*new update* having trouble, I can write scenes but I cant rewrite them, but I'm working on it; in other news, yahoo is being all bitchy and telling me I have too much mail, so I deleted almost all my old mails and from now on my ff name is mikamiire@yahoo.com, dammit, I keep trying to get ff to accept that but it wont, it keeps saying my mail is explodingplant, quite perturbing

Hmmm, writers block, I can't think of anything without a setting…grumble grumble

Blast

Ok, I'll write anyways and pretend they're in the library, hell that's probably we're it'll end up

Ack

these two are off and on more than ross and Rachel *shakes head

Draco, along with the other prefects, which included Hermione, was informed of news about the upcoming ball. Its name had been decided by Maude, tired of waiting for the future Head Boy and Girl to make it up. Snowball. Draco didn't know if he had ever heard a stupider name. Either way, he didn't care. He had been in sour mood of late. Pansy running around with that loser, and Hermione treating him like cold air. He didn't care. He was threw with Hogwarts women, and wished he had been sent to Durmstrang. But wishing that made him feel more defeated, so he just refused to think about the matter as a whole.

He sat in the library, arms crossed, and wearing an annoyed pout as the prefects were being lectured. Hermione was on the other side of the room; not that he noticed. He stared at Maude, not really seeing her, but thinking about his father.

Maude had been talking for an hour now. A Hufflepuff prefect's head was drooped on her friend's shoulder. Her friend, a Ravenclaw, was trying vainly to listen, though he kept suddenly stirring, staring, and then slowly drifting back into his dumb daze.

"Ok?" asked Maude. She looked at the prefects and her face fell slightly. "Hey!" she shouted. Everyone jumped. She sighed with disgust. "Dismissed."

Everyone got up, but she stopped Hermione and Draco. "You two," she said, picking up her things. They didn't seem eager to listen, but were edging slowly towards the door, Draco least of all, prepared to give Hermione the first way out. But then he thought to himself and decided he should leave first, it was more proper for him to get first dibs after all.

"I want you two to help Adam and me to prepare the ball."

"Sure," Hermione humored, taking a step to the door.

"Whatever," muttered Draco darkly.

"Hey!" she snapped again. They stopped trying to leave. "What's the matter with you two?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," Hermione said, giving Draco a curt, cruel look.

Maude cleared her throat, aware of the tension between the two. "You two," she repeated. "You better fix whatever it is." Hermione's thought drifted slightly to Professor McGonagall's words, but quickly came back to the present. "Because I will not do this project alone!"

"You've got Adam," reasoned Draco.

"Shut up," she growled, not listening. "Fix it or leave it, I don't care! But you two are helping me and Adam prepare this ball, I don't care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.  Or perhaps I could ask Professor Dumbledore to assign a new Head Boy and Head Girl."

          "No!"

"I've lived up to my responsibilities.  You're Head Girl now, and I will be later.?" Hermione said, a little more testy than usual.

Maude put her hand close to Hermione's face and snapped her fingers. The two sixth years stared at her, taken back. "Do you think I care?" Maude said, and signs of stress were obvious in her voice. She turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

Hermione stared after her, and, throwing Draco a dark look, turned to leave as well.

Draco laughed lightly at how angry Hermione looked. She turned and glared at him. "What?"

"Nothing," he said, pushing her aside as he made for the door. Hermione was certainly in an ill mood. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, trying to leave first. "Hey!" he said, grabbing her arm.

"Let go of me!" she snapped, trying to slap him, but he ducked and grabbed her other arm. She kicked and hit his leg, but he turned her forcefully and pushed her behind him. He made for the door again and Hermione, giving an angry gasp, ran in front of him and kicked him in the stomach.

Draco fell back, hitting the floor. And on instinct, she ran out the door and down the hallway. But it wasn't a second till she heard Draco's footsteps behind her and he tried to grab her arm, but she gave a spurt of speed and ran ahead of him. She heard him call from behind her, "You!" with such anger and spite that she turned to face him. Mistake. He caught up to her in no time. And, to make sure she didn't run, he half tackled her; jumping in the air with his arm outstretched which caught her neck and brought them both crashing to the floor. She gave a loud shriek and tried to get up, stepping on his robes and falling back down before she could balance. "What the hell are you doing?" asked Draco.

"What the hell are YOU doing?"

He tried to get up but a swift kick from her brought him back down. Now he on his hands and knees, over her legs, and she was lying down, though she was pushing off the floor with her hands.

"What on earth?" they heard an adult voice say, and they both looked up. Professor Flitwick was coming out of his classroom, his eyes wide at the sight in front of him. "What is going on here?"

"Er, Professor," Hermione started.

"An accident," Draco said," getting up. "Nothing more." He strode away, Professor Flitwick surveying him wearily.

Hermione left in the same direction as Draco, only when she was sure she wouldn't run into him. But she did bump into a Slytherin.

"Watch it, Granger," hissed Pansy Parkinson.

"Huh?" Hermione looked at the girl in front of her, tutted, and moved to step aside her but Pansy stuck out her leg slyly and tripped Hermione who fell to the floor.

"Opps," Pansy said, turning to look at the Gryffindor on the floor in front of her.

Hermione stared at the floor, tears brimming her eyes.

"Get up," she heard the Slytherin growl. She did not obey. "Get up," Pansy repeated, a much more fierce tone now evident in her voice. She grabbed Hermione's arm and lifted her, Hermione struggling against her.

"Get off of me!"

"Mudblood," Pansy said, surveying Hermione.

"Bitch," Hermione retorted, surveying Pansy.

Pansy stared, no emotion in her face. Than she spat at Hermione's feet, hitting the side of her shoes. Hermione looked slowly down at her feet, and then back up at Pansy.

"You're looking for a fight…I won't give it to you."

Pansy pushed Hermione, who staggered. "Want to know it? I've fucked Malfoy more times than you can count," Pansy bragged. "And I hear you can count pretty high."

"Higher than you."

"So?" Pansy said, taking a step towards Hermione. "At least I'm still not a virgin." She took another step.

"At least I'm not a whore," Hermione said, eyeing Pansy's steel face, trying to figure out what she was up to.

Pansy shrugged. "At the end of the day, I feel better than you."

"That's 'cause you don't feel."

Pansy was now extremely close to Hermione, staring at her, eye to eye. She didn't know a come back to that one. "You're so sad," Pansy said, taking a new tactic.

"I could say the same to you, and it would mean something."

Pansy ignored her, and continued in her scarily quiet voice. "You're so pathetic…So…lonely; so…different."

Hermione scoffed.

"I know you've got your eye on Draco," she said, and Hermione stood stunned. "Sad…Sad, sad, sad."

"I don't have my eye on Draco," she growled. "Unlike you, I like people with a soul."

"Draco's got a soul. I've tasted it."

Hermione had had enough. She turned and Pansy hissed after her, "I've got it better than you."

"All the Slytherins are out of their minds," Hermione said, her voice angry and short tempered. Someone tapped her on the arm. She looked up, ready to yell at whomever it was. But her face softened. It was Dean. "Dean?"

"Hermione…"

"What?"

"Want to come to the ball with me?"

"Of course it leaked out," Ron said, as Hermione was still stunned people knew about the ball. "Where have you been recently?"

Getting Dean as a date certainly helped Hermione's mind leave Draco. She was acting normally with her friends again. It made her feel loads better.

"Who are you going with?" she asked Harry and Ron, who were eating chocolate frogs in the common room. It was now the start of winter holidays, which had recently started.

"Haven't asked anyone," Ron admitted," But I'm not waiting till the last moment again."

"I'm thinking of asking Cho."

Ron sniggered, which quickly changed to choking as he was still eating. "Going to ask her again? How sad."

"Shut your gob," Harry said, unwrapping a new frog.

Dress robes had been a problem. The ball was so last minute that no one had dress robes, but Dumbledore announced none would be necessary, and that regular robes would be fine. A lot of Ravenclaw girls who had already bought robes were very angry.

"So, Dean asking you," Ron said randomly as the trio prepared to go to Potions.

"I know," Hermione said. "I though he'd ask Parvati."

"Me too," Harry said.

The trio crossed an empty hall and descended stairs to the dungeons. They didn't see the two Slytherin who had been in shadow when they heard voices.

"Hermione's going with Dean," taunted Pansy.

"So?"

"Look's like you're the only one without a date," Pansy continue to taunt.

Draco looked at her from the side. "At least I'm not going with a loser."

Pansy gave a laugh, more like scoffing. "Thorne is not a loser."

"He is such a git."

"No he isn't."

"Whatever you say." Draco turned but Pansy came from behind him, wrapping her arms around him and moving about his chest.

"Poor Draco," she soothed.

"I know you haven't gotten over me."

"Nor you me."

He turned quickly and pushed her back so she fell towards him. He kissed her, hard, and she reluctantly kissed back, even if she struggled, which he ignored. He let her go and stared pointedly at her, and she looked angry, as if she had been tricked. "Bye bye," he sneered. As he meant to walk away she reached, about to grab him, but restrained herself. She mustn't feed into it.

a/n-AHHHh! Argh, I hate my comp, well not really, but still! I wrote this long sex scene and it got deleted! Fooy…oh well, I'll just keep working