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Around December Hermione heard of a Yule Masquerade. There were going to be five nights of dancing. Not many had heard of the dance at all, let alone the details Hermione knew about it. The first day you had to wear a muggle dress. The second day you had to wear a medieval dress. On the third day you had to wear dress robes. During the fourth day you had to wear a dress from a book or a movie you had seen, but few of them had ever heard of a movie, let alone seen one. Finally on the fifth night you could wear whatever you wanted.
Hermione knew that they would be going to Hogsmeade that weekend and decided to go dress shopping with Ginny. They had become friends. Hermione felt bad for the younger girl. She was in love with Harry, and Harry thought of her as a child. The only girl he was interested in was Cho Chang.
They went into a dress shop and Hermione quickly selected five dresses. Ginny however, took over three hours finding the right dresses. She picked out a dark green dress that had only one strap and flowed nicely all the way down to her feet. Her second dress was a black one with a low neckline and several petticoats. The third was just a red dress robe. Her fourth one was the yellow dress from Beauty and the Beast. Her final dress was a blue dress that had a low neckline and showed off a lot of her legs.
She smiled as they left the store and headed down to a jewelry store. Hermione spent an hour looking around. She picked out five necklaces and six pairs of earrings.
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That night at dinner, Dumbledore made the announcements about the masquerade. Everyone was shocked as displeased that he hadn't told him or her sooner. They could have gotten their outfits earlier that day. He also mentioned that no two people could dress the same. You had to fill out a sheet and send it to Dumbledore immediately so that you made sure that you got to wear your outfit and didn't have to get another.
Hermione quickly filled out her sheet and turned it in to him. She was the first girl to turn in her paper. She found out that Draco was the first male to turn in his. Apparently he had known ahead of time too.
Hermione went into her room and tried on all her dresses again and twirled and posed in front of the mirror. Then she pulled out her mask and tried it on too. They didn't want anyone to know it was her, so she made plans for her hair and makeup. She and Ginny would get together a few hours before the dancing started.
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"So, I saw last night that you knew in advance about the dance. Who told you?" Draco asked her in potions.
"I have my sources, as I'm sure you have yours." Hermione answered.
"You two better be finished. Otherwise I would like to see a lot less talking and a lot more work." Snape glared at them as he passed their desk.
"Someone's got a stick up his ass." Draco muttered under his breath.
"Tell me about it." She smirked.
"Who are you dressing up as on the fourth night?" Draco asked.
"I can't tell you that. It's a secret." Hermione smiled.
"I'll tell you who I'm being if you tell me who you are being." He grinned.
"Fine. I'm being Cinderella." She sighed.
"You're lying to me aren't you?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Yes. I'm sorry, but I just can't tell you who I'm being. It's a secret Draco." Hermione stated.
Harry had been listening in on their conversation, and didn't like what he was hearing. He thought they were being way too friendly for enemies. Something was going on that he didn't know about.
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" Harry leaned forward and looked at Hermione questioningly.
"I beg you pardon." Hermione looked at him blankly.
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" Harry repeated.
"Were you eavesdropping Harry?" Hermione asked.
"That's not the point. Just answer the question." He demanded.
"Draco and I were having a private conversation, and it is none of your business what I call him." She stared at him appalled.
"See, there you go again. Is there something you aren't telling me?" He asked.
"Is there something you're not telling me Harry? I don't see why I should have to tell you every detail of my life when I practically have to beg for a bit of yours." She sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Harry looked at her as if she were crazy.
"I always come to visit you, and you never come to see me. You only come when you want something. I stop by just to say hi and to let you know I care. Hell, even Ron stops by to see me. When I do see you, you never tell me what's going on in your life. I have to beg for the slightest bit of information." Hermione started to raise her voice.
Harry didn't say anything. Draco, who had been watching the whole incident, placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit. She sat back down, and to her surprise no one was staring at her, except for Neville who hadn't quite learned to look away when Hermione got mad.
"You're right Hermione. I'm sorry." Harry whispered.
"You should be. Harry, I thought you were one of my two best friends, but you don't seem to notice what's going on in my life, and you don't tell me anything about yours. If you want me to tell you, then you've got to be willing to do the same for me." She sighed and left class.
A/N: So tell me, do you guys like this one? Next one is the first night of the masquerade.
Around December Hermione heard of a Yule Masquerade. There were going to be five nights of dancing. Not many had heard of the dance at all, let alone the details Hermione knew about it. The first day you had to wear a muggle dress. The second day you had to wear a medieval dress. On the third day you had to wear dress robes. During the fourth day you had to wear a dress from a book or a movie you had seen, but few of them had ever heard of a movie, let alone seen one. Finally on the fifth night you could wear whatever you wanted.
Hermione knew that they would be going to Hogsmeade that weekend and decided to go dress shopping with Ginny. They had become friends. Hermione felt bad for the younger girl. She was in love with Harry, and Harry thought of her as a child. The only girl he was interested in was Cho Chang.
They went into a dress shop and Hermione quickly selected five dresses. Ginny however, took over three hours finding the right dresses. She picked out a dark green dress that had only one strap and flowed nicely all the way down to her feet. Her second dress was a black one with a low neckline and several petticoats. The third was just a red dress robe. Her fourth one was the yellow dress from Beauty and the Beast. Her final dress was a blue dress that had a low neckline and showed off a lot of her legs.
She smiled as they left the store and headed down to a jewelry store. Hermione spent an hour looking around. She picked out five necklaces and six pairs of earrings.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night at dinner, Dumbledore made the announcements about the masquerade. Everyone was shocked as displeased that he hadn't told him or her sooner. They could have gotten their outfits earlier that day. He also mentioned that no two people could dress the same. You had to fill out a sheet and send it to Dumbledore immediately so that you made sure that you got to wear your outfit and didn't have to get another.
Hermione quickly filled out her sheet and turned it in to him. She was the first girl to turn in her paper. She found out that Draco was the first male to turn in his. Apparently he had known ahead of time too.
Hermione went into her room and tried on all her dresses again and twirled and posed in front of the mirror. Then she pulled out her mask and tried it on too. They didn't want anyone to know it was her, so she made plans for her hair and makeup. She and Ginny would get together a few hours before the dancing started.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So, I saw last night that you knew in advance about the dance. Who told you?" Draco asked her in potions.
"I have my sources, as I'm sure you have yours." Hermione answered.
"You two better be finished. Otherwise I would like to see a lot less talking and a lot more work." Snape glared at them as he passed their desk.
"Someone's got a stick up his ass." Draco muttered under his breath.
"Tell me about it." She smirked.
"Who are you dressing up as on the fourth night?" Draco asked.
"I can't tell you that. It's a secret." Hermione smiled.
"I'll tell you who I'm being if you tell me who you are being." He grinned.
"Fine. I'm being Cinderella." She sighed.
"You're lying to me aren't you?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Yes. I'm sorry, but I just can't tell you who I'm being. It's a secret Draco." Hermione stated.
Harry had been listening in on their conversation, and didn't like what he was hearing. He thought they were being way too friendly for enemies. Something was going on that he didn't know about.
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" Harry leaned forward and looked at Hermione questioningly.
"I beg you pardon." Hermione looked at him blankly.
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" Harry repeated.
"Were you eavesdropping Harry?" Hermione asked.
"That's not the point. Just answer the question." He demanded.
"Draco and I were having a private conversation, and it is none of your business what I call him." She stared at him appalled.
"See, there you go again. Is there something you aren't telling me?" He asked.
"Is there something you're not telling me Harry? I don't see why I should have to tell you every detail of my life when I practically have to beg for a bit of yours." She sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Harry looked at her as if she were crazy.
"I always come to visit you, and you never come to see me. You only come when you want something. I stop by just to say hi and to let you know I care. Hell, even Ron stops by to see me. When I do see you, you never tell me what's going on in your life. I have to beg for the slightest bit of information." Hermione started to raise her voice.
Harry didn't say anything. Draco, who had been watching the whole incident, placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit. She sat back down, and to her surprise no one was staring at her, except for Neville who hadn't quite learned to look away when Hermione got mad.
"You're right Hermione. I'm sorry." Harry whispered.
"You should be. Harry, I thought you were one of my two best friends, but you don't seem to notice what's going on in my life, and you don't tell me anything about yours. If you want me to tell you, then you've got to be willing to do the same for me." She sighed and left class.
A/N: So tell me, do you guys like this one? Next one is the first night of the masquerade.