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Author's Notes: Yay! I luv you all who reviewed! I was worried that the chappy four had misled a lot of people (which it did) but just to tell u all, i nvr really meant for that to happen...or maybe I did...oh i don't know! my brains not working right now :) thank you thank you thank you to everyone who reviewed! ah...the yule ball....i luv this time of year....heehee...thanks and big hugs to all of u! *hug* oh, and thanks to Genuine for pointing out that Hermione did leave divination third year rather than fourth, sorry for the mistake :) my brain's not working...
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That time of year was just around the corner, the presents, the mistletoe, the food, the kissing, the stockings... Around this time, the girls at Hogwarts take out their fishnet tights to wear underneath their misleading, innocent robes, added a little more sparkle to their faces, and wear those delicious cashmere sweaters that they splurged all their summer job money on. They want to look as cute and sexy as possible, after all, no one wants to be alone beneath a mistletoe! And the boys...ahhh....the sweet Hogwarts boys always red cheeked from running outside in the cold, wearing those soft sweaters and scarves that their mother had sent them to keep them warm, smelling of fresh air. Around this time more people gather in the common rooms, around a bright fire sipping warm mochas and ciders, and what's extra special about this time of year is that girls and boys start to check each other out...to find someone to go with to the Yule Ball! Christmas is just around the corner and everyone is making sure that they won't be the last one standing without a partner.
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"Hermione, are you in?" asked Parvati.
"In on what?" Hermione discreetly checked her watch. She had to go see Draco again soon and just thinking about it made her feel light headed.
"The sixth year Gryffindor girls have made two bets," said Lavender, sounding surprised that Hermione didn't know. She looked down her nose at Hermione, condescendingly. Dammit, I don't have time for this, thought Hermione.
"What are the bets?" she asked. Parvati and Lavender each grabbed one of Hermione's arms and led her to a sofa and plopped her down, sitting down next to her. Parvati leaned in as if she was about to tell something top secret...well, in Parvati's case it would be.
"The first one is who will snag the biggest biscuit." Hermione's eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. Parvati smoothed her short, wool skirt over her legs and picked an invisible lint ball from the skirt and flicked it.
"Who's going to get the hottest guy to ask them!" squealed Lavender.
"Lavender!" cried Parvati. They both exchanged a look and quieted down.
"No one but the girls know about this," said Lavender, while Parvati nodded vigorously, causing her dark plaits to bounce. Surprising after all these years that Parvati kept her thick dark hair in two braids. Hermione checked her watch again. She hated talking to Parvati and Lavender. It made her feel as if her brain was rotting.
"What's the second bet?" Parvati and Lavender looked at each other then Parvati nodded and leaned so close that Hermione nearly chocked on Parvati's sickly sweet perfume.
"Who's going to do it this year." When Hermione didn't react, both Parvati and Lavender let out a disgusted sound.
"We're sixth years, Hermione," said Lavender, exasperated. "You have to do it sometime, and what better time than sweet sixteen?"
"I'd love to sit and chat some more but I really have to go," said Hermione, sarcastically.
"So are you in?" Both girls looked at Hermione with big, bright eyes. Hermione suddenly felt a smile creep to her face. Who knew? Maybe this would be fun.
"Sure."
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"That's crazy," said Draco, leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head.
"I know!" cried Hermione. The librarian glared at her. Of course Draco could say anything and get away with it. He could probably even run through the library without a shirt on and the librarian would probably thank him. She was hopelessly in love with Draco, much like every other girl in the school.
"But you said you were in?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised. Hermione shrugged.
"I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it kind of sounds like fun." Draco grinned.
"Then you're crazy too," he said. "Granger is barking mad!" Several people looked up and many of the Slytherins smirked. Hermione, rather than burying her bright red face into her hands, looked up and grinned right back.
"I know I'm crazy," said Hermione.
"So, do you have any one in mind going with?" asked Draco, suddenly quiet and leaning forward. Hermione looked at his eyes and realized she couldn't quite look away from those pale blue eyes, darkened into a deep blue by his emotions. It would have been almost creepy had not Draco been so hot.
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Draco held his breath. What would Granger say? Would she tell him she was going with Harry? Or worse, Ron?
"No one yet," said Hermione. Draco silently let out his breathful of air.
"But I have to get the hottest guy at school, then I win the bet."
"What are you guys exactly betting on?" Hermione shrugged.
"Various things. Some girls are giving up some clothing, I think others are putting in money, who ever wins the bets gets all the stuff the other girls put in." Draco whistled softly.
"Nice. You really have to win this." Hermione grinned
"And how am I going to do that?" she asked, crossing her arms looking at him pointedly.
"Easy, go with me." Ooh, sexy...
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Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. He couldn't have possibly just asked her...could he have? Hermione was clutching at her skirt, short again, tightly.
"I'd love to but I can't. We can't. Draco, you can't forget, everyone's going to see us there, someone's bound to tell your dad." Draco's eyes darkened slighty.
"I don't care what he thinks, I can live my life the way I want to," he said, harshly.
"You can't live your life when you're dead," Hermione reminded. Draco grinned up at her, his fair lashes slightly covering his eyes, bright again.
"You know, if it weren't for you, I'd probably would have been killed by my father a hundred times."
"But I really would want to go with you." Draco looked thoughtful.
"Bring someone useless along," he said. Hermoine frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Bring someone like Potter along. That way you can ditch him halfway through the ball and he won't care because you guys are friends." Hermione nodded slightly.
"That could work," she said.
"Of course it will," scoffed Draco. "I thought it up." Before Hermione could roll her eyes, Draco, making sure no one in the library was watching, leaned forward and kissed her very softly and sweetly on the lips.
"Okay then, Granger, I'll see you next week," he said loudly. Then he leaned in close again.
"By the way," he said, a smile playing on his face. "I like your skirt better that way." Hermione blushed red, pleased though she would probably not admit it until late that night, and tugged her black wool skirt down so that it covered more of her exposed thigh.
"Until next time." He saluted her as if he was a soldier and sauntered away with the eyes of every girl in the library on him. Hermione collapsed back into her chair. She couldn't believe she fell for Draco....and she fell for him hard. Be careful hun, make sure you don't hit the bottom.....
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"Um, Hermione?" said Ron. She was trying to get all her books together. She had gotten to the common room late because she had sat there in the library for a while...dreaming of a certain sex god...
"Can I talk to you?"
"Look Ron, is this going to take awhile?" she asked, distractedly. There was her stupid Arthithmancy book. She grabbed it and shoved it into her bookbag.
"Maybe then I'd could speak to you...privately?"
"Sure Ron, but I gotta go, I'm running late." Ron nodded, eagerly.
"Okay then, talk to you later?" Hermione waved over her shoulder as she dashed out of the common room. It was when she was halfway to her class when Ron's words registered in her mind. Talk to her? Privately??? Oh no, thought Hermione. There you go, I told you to be careful... Hermione stopped, causing a random second year to bump into her.
"Sorry," she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. The second year dashed away. Hermione started for the nearest girls bathroom; she couldn't deal with class right now. She turned and went into a completely empty girl's bathroom and turned on the water. She cupped her hands underneath the cool water and splashed her face.
"Who goes there?" cried a shrill voice. Shit, thought Hermione. Of all the bathrooms...she picked the one with....
"Hello Myrtle."
"Hermione?!" Hermione couldn't tell whether Myrtle was outraged or happy to see her. Myrtle blinked from behind her thick glasses and checked behind Hermione.
"Where's Potter?" she asked, sadly.
"Not here, Myrtle. This is a girl's bathroom, remember?" Myrtle sighed and sat down...or floated on the sink next to where Hermione was standing.
"So what are you up to, 'Mione?" asked Myrtle. Hermione shrugged.
"The Yule Ball's coming up."
"Ooooh." Myrtle's gray eyes lighted up then suddenly dulled. "I never got asked...who are you going with?"
"I don't know yet." Hermione wanted to leave but she knew that leaving would probably send Myrtle into tears.
"Any one ask?"
"Draco did, actually." Hermione didn't really mind that Myrtle would know, after all, who would she tell? Myrtle hissed.
"So what are you doing, Hermione? Coming in here to brag to poor ugly Myrtle about all the people who has asked her to the Yule Ball while NO ONE'S ASKED MYRTLE?!" Hermione swore under her breath.
"Myrtle," Hermione said sweetly. "I have to go now, bye." Hermione quickly left and got into her class...just in time to get herself ten points taken off for being late.
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"Harry! You have to do me a favor!" Hermione said, pulling Harry's sweater sleeve and pushing him down forcefully on a seat. She practically sat on his lap, trying to tell Harry everything before Ron came along. She earned a couple of interested grins from some boys passing by and Hermione, disgusted, tried to pull down her skirt a little more.
"What?" Harry asked, surprised. Of course he'd be surprised, he's never been mowed over by Hermione before.
"Take me to the Yule Ball."
"What?"
"Take me to the Yule Ball Harry! I really need you to! Ron's going to ask me and I can't go with him!"
"Why can't you, 'Mione? You went with him last year."
"He asked me in front of everyone, just 'Hey Hermione, let's go to the Yule Ball.' This year it's different Harry. He said, 'Can I speak to you privately?' I can't deal with this Harry!" Hermione must have look extremely crazed because Harry gave in.
"Oh fine, Hermione. But you do know I'm missing a lot of dates because of you." Hermione playfully smacked him and finally got off of him.
"You're a good friend, Harry," she said.
"Maybe too good," Harry muttered, getting himself another good smack.
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Draco watched them from across the room. He suddenly found himself wishing he was Harry, that he was being pinned down by an absolute goddess. Draco sighed and pushed his flaxen hair from his eyes. Pansy started up towards him.
"Draco, I hope you haven't decided what to wear yet because I need you to match me."
"Sorry, Pansy, but haven't you heard? I'm flying solo this time." Pansy looked at him, then smiled.
"You're so funny."
"Talk to you later." Draco stood up, picked up his bookbag, and walked away, thinking so hard he didn't even relish Pansy's stunned face. As he walked by Hermione, he made a hearing spell and whispered into Hermione's ear, "Meet me in the empty classroom 202." And they discreetly met. Draco grinned as the door closed behind them. He put his arms around Hermione and Hermione leaned in close to smell the now familiar Draco smell.
"You never greeted me that enthusiastically."
"So you've been watching me?" Hermione looked at him, an eyebrow cocked with amusement. Whoa, thought Draco. She's getting good, getting good fast. He leaned down and kissed her.
"Don't flatter yourself," he said in a whisper that made Hermione want to scream and jump on Draco.....but then again, don't we all? They were in silence for a few minutes, just content in whispering secrets through their lips and kisses. Finally, Draco broke away.
"So, what are you wearing for the ball?"
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*Ah, I love the Yule Ball! the next chappy will actually be on the Yule ball......but more importantly, on the parties after the ball.....heehee, thanks for reading guys, please R&R!
Author's Notes: Yay! I luv you all who reviewed! I was worried that the chappy four had misled a lot of people (which it did) but just to tell u all, i nvr really meant for that to happen...or maybe I did...oh i don't know! my brains not working right now :) thank you thank you thank you to everyone who reviewed! ah...the yule ball....i luv this time of year....heehee...thanks and big hugs to all of u! *hug* oh, and thanks to Genuine for pointing out that Hermione did leave divination third year rather than fourth, sorry for the mistake :) my brain's not working...
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That time of year was just around the corner, the presents, the mistletoe, the food, the kissing, the stockings... Around this time, the girls at Hogwarts take out their fishnet tights to wear underneath their misleading, innocent robes, added a little more sparkle to their faces, and wear those delicious cashmere sweaters that they splurged all their summer job money on. They want to look as cute and sexy as possible, after all, no one wants to be alone beneath a mistletoe! And the boys...ahhh....the sweet Hogwarts boys always red cheeked from running outside in the cold, wearing those soft sweaters and scarves that their mother had sent them to keep them warm, smelling of fresh air. Around this time more people gather in the common rooms, around a bright fire sipping warm mochas and ciders, and what's extra special about this time of year is that girls and boys start to check each other out...to find someone to go with to the Yule Ball! Christmas is just around the corner and everyone is making sure that they won't be the last one standing without a partner.
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"Hermione, are you in?" asked Parvati.
"In on what?" Hermione discreetly checked her watch. She had to go see Draco again soon and just thinking about it made her feel light headed.
"The sixth year Gryffindor girls have made two bets," said Lavender, sounding surprised that Hermione didn't know. She looked down her nose at Hermione, condescendingly. Dammit, I don't have time for this, thought Hermione.
"What are the bets?" she asked. Parvati and Lavender each grabbed one of Hermione's arms and led her to a sofa and plopped her down, sitting down next to her. Parvati leaned in as if she was about to tell something top secret...well, in Parvati's case it would be.
"The first one is who will snag the biggest biscuit." Hermione's eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. Parvati smoothed her short, wool skirt over her legs and picked an invisible lint ball from the skirt and flicked it.
"Who's going to get the hottest guy to ask them!" squealed Lavender.
"Lavender!" cried Parvati. They both exchanged a look and quieted down.
"No one but the girls know about this," said Lavender, while Parvati nodded vigorously, causing her dark plaits to bounce. Surprising after all these years that Parvati kept her thick dark hair in two braids. Hermione checked her watch again. She hated talking to Parvati and Lavender. It made her feel as if her brain was rotting.
"What's the second bet?" Parvati and Lavender looked at each other then Parvati nodded and leaned so close that Hermione nearly chocked on Parvati's sickly sweet perfume.
"Who's going to do it this year." When Hermione didn't react, both Parvati and Lavender let out a disgusted sound.
"We're sixth years, Hermione," said Lavender, exasperated. "You have to do it sometime, and what better time than sweet sixteen?"
"I'd love to sit and chat some more but I really have to go," said Hermione, sarcastically.
"So are you in?" Both girls looked at Hermione with big, bright eyes. Hermione suddenly felt a smile creep to her face. Who knew? Maybe this would be fun.
"Sure."
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"That's crazy," said Draco, leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head.
"I know!" cried Hermione. The librarian glared at her. Of course Draco could say anything and get away with it. He could probably even run through the library without a shirt on and the librarian would probably thank him. She was hopelessly in love with Draco, much like every other girl in the school.
"But you said you were in?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised. Hermione shrugged.
"I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it kind of sounds like fun." Draco grinned.
"Then you're crazy too," he said. "Granger is barking mad!" Several people looked up and many of the Slytherins smirked. Hermione, rather than burying her bright red face into her hands, looked up and grinned right back.
"I know I'm crazy," said Hermione.
"So, do you have any one in mind going with?" asked Draco, suddenly quiet and leaning forward. Hermione looked at his eyes and realized she couldn't quite look away from those pale blue eyes, darkened into a deep blue by his emotions. It would have been almost creepy had not Draco been so hot.
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Draco held his breath. What would Granger say? Would she tell him she was going with Harry? Or worse, Ron?
"No one yet," said Hermione. Draco silently let out his breathful of air.
"But I have to get the hottest guy at school, then I win the bet."
"What are you guys exactly betting on?" Hermione shrugged.
"Various things. Some girls are giving up some clothing, I think others are putting in money, who ever wins the bets gets all the stuff the other girls put in." Draco whistled softly.
"Nice. You really have to win this." Hermione grinned
"And how am I going to do that?" she asked, crossing her arms looking at him pointedly.
"Easy, go with me." Ooh, sexy...
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Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. He couldn't have possibly just asked her...could he have? Hermione was clutching at her skirt, short again, tightly.
"I'd love to but I can't. We can't. Draco, you can't forget, everyone's going to see us there, someone's bound to tell your dad." Draco's eyes darkened slighty.
"I don't care what he thinks, I can live my life the way I want to," he said, harshly.
"You can't live your life when you're dead," Hermione reminded. Draco grinned up at her, his fair lashes slightly covering his eyes, bright again.
"You know, if it weren't for you, I'd probably would have been killed by my father a hundred times."
"But I really would want to go with you." Draco looked thoughtful.
"Bring someone useless along," he said. Hermoine frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Bring someone like Potter along. That way you can ditch him halfway through the ball and he won't care because you guys are friends." Hermione nodded slightly.
"That could work," she said.
"Of course it will," scoffed Draco. "I thought it up." Before Hermione could roll her eyes, Draco, making sure no one in the library was watching, leaned forward and kissed her very softly and sweetly on the lips.
"Okay then, Granger, I'll see you next week," he said loudly. Then he leaned in close again.
"By the way," he said, a smile playing on his face. "I like your skirt better that way." Hermione blushed red, pleased though she would probably not admit it until late that night, and tugged her black wool skirt down so that it covered more of her exposed thigh.
"Until next time." He saluted her as if he was a soldier and sauntered away with the eyes of every girl in the library on him. Hermione collapsed back into her chair. She couldn't believe she fell for Draco....and she fell for him hard. Be careful hun, make sure you don't hit the bottom.....
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"Um, Hermione?" said Ron. She was trying to get all her books together. She had gotten to the common room late because she had sat there in the library for a while...dreaming of a certain sex god...
"Can I talk to you?"
"Look Ron, is this going to take awhile?" she asked, distractedly. There was her stupid Arthithmancy book. She grabbed it and shoved it into her bookbag.
"Maybe then I'd could speak to you...privately?"
"Sure Ron, but I gotta go, I'm running late." Ron nodded, eagerly.
"Okay then, talk to you later?" Hermione waved over her shoulder as she dashed out of the common room. It was when she was halfway to her class when Ron's words registered in her mind. Talk to her? Privately??? Oh no, thought Hermione. There you go, I told you to be careful... Hermione stopped, causing a random second year to bump into her.
"Sorry," she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. The second year dashed away. Hermione started for the nearest girls bathroom; she couldn't deal with class right now. She turned and went into a completely empty girl's bathroom and turned on the water. She cupped her hands underneath the cool water and splashed her face.
"Who goes there?" cried a shrill voice. Shit, thought Hermione. Of all the bathrooms...she picked the one with....
"Hello Myrtle."
"Hermione?!" Hermione couldn't tell whether Myrtle was outraged or happy to see her. Myrtle blinked from behind her thick glasses and checked behind Hermione.
"Where's Potter?" she asked, sadly.
"Not here, Myrtle. This is a girl's bathroom, remember?" Myrtle sighed and sat down...or floated on the sink next to where Hermione was standing.
"So what are you up to, 'Mione?" asked Myrtle. Hermione shrugged.
"The Yule Ball's coming up."
"Ooooh." Myrtle's gray eyes lighted up then suddenly dulled. "I never got asked...who are you going with?"
"I don't know yet." Hermione wanted to leave but she knew that leaving would probably send Myrtle into tears.
"Any one ask?"
"Draco did, actually." Hermione didn't really mind that Myrtle would know, after all, who would she tell? Myrtle hissed.
"So what are you doing, Hermione? Coming in here to brag to poor ugly Myrtle about all the people who has asked her to the Yule Ball while NO ONE'S ASKED MYRTLE?!" Hermione swore under her breath.
"Myrtle," Hermione said sweetly. "I have to go now, bye." Hermione quickly left and got into her class...just in time to get herself ten points taken off for being late.
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"Harry! You have to do me a favor!" Hermione said, pulling Harry's sweater sleeve and pushing him down forcefully on a seat. She practically sat on his lap, trying to tell Harry everything before Ron came along. She earned a couple of interested grins from some boys passing by and Hermione, disgusted, tried to pull down her skirt a little more.
"What?" Harry asked, surprised. Of course he'd be surprised, he's never been mowed over by Hermione before.
"Take me to the Yule Ball."
"What?"
"Take me to the Yule Ball Harry! I really need you to! Ron's going to ask me and I can't go with him!"
"Why can't you, 'Mione? You went with him last year."
"He asked me in front of everyone, just 'Hey Hermione, let's go to the Yule Ball.' This year it's different Harry. He said, 'Can I speak to you privately?' I can't deal with this Harry!" Hermione must have look extremely crazed because Harry gave in.
"Oh fine, Hermione. But you do know I'm missing a lot of dates because of you." Hermione playfully smacked him and finally got off of him.
"You're a good friend, Harry," she said.
"Maybe too good," Harry muttered, getting himself another good smack.
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Draco watched them from across the room. He suddenly found himself wishing he was Harry, that he was being pinned down by an absolute goddess. Draco sighed and pushed his flaxen hair from his eyes. Pansy started up towards him.
"Draco, I hope you haven't decided what to wear yet because I need you to match me."
"Sorry, Pansy, but haven't you heard? I'm flying solo this time." Pansy looked at him, then smiled.
"You're so funny."
"Talk to you later." Draco stood up, picked up his bookbag, and walked away, thinking so hard he didn't even relish Pansy's stunned face. As he walked by Hermione, he made a hearing spell and whispered into Hermione's ear, "Meet me in the empty classroom 202." And they discreetly met. Draco grinned as the door closed behind them. He put his arms around Hermione and Hermione leaned in close to smell the now familiar Draco smell.
"You never greeted me that enthusiastically."
"So you've been watching me?" Hermione looked at him, an eyebrow cocked with amusement. Whoa, thought Draco. She's getting good, getting good fast. He leaned down and kissed her.
"Don't flatter yourself," he said in a whisper that made Hermione want to scream and jump on Draco.....but then again, don't we all? They were in silence for a few minutes, just content in whispering secrets through their lips and kisses. Finally, Draco broke away.
"So, what are you wearing for the ball?"
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*Ah, I love the Yule Ball! the next chappy will actually be on the Yule ball......but more importantly, on the parties after the ball.....heehee, thanks for reading guys, please R&R!