Author's note: I suppose a lot of you guys get a cookie ;) I know I haven't been writing *cowers* I've had 8 exams to study for! Eight!!!! They're killing us!!!!! Ok, well the important thing is that I finally wrote. Here comes chapter 2. ~Nickzchick

Chapter 2

Draco and Hermione were in mid-argument when the spell hit them. It was like being hit with an arrow from a cupid with an extremely twisted sense of humor.

"Well, I suppose we could let the Serenading Glooms sing at the ball if you really wanted to Malfoy," Hermione relented, her eyes glowing in admiration. Quickly catching herself, she added, "of course, it's only to add to the mystery and gloom of a traditional muggle Halloween."

"No, no, I insist that we follow your suggestion," Malfoy said, not being as quick on his feet and unable to suppress the love struck expression on his face. "Anything for my angel," he added under his breath.

"Well then, it's settled, we can leave," confirmed Hermione. "Unless… you want to stay a bit longer, just to talk and stuff."

"Of course," replied Malfoy. Boldly, he grasped her hand in his own. Not even realizing what he was doing, he dramatically dusted the floor with a handkerchief before bending down on one knee. "Hermione," he said, looking into her eyes. "I know we're young, but I just realized that I love you with all my heart. Will you make the happiest boy in Hogwarts? Will you marry me?"

Hermione giggled euphorically, ignored the voice of reason in the back of her head, and gave him a straight reply. "Yes, Draco, can I call you Draco now? (Malfoy nodded fervently at this). Of course I will, I'd be more than happy to."

"Oh no, but I have to get back to bed now," exclaimed Hermione, still obliging to her rule-abiding propensities.

"Would you mind if I walk you up?" asked Malfoy, offering his arm.

"Not at all," giggled the oddly love struck Hermione.

They were floating through the halls, on their way to the Gryffindor common room, glowing with their strange and newfound love when two very freckly figures slammed into them.

"Ow, watch where you're going Weasley!" snapped Malfoy, reverting to his usual malevolent manner and annoyed that his time alone with Hermione was cut short.

"Fred? George?" asked Hermione, staring in amazement at their blindly groping hands.

"So sorry Hermione," Fred said. "Can't seem to see where I'm going. Who's that git with you eh?"

"He's not a git," she defended vehemently.

"Sounds to me like that ferret Malfoy," speculated George, still twisting around, trying to spot the obstacle that had blocked his path.

"Is something wrong?" asked Hermione, conveniently changing the subject.

"Where are all the torches? I never remembered it being this dark," commented Fred, groping along the walls before accidentally slamming into a suit of armor.

"Watch where you're going will you?" yelled the suit, angered at the sudden jolt.

While Fred and George were busy arguing with the suit of armor, Hermione and Draco secretly sneaked off towards the portrait hole.

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Harry and Ron, dirty and tired to the bone, stumbled into the Gryffindor common room and looked suspiciously at the redheaded girl sitting on the sofa. They walked towards her and saw that she was in fact the person they were looking for.

"SOMEBODY," said Ron in an exceptionally loud and accusatory voice, "skipped Quidditch practice. And seeing that this was a very IMPORTANT practice, I think that the captain should place her as a VERY LAST reserve chaser for the next game," he finished, emphasizing his words to add to the point.

"I was busy," said Ginny nonchalantly, glaring at her brother. "I have other things on my mind besides Quidditch."

"Quidditch is a commitment," said Harry, looking rather foreboding. "Missing practice should only be a result of the most extreme cases."

"This is extreme!" argued a frustrated Ginny.

"Seamus Finnigan breaking up with you is not extreme," muttered Ron.

Ginny gasped. "How'd you know?"

"He told us," shrugged Ron. "The point is that you missed Quidditch practice and since you already hold only a reserve position, you could be kicked off the team!"

"HE TOLD YOU?!" shrieked Ginny, disregarding the last part of Ron's statement.

"Sure," said Harry, not seeing what she was so upset about. "It doesn't give you an excuse to cut practice."

"Both of you are so obsessed with Quidditch!" screamed Ginny tearfully. "You should never stop playing it!" and with that her eyes glowed a ferocious yellow and she sunk back into the sofa crying.

Harry and Ron decided that she needed some time to herself and proceeded to stealthily crawl back out of the portrait hole, where they were met by an uncomfortable sight.

Hermione and Draco were openly snogging in front of the portrait hole. The fat lady had already fainted in disgust and Ron was likewise feeling his stomach catapult. Harry however spotted a fleck of gold on Hermione's wrist, given off by her wristwatch.

"The Snitch!" he screamed and lunged and Hermione's hand, which was firmly embedded in Draco's hair.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" yelled Draco and Ron at the same time.

"GET OFF, HARRY!" yelled Hermione.

"THE SNITCH!" yelled Harry.

Harry had latched himself onto Hermione's wrist and was pulling it towards him. Malfoy had grabbed her other wrist and was trying to pull her back. Ron was busy trying to choke Malfoy.

"Geroff her Malfoy," Ron growled, choking him enough to loosen his grip on Hermione.

"The snitch!" Harry hollered again, after Hermione was pulled away from Malfoy. "We've won, we've won, we've won!"

Hermione unlatched her watch and freed her hand from Harry's grip. "Draco!" she cried in an anguished voice. Taking out her wand she pointed it at Ron and muttered an incantation. A round glowing ball pelted at him.

"You won't score this time you dirty Slytherins!" Ron yelled, suddenly letting go of Malfoy and reaching out to catch Hermione's spell.

Unfortunately for him, catching a spell with bare hands rarely worked, and this time was no exception. Ron's eyes glazed over and he stood still as a statue, staring into space.

Drawn by the unusually loud ruckus the students had created in the hallway, Professor McGonagall arrived at the scene.

"What's going on here?" she inquired, surveying the scene with a suspicious eye.

A/N: Ok, I'm done. That was kinda short wasn't it? Oh well. The point is that I'm done. Please review!!!