermione!! It's her! Why is she here! Why? She is sad…something is touching my hand… I think that it is hers… what is going on…

Hermione sat by Draco's side for three days. She only ate a few pieces of toast when Dumbledor came in and told her to. She was miserable. Harry and Ron came in once a day around dinnertime to bring her the homework for the day, but never stayed longer than ten minutes. "Wonder why. Too busy with their goddamn girlfriends?" she had made a habit of talking to herself when no one else was around, and couldn't figure out why Madam Promfrey kept giving her strange looks. Hermione looked at the homework that she had in her lap. "History of Magic. Figures." She shrugged and looked at the date. "November 10th… not much longer until Christmas." Sighing, she stole another look at Draco. He was so fragile, His bandaged head and even paler skin than normal. Hermione threw her work down. "Impossible! I can't work now! He has to wake up!" she was pacing now, and dragging her hand along the new silky green curtains by his bed. She collapsed in the chair and let her headrest on Draco's stomach. "At least your still breathing…" she was asleep.

Draco's P.O.V

It's cold and dark. I think that I am locked in something; a box, like Moody, or a dungeon like Snape. But it has been dark. "Hmoy om mac… gurs" who was that… it was that angel again. I can see the blurry outline of her beautiful face… what is she doing though. It has to be Hermione. I have to open my eyes. I want to at least try to; it's been long enough! I've had enough of being locked here forever. It's done! No more of this! I can't take it anymore!!!

Hermione's head snapped up. She felt Draco's hand tightening around hers and squeezing. "Draco? Draco are you awake?" the squeezing stopped and his head rolled to the other side. Hermione cried again. "Draco! Please! No! You can't! Please! I'm sorry! I didn't see you! Well… course I didn't see you but that's not the POINT!" she looked down at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. "GOD DAMN IT DRACO MALFOY IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW I SWEAR THAT I WILL-" "Hemnie…" Hermione's heart jumped. "Draco! You're up!! Oh god! You're awake!" he fluttered his eyes open and slowly sat up. "How long was I out?" he asked, getting used to using his voice again and taking a big gulp of water. Hermione smiled. "Three days." "Really?" "Yeah." Draco smiled with Hermione. "Let me guess you only came in after your classes… oh." Hermione smirked and he looked at the big pile of books and parchment. "Wow." "What." Hermione asked, looking up into his eyes. "That's a lot… of work…" Hermione shrugged. "No its not." "To you." "Whatever." "Still mad about the other day?" Draco tried not to look at Hermione, but just couldn't help it. "I think that that is the reason that I am in here in the first place." Hermione had a puzzled look on her face. "I don't know though…" he leaned back on his pillows. "I can't remember. All that I remember is being in the bathroom and having a nice talk with the toilet and a door hitting me." At that thought, it was like all of the pain had come back in a rush. His hand rubbed his temple, and his eyes shut tight in pain. "God! Ow! All of the sudden it hurts!" Hermione put her head ageist his chest and hugged him close. "I'm just glad that you are okay…" she smiled and looked up at him. Draco tried to lean down to kiss her, but the pain was too much for him to take. Hermione ran a hand down the side of his face and down his jaw line. Draco kissed her fingers, because that was all that he could reach, and took her hand in his own. "Where are we?" he asked, a glittering twinkle like Dumbledor's in his pale eyes. Hermione grinned. "Wherever you want to be as long as I'm there." Draco smiled, but didn't kiss her. Madam Promfrey bustled over, and that was all of there love for then.

The weeks droned on like one of those 'back in my day stories,' and every day, Draco and Hermione fell even more in love. When December 11th rolled around, they were used to the nightly make-out sessions by the fire in their common room, and the sweet goodnights by their rooms. On December 11th, Dumbledor called them to his office. "Wonder why…" they both thought, thinking about what might happen if he found out what they did every night. To their great relief, he knew nothing. Or at least did a great job of hiding it. "As head boy and girl, you are to decide on what we will do on Christmas. Either some kind of party, a dance, a costume party. Something fun to keep as many people at the school this year. We can't let them go home with Lord Voldemort rising. Think of something fun. I'll be back in an hour to see what you have decided on. With that Dumbledor left them through the door in the back of the room. Hermione turned to Draco. "A dance." "A dance? Why?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Because it will make all of the boys go hunting for girls in hopes that if they behave they will get laid after." Draco cocked his head and thought for a second. "I guess that's a good idea but I have to add to it. Every couple gets dressed up nice, and the best couple get a prize or something." "Great, but what will the best couple have to do to get the prize?" Draco thought a second before answering. "They have to be voted for as the cutest, most romantic, or best dancing couple. The Grand prize goes to the couple who will be the best at all of the stuff." "Awesome! I love it!"  They spent the next hour planning and then explaining their idea to Dumbledor, who agreed, before heading back to their rooms. Too tired for the make out session, they gave each other a quick peck before going off to bed. "Thank god it's Saturday tomorrow."

At breakfast, Dumbledor announced the dance to the school, and that there would be an unplanned on Hogsmead trip for only the sixth and seventh years that afternoon. "Yeah! We can do our Christmas shopping and we can buy clothes for the dance! This is great!" Draco nodded, and got up. "Draco, where are you going?" "I'll be right back! I have to go get something!" he ran away to his dorm, and came back with a paper in his hand. Sitting down, he pulled out the paper and gave it to Hermione. "You wrote that, didn't you?" Hermione blushed and grinned. "Yeah, love the words, don't you." He smiled and gave her a quick peck on the lips. After breakfast, the sixth and seventh years made their way to the town to a shopping day. After giving Draco a kiss goodbye, Hermione met up with Ginny for an awesome day of shopping. "This is going to be great!
Hermione said to herself, as the girls walked into the "Muggle Formal- formal muggle wear for the formal occasion."

An- Expect the dance (as always) soon!