Wow. Now they have their own little secluded area that only the prefects can be. Sound a little convenient? Well we'll see what happens. What plans they have for the dance…how Hermione is coping with the stress…and maybe a little POV from certain professors.
*Disclaimer ~ I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. In other words the stuff you recognize is JKR's, the crap is mine.*
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Falling Head Over Heels
The Story of Hermione Granger and
Her relationship with Draco Malfoy
By: Befuzzled
Chapter Fifteen ~ Organization Efforts
"Let me sleep, for when I sleep I dream that you are here,
You're mine, and all my fears are left behind.
I float on air, the nighting gale sings gentle lully-byes
So let me close my eyes, and sleep for a chance to dream
So I may see the face I long to touch to kiss;
But only dreams can bring me this.
So let the moon shine softly on the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams, he'll dream of me."
~Kirsten Dunst
"So what was your meeting with Dumbledore about?" Ron asked as Hermione sat down in a winged chair to over look their game of chess.
"He just wanted to let us know what we had to organize, you know, outfits, music, food.." Hermione giggled as Ron's ear immediately perked up. "That and he showed us where the prefect organization room was located."
"Um, Hermione, there is no prefect organization room." Harry had a look of bewilderment on his face. Why had he never heard of it?
"I know, well at least there hasn't been before this year. The professor wanted to give us a place where we could plan the dances and events without being pestered by nosey and noisy students. It's rather lovely actually."
"Oh." Harry and Ron looked at each other wondering where it could be. They had traveled over the school many times under the shadowing eyes of the invisibility cloak. "Where is it?"
"Do you remember the third floor corridor where Fluffy was in first year?" They nodded. "And the trap door he was guarding?"
"Yeah. But what's that have to do with anything? Wait! Are you telling us your little prefect hide-a-way is where the sorcerer's stone was?"
"Yes and no. It doesn't go quiet back that far. It's probably in the place where the devil's snare and the flying keys were. It's been beautifully remodeled. It's bright and cheery covered in the earth tones of all the houses."
"Hermione?" Ron questioned almost hesitantly. "Will we still be privy to all the inside info?"
"As much as you were about the Halloween Ball."
"Hermione!?!" They both complained. "That was hardly any information at all."
"Well, would you prefer if I told you what kind of robes to get before everyone else?"
They nodded excitedly. "Yes, that would be wicked."
"I don't know about you too sometimes. Well I have to get some sleep, it's already past midnight."
~*~
"Granger." Draco was waiting for Hermione outside the Great hall after breakfast the next day.
After reassuring Ron and Harry that she could take care of herself, Hermione spun around recognizing the precise, waste-less, command. "What do you want, Malfoy?" She said this angrily and with a ton of sarcasm.
"Hmph. I see we're back to 'Malfoy'."
"Hey don't 'hmph' me, you called me 'Granger' first."
"I thought you liked it when I called you 'Granger'."
"Compared to some things, but I do have a given first name." They started walking, not really paying attention to where they were going.
"I wonder what it is…is it Belle, Beauty, Captivating, Wonderful, Marvelous, Gorgeous?" He paused for a second of his rant, looking into her sparkling brown eyes, taking in the pink of her blushing cheeks, and the indent created by her biting the inside of her lip. "Mine?"
Hermione was shocked. ~Did he just say what I think he said? Am I reading into this to much? Hey, who does he think he is? I am nobody's property~
"You were really close on the last one. You just Forgot a few letters. My name is not spelled M-I-N-E, its H-E-R-m-i-O-n-e. But you got about half of it right."
He laughed, "I was just distracting Potter and Weasel. Don't you ever stop using that brain of yours."
"Yes, like when we were walking. Where are we?" They both looked around trying to find something familiar. Draco shrugged as if to say he didn't know. Hermione thought she saw a door she knew – old wooden door, with dirty metallic fixtures.
Draco was already there, struggling to push and pull the locked door open. "Oh, move over," she said nudging him out of the way. ~ This seems strangely familiar. "Alhamora". She looked at him with a knowing eye. "Standard book of spells – chapter seven," she added as an after thought.
"Huh?"
"Inside joke. I know where were at now." She pushed the door open, revealing an empty room, with a single door. A trap door.
"Hey we're on the third floor!"
"Wow, you catch on fast. Do you want to go in and see if we can get some work started? Or do you have some where deathly important to be?"
"Well there was this one thing, but it can wait."
"Okay, have fun. I'll be in the library." She waved and started walking off. Draco reached out and grabbed her forearm.
"What? You aren't going to help me Granger?"
"I was, but if the name is still 'Granger', I think I might go have some fun."
"Okay. Hermione, are you going to help me? Or do you trust the Slytherin to mess up the ball by himself?"
"Oh I never thought of that. I guess I have to stay. Hannah and Terry would kill me if they found out I let you be in charge of this assignment." She pulled him on to the door in the floor. "Shrug."
They gracefully landed twenty-five feet underneath the third floor.
"What did McGonagall say that meant again?"
"Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and ultimately Gryffindor."
"Haha. The Gryffindor has a sense of humor."
"I know."
They took a seat in their colored specified chairs around the curvy glass table. "Where do you think we should start?"
"Hum? Well we have a lot of work to do, some we can all do together but most of it would just be easier done with just one or two people. So I guess we could divide the duties. How does that sound?"
"Like a plan. So what are the categories? And do you want me to take notes?"
"Yes, taking notes would be a good idea, then we could make chart of whose doing what, due dates, and other stuff on a giant chalkboard so we can see what we still have to do."
Draco had gone over to his desk and pulled out pieces of parchment and was already taking notes. "Let's just start with major categories and then we can divide those into sub categories to make our lives easier."
"Okay well there is FOOD, ATTIRE, MUSIC, DECORATIONS, and DATES, I guess. Did Dumbledore every mention who every one was supposed to take?"
"All I remember him saying was that this was not about the houses uniting, just friends becoming better friends. So I guess that means whoever can take whoever."
"Okay, I guess I get that."
"Did he say to plan the feast or just the food for the dance?"
"He didn't say either. I say we just plan the party food for now and we'll ask him about the feast."
"Okay."
"Subcategories, are you ready Draco?" She didn't really wait for an answer but started rattling off sections to fit under everything. After about an hour they had finished taking notes and were making the board when McGonagall popped into the room.
"Oh there you are Miss Granger. Mister Weasley and Mister Potter had said you disappeared over an hour ago and didn't know where you went."
"Oh crap!" she said more to herself than anything. "I never did tell them where I went. I'm so sorry Professor; I guess I just wasn't thinking. Is anything wrong?"
"I don't think anything serious. They just wanted to make sure you were safe. They kept mumbling things about 'if Malfoy did anything to her' and 'I'll curse him into the next century'."
Hermione gave a concerned glance at Draco. He didn't look phased at all. "I'm sorry, they're like over protective big brothers."
"I understand. How are the preparations coming along for the ball?"
Draco handed her the sheet of notes he had taken in his neat, and perfect scrawl. "Wow this is a great start. How long did it take for you do organize this?"
"Hermione and I just started working on it about an hour before you walked in. We were going to make a chart out of it."
"Marvelous. I suppose there aren't any problems?"
"Not really."
Malfoy interrupted, "Hermione have you already forgotten about the feast?" Hermione blushed in her embarrassment. "Professor we weren't sure if you wanted us to plan the food for the feast, the dance or both."
"Just the dance Mister Malfoy."
"Good that makes things a lot easier."
"Yes. Well I'll let you too get back to work. Shall I notify Potter and Weasley that you are well?"
The question was directed at Hermione but she just nodded a reply so Draco took the opportunity to talk. "I never knew they cared so much. Of course you may tell them I am well. And thank them for their concern."
McGonagall scowled at Draco as she moved back under the door. "Gurhs."
They weren't disturbed again. The chart was finished just before lunch:
Food (Two Weeks): Drinks -Terry
Snacks -Draco
Attire (One Week): Girls -Hannah and Hermione
Boys -Draco and Terry (Hermione)
Music(Two and Half): Muggle -Hermione and Terry
Wizard -Hannah and Draco
Décor (Three Weeks): Colors -Everyone
Trees -Hannah
Gardens -Hermione
Candles -Draco
Set Up -Terry
They collapsed in front of the fire on the couch, tired from working all morning. "Uh, Draco? What if Hannah and Terry don't like our plan?"
"Abbot and Boot can shove it up their arse for all I care. They could have made their own plan if they were so concerned. But I really don't think they'll care, all they have to do now is their part and we'll be in perfect shape, even done early."
"Okay, if you're sure. Are you going to lunch?"
"No I'm not really that hungry."
"Me neither, but I am tired maybe I should go lay down back in my room."
"No you don't have to go anywhere you can have the couch. There're plenty of pillows to choose from and I'll even let you use my blanket if you're cold."
Hermione laid down placing her head in his lap. "No that's okay I'm not really cold, the fire is keeping me warm and you'll do just fine as a pillow."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh-huh." She was already nodding off.
"Accio journal." Draco wrote down the events of the day in his journal, not leaving out any of his thought or feelings. Her consistent steady breathing was lulling him into a trance. He too was soon asleep with his head resting on the arm of the couch, his hand resting on her shoulder, and his lap supporting her head.
There was a small pop and a tall man was in their room. He immediately went over to the chalkboard and looked at their progress in amazement. He had yet to notice the sleeping children. He glanced at the worktable noticing the parchment and quills spread across them. He glanced hurriedly around the room, spotting a clump of rich white blond hair. He smiled noticing the curly brown haired girl asleep in his lap, scrunched up close to him.
He left soon after, not wanting to disturb them.
Hermione woke with a start and in the process woke Draco. "I know what the color theme has to be."
"Huh color theme? What are you talking about?"
"The dance, Draco, the dance."
"Okay, what do the colors have to be?"
"Silver and gold."
'Why?"
'I heard this poem while visiting in America: Make New friends, but keep the old. One is silver the other is gold. Do you get it? Oh I need my note book I have so many thoughts running through my head."
"Accio notebook, Accio quill."
"Thanks Draco." For the next ten minutes the only sound heard was the scratching of the quill against the paper. She was so excited that she hardly noticed Draco starring at her. She kissed the paper in triumph.
"You even do work in your sleep. Hermione, your amazing."
"No I don't. I just woke up and the wave of creativity and understanding washed over me." She handed him the paper, "So what do you think?"
COLOR SCHEME: silver and gold.
TREES: mixture of gold and silver bulbs.
ENTRANCE: doorways need alternating strands of gold and silver
beads hung over them that part as people walk through.
TABLES AND WALLS: Chains of silver and gold need to line the
tables and walls. (Friendship chains)
PROFESSORS: silver and gold robes
STUDENTS: can wear whatever they want (dress robes or muggle gowns and suits)"Hermione, it's wonderful and you've just eliminated two of the four categories."
"That's if Hannah and Terry like it."
"Screw them. Majority wins."
"Draco there is no majority in an even number."
"Minor Technicalities. This is what we have to do. I can feel it, we have to."
"Okay but can we still ask them? I want to appear to be fair."
"Yeah we can ask them, but if they say no, I get to yell at them."
"If you really want to."
They left a note with their ideas, THE idea as Draco had put it. They walked together towards the Great Hall but half way there they ran into Harry and Ron.
"Hermione, where have you been all day?" Ron interrogated as he pulled her away from the Slytherin.
"No where. We've just been trying to organize the ball. What's wrong."
"Nothing, nothing."
"Well I have to go, Granger." He moved over to her ear to whisper, "Your ideas are lovely just like you Mina." He's lips brushed her ear and after a glare at Weasley and Potter he left.
"Mina? Where did that come from? Nobody's ever called me that before." Ron and Draco were still starring daggers off in the direction Draco left. "Come on guys let's go. I want to see Harry beat you in a game of chess."
Ron sounded offended, "Like that would ever happen."
"Prove me wrong."
~*~
Terry and Hannah came up to Hermione during lunch. "Gee, Hermione, we weren't really sure about those ideas, I just don't think they'll work…" Hermione's face dropped. Draco had convinced her that they would accept her idea and now they were bashing it. "Oh goodness Hermione don't look so sad we're just kidding. I love you thinking. It will be so beautiful."
Hermione sprang back. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes and how about letting me and Hannah handling the food since you and Malfoy have already done so much. We'll do most of the music too, but I'm sure you'll want to include you opinion."
"That would be great."
"You know I think we'll have our ideas together by next week, so I'll make arrangements to meet with Professor Dumbledore."
"Thanks Hannah, you too Terry."
"No not us. Hermione you. This is like the second dance you've planned."
Hermione blushed. "Maybe but I've had help."
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Okay I don't want to go into too many details about the dance don't want to ruin the next few chapters. You know what I mean. Next chapter will be about finding dates and their meeting with Dumbledore
