Disclaimer: Again...I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling, but I do own this fanfic...so
please don't sue!
dkg: hey! glad you enjoyed the first chapter! well...i ain't revealing anything yet...so just keep on reading!
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The next morning during breakfast, the owl post arrived, carrying the students timetables.
"Oh come on! You've got to be kidding! Double Potions with Slytherin AGAIN!" Ron complained. Hermione
began to look over her timetable; Defense Against Dark Arts with just the Gryffindors, Astronomy with Ravenclaw, and
double potions with Slytherin.
'Not bad,' she thought. She glanced over at Ron and Harry's timetable, which were both the same. She had all
her classes with Ron and Harry, except that she took astronomy instead of that useless Divination class, which Ron
and Harry both had with Hufflepuff. They continued breakfast then headed down to their Defense Against Dark Arts
class. This year, Professor Lupin had returned, much to the excitment of the majority of the students. The Gryffindor's
took their seats, happily awaiting the beginning of class.
"Good morning class!" Professor Remus Lupin greeted enthusiastically, "It feels so good to be back here at
Hogwarts! Ah...I remember some faces! Ms. Parvati Patil...how is your sister Padma doing? And Mr. Neville
Longbottom!"
He crossed over to where Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
"My, my...Mr. Ronald Weasley...you've certainly grown since I've last seen you! And Miss Granger, haven't
changed a bit; still as pretty and smart as you were before!" He paused then continued, "Mr. Harry Potter, well, it's
been quite some time huh?" He bent over, and lowered his voice, "Sirius sent this to me, to pass on to you." He
handed Harry a thick letter, then walked to the front of the class.
"Well class, today we'll be working on something a little difficult for the first day, but I'm positive this class
will be able to handle it! We'll start this term with hexes. Now you might be thinking, 'Hexes? We learned that years
ago!' Yes, you may have worked on them, but these type of hexes, are illegal ones, used by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-
Named, and his followers."
He continued talking, the whole class hanging on every word. When the bell had rung, the class groaned
not wanting to leave. He didn't give them any homework, but instructed them to glance at a few pages in their
textbooks.
By dinner time, the only homework received was from none other than Snape's class. They had begun
studying stronger antidotes for poison, and Snape had given them about a hundred pages to read, plus a 5 page
essay on antidotes, and their origins, to be handed in by the end of that week.
Once back in the Prefects common room, Harry and Hermione began to plan the Yule Ball, with the help
and of Ron. Hermione took notes, in her neat cursive writing, as she listened to the different decoration and theme
suggestions given by Harry and Ron. By midnight, they had come up with many great ideas for themes, and each
said goodnight, before heading to their proper rooms. Now that Hermione and Harry had become Head Girl and Boy,
they each had their own bedroom on the 3rd floor of the Prefects house. Ron had his own bedroom too, but on the
second floor. Sharing the second floor with him was the Hufflepuff Prefect, Justin Finch-Fletchley. On the first floor,
just above the common room was where Blaise Zabini and Lisa Turpin each had their own bedrooms.
Hermione opened the door to her red and gold decorated room, and plumped onto her large, feather bed.
Crookshanks imediatly jumped into her lap, and purred. She stroked his fur, subconciously as her mind drifted to
Viktor Krum. She remembered the first day she meet him, and how annoyed at him she was, because he always
spent his time at the library, where his fan club of squeeling girls would be. She never had peace and quiet during
those times, but when he had asked her to go to the ball with him, she couldn't resist. He was one of those tall,
dark, handsome type guys, who at the same time, was very mysterious. Although he was four years older than
her, she still felt like he was the one who really knew how to treat her right. When he invited her to Bulgaria,
she was unsure at first, but soon accepted once he had invited Ron and Harry as well. That summer, she
remembered Viktor teaching Ron and Harry new tricks. It was those little lessons that got Ron onto the quidditch
team. She remembered the long walks with him, just the two of them, in his garden. They would talk for hours, over
everything, quidditch games, school, hobbies, anything. Then when she went back, she missed him so much, and
yet she knew that they couldn't continue this relationship. She wrote to him, explaining how hard it would be, and
apologizing. She felt terrible, but he took it well, and agreed, so long as they would remain close friends, and
write to each other. It had been only two years, and she still wrote to him, but missed him dearly. She sighed,
then picked up Crookshanks, and placed him on the floor. She went under her covers, and closed her eyes, falling
into a deep sleep.
By morning, Hermione had awaken with new spirit, as today was the day that she and Harry would finalize
the Yule Ball plans with Professor McGonagall. She took a shower in the Prefects bathroom, and then slipped into
a cute knee-length black skirt, and a white blouse. She put on her Gryffindor robe, and headed out to meet Harry.
"You got the notes?" Harry asked, coming out from his room. She nodded, and together they headed out
to McGonagall's office. They presented their ideas to the Professor, and waited her verdict.
"Very well Potter, Granger. This presentation was very well organised, and I'm glad to see that you two
are taking your jobs seriously. I'm accepting this idea, and now, you must go over this with your fellow Prefects,
then after you've all agreed, it's on the the student body, and see if the majority are in your favour." She explained.
Harry and Hermione nodded, and with a quick goodbye, they called on a Prefects meeting. Once all the Prefects
had assembled in the common room, Harry spoke up.
"As you all know, we are planing the Yule Ball. Professor McGonagall has agreed to our idea, and now
we need your approval," he said, looking at his colleuges. They nodded and listened, except for Blaise who was
examining her fingernails, looking extremely bored. Hermione noticed this, and so did Harry, but they both
ignored it. The Prefect council agreed of the idea, and they settled on a date to inform the rest of the student body.
Days passed, with nothing unsual going on. Classes were all going on normally (well, it depends on how one
defines 'normal' at Hogwarts!), and other than Malfoy's predictable insults, everyone was quite happy. Just before the
Halloween feast began, Harry and Hermione got up in front of everyone and told them of their plans for the Yule Ball.
"It will be dercorated with the traditional Red and Green with touches of the colours of the four houses," Harry
started. He looked at Hermione, who then continued.
"We have ideas for themes, but we need you to vote. One is that we make this a classy ball, where we dress
not in our robes, but in formal wear, meaning dresses for the girls, and suits for the boys," she stopped, and surveyed
the crowd. She noticed many of the Hufflepuff girls, whispering and smiling at this idea, along with many Ravenclaws
and Gryffindors.
"Also, we've decided on just casual wear, anything from jeans and a t-shirt to school robes," she saw many
sour faces from everyone, including the Slytherins, and concluded that maybe that wasn't the best idea.
"Or, we can make this a costume night. You can dress up as your favourite witch or wizard actor, or singer,
or quidditch player. For each idea, we'll be handing our a few prizes to best dressed singles, and best dressed couples.
So? What do we all think?" She asked. The whole Great Hall errupted into loud chatter, and people yelling their vote.
Harry and Hermione turned and smiled to each other. Professory Dumbledore held up his hand, and silence instanly
followed.
"Raise you hand if you wish for a classy, formal ball," Harry said. A group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls
raised their hands.
"37," Harry whispered to Hermione, who wrote it down.
"And those in favour for a casual ball?" Harry continued. A few Slytherins raised their hands.
"14, and how about those in favour for the costume ball?" Harry went on. Nearly the whole school raised
their hands, including Malfoy and his crew.
"Wow," Hermione muttered, "That's 339 students!"
"Well then! That's settled, costume ball it is! Your head teacher will be giving you each more information later
on this week, so you can all start on your costumes!" Harry announced. They took their seats, as the plats filled with
many scrumptious meals, and desserts.
' A costume ball huh?' Malfoy thought to himself, ' Hmm, then I'm guessing Granger will win for best mudblood
costume!' He laughed silently at his own joke as he stared at the brown haired girl sitting at the Gryffindor table.
please don't sue!
dkg: hey! glad you enjoyed the first chapter! well...i ain't revealing anything yet...so just keep on reading!
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The next morning during breakfast, the owl post arrived, carrying the students timetables.
"Oh come on! You've got to be kidding! Double Potions with Slytherin AGAIN!" Ron complained. Hermione
began to look over her timetable; Defense Against Dark Arts with just the Gryffindors, Astronomy with Ravenclaw, and
double potions with Slytherin.
'Not bad,' she thought. She glanced over at Ron and Harry's timetable, which were both the same. She had all
her classes with Ron and Harry, except that she took astronomy instead of that useless Divination class, which Ron
and Harry both had with Hufflepuff. They continued breakfast then headed down to their Defense Against Dark Arts
class. This year, Professor Lupin had returned, much to the excitment of the majority of the students. The Gryffindor's
took their seats, happily awaiting the beginning of class.
"Good morning class!" Professor Remus Lupin greeted enthusiastically, "It feels so good to be back here at
Hogwarts! Ah...I remember some faces! Ms. Parvati Patil...how is your sister Padma doing? And Mr. Neville
Longbottom!"
He crossed over to where Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
"My, my...Mr. Ronald Weasley...you've certainly grown since I've last seen you! And Miss Granger, haven't
changed a bit; still as pretty and smart as you were before!" He paused then continued, "Mr. Harry Potter, well, it's
been quite some time huh?" He bent over, and lowered his voice, "Sirius sent this to me, to pass on to you." He
handed Harry a thick letter, then walked to the front of the class.
"Well class, today we'll be working on something a little difficult for the first day, but I'm positive this class
will be able to handle it! We'll start this term with hexes. Now you might be thinking, 'Hexes? We learned that years
ago!' Yes, you may have worked on them, but these type of hexes, are illegal ones, used by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-
Named, and his followers."
He continued talking, the whole class hanging on every word. When the bell had rung, the class groaned
not wanting to leave. He didn't give them any homework, but instructed them to glance at a few pages in their
textbooks.
By dinner time, the only homework received was from none other than Snape's class. They had begun
studying stronger antidotes for poison, and Snape had given them about a hundred pages to read, plus a 5 page
essay on antidotes, and their origins, to be handed in by the end of that week.
Once back in the Prefects common room, Harry and Hermione began to plan the Yule Ball, with the help
and of Ron. Hermione took notes, in her neat cursive writing, as she listened to the different decoration and theme
suggestions given by Harry and Ron. By midnight, they had come up with many great ideas for themes, and each
said goodnight, before heading to their proper rooms. Now that Hermione and Harry had become Head Girl and Boy,
they each had their own bedroom on the 3rd floor of the Prefects house. Ron had his own bedroom too, but on the
second floor. Sharing the second floor with him was the Hufflepuff Prefect, Justin Finch-Fletchley. On the first floor,
just above the common room was where Blaise Zabini and Lisa Turpin each had their own bedrooms.
Hermione opened the door to her red and gold decorated room, and plumped onto her large, feather bed.
Crookshanks imediatly jumped into her lap, and purred. She stroked his fur, subconciously as her mind drifted to
Viktor Krum. She remembered the first day she meet him, and how annoyed at him she was, because he always
spent his time at the library, where his fan club of squeeling girls would be. She never had peace and quiet during
those times, but when he had asked her to go to the ball with him, she couldn't resist. He was one of those tall,
dark, handsome type guys, who at the same time, was very mysterious. Although he was four years older than
her, she still felt like he was the one who really knew how to treat her right. When he invited her to Bulgaria,
she was unsure at first, but soon accepted once he had invited Ron and Harry as well. That summer, she
remembered Viktor teaching Ron and Harry new tricks. It was those little lessons that got Ron onto the quidditch
team. She remembered the long walks with him, just the two of them, in his garden. They would talk for hours, over
everything, quidditch games, school, hobbies, anything. Then when she went back, she missed him so much, and
yet she knew that they couldn't continue this relationship. She wrote to him, explaining how hard it would be, and
apologizing. She felt terrible, but he took it well, and agreed, so long as they would remain close friends, and
write to each other. It had been only two years, and she still wrote to him, but missed him dearly. She sighed,
then picked up Crookshanks, and placed him on the floor. She went under her covers, and closed her eyes, falling
into a deep sleep.
By morning, Hermione had awaken with new spirit, as today was the day that she and Harry would finalize
the Yule Ball plans with Professor McGonagall. She took a shower in the Prefects bathroom, and then slipped into
a cute knee-length black skirt, and a white blouse. She put on her Gryffindor robe, and headed out to meet Harry.
"You got the notes?" Harry asked, coming out from his room. She nodded, and together they headed out
to McGonagall's office. They presented their ideas to the Professor, and waited her verdict.
"Very well Potter, Granger. This presentation was very well organised, and I'm glad to see that you two
are taking your jobs seriously. I'm accepting this idea, and now, you must go over this with your fellow Prefects,
then after you've all agreed, it's on the the student body, and see if the majority are in your favour." She explained.
Harry and Hermione nodded, and with a quick goodbye, they called on a Prefects meeting. Once all the Prefects
had assembled in the common room, Harry spoke up.
"As you all know, we are planing the Yule Ball. Professor McGonagall has agreed to our idea, and now
we need your approval," he said, looking at his colleuges. They nodded and listened, except for Blaise who was
examining her fingernails, looking extremely bored. Hermione noticed this, and so did Harry, but they both
ignored it. The Prefect council agreed of the idea, and they settled on a date to inform the rest of the student body.
Days passed, with nothing unsual going on. Classes were all going on normally (well, it depends on how one
defines 'normal' at Hogwarts!), and other than Malfoy's predictable insults, everyone was quite happy. Just before the
Halloween feast began, Harry and Hermione got up in front of everyone and told them of their plans for the Yule Ball.
"It will be dercorated with the traditional Red and Green with touches of the colours of the four houses," Harry
started. He looked at Hermione, who then continued.
"We have ideas for themes, but we need you to vote. One is that we make this a classy ball, where we dress
not in our robes, but in formal wear, meaning dresses for the girls, and suits for the boys," she stopped, and surveyed
the crowd. She noticed many of the Hufflepuff girls, whispering and smiling at this idea, along with many Ravenclaws
and Gryffindors.
"Also, we've decided on just casual wear, anything from jeans and a t-shirt to school robes," she saw many
sour faces from everyone, including the Slytherins, and concluded that maybe that wasn't the best idea.
"Or, we can make this a costume night. You can dress up as your favourite witch or wizard actor, or singer,
or quidditch player. For each idea, we'll be handing our a few prizes to best dressed singles, and best dressed couples.
So? What do we all think?" She asked. The whole Great Hall errupted into loud chatter, and people yelling their vote.
Harry and Hermione turned and smiled to each other. Professory Dumbledore held up his hand, and silence instanly
followed.
"Raise you hand if you wish for a classy, formal ball," Harry said. A group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls
raised their hands.
"37," Harry whispered to Hermione, who wrote it down.
"And those in favour for a casual ball?" Harry continued. A few Slytherins raised their hands.
"14, and how about those in favour for the costume ball?" Harry went on. Nearly the whole school raised
their hands, including Malfoy and his crew.
"Wow," Hermione muttered, "That's 339 students!"
"Well then! That's settled, costume ball it is! Your head teacher will be giving you each more information later
on this week, so you can all start on your costumes!" Harry announced. They took their seats, as the plats filled with
many scrumptious meals, and desserts.
' A costume ball huh?' Malfoy thought to himself, ' Hmm, then I'm guessing Granger will win for best mudblood
costume!' He laughed silently at his own joke as he stared at the brown haired girl sitting at the Gryffindor table.