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A/N: thank you all for your reviews, and because you all responded so quickly I decided to post another chapter for you. I've almost completed the next chapter too, so the more reviews the sooner you'll get it.
It had been a few days that Hermione was staying in Draco's room. The other prefects knew already, and were told everything, but they were sworn to secrecy. Damien was beginning to become sort of a butt. He was getting far more attention then usual and suddenly he seemed to be demanding more attention.
Damien walked over to Draco's bed, which Hermione was reading on, and placed his head on her lap. That was nothing new, Damien always did that when he wanted attention. Yet this time when all he got was a pat on the head he backed up, threw his chest out, and barked! He barked at Hermione!
"Excuse me! Just what do you think you're doing?" Hermione threw down her book and stared at the dog.
His only response was a wag of his tail and a slight growl.
"Oh is that so? You're going to growl at me?" Hermione stepped towards him.
Then he jumped back a few feet, but still growled, and this time he added a bark into it. Hermione was becoming really annoyed with him. The only time he ever acted like that was when something was wrong. Like when someone broke into her room!
"Damien? Is there something you're trying to tell me?" Hermione slowly and quietly asked.
Damien continued to bark, but this time it seemed as though he was looking through her! Like someone else was there. He stepped forward and past Hermione, but then suddenly his whining stopped. And he just stood there, quietly.
Hermione looked in the direction that Damien had been staring. She pulled out her wand, and cautiously crept closer.
"Show yourself, and I'll left you go freely and without harm, but if you don't I'll be forced to attack. In three, two, one!" Hermione began shooting disarming spells at the wall where this being was thought to be.
Nothing happened. Nothing at all. She looked around the room and wondered what happened. It now felt like she was just being crazy, but before she could have sworn someone else was there.
She searched the room for any possible sign of an intruder. The only thing she found was an open window, which had been opened by her about five minutes before everything had happened. She wondered if someone really had been inside. They could have come and gone through the window.
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That night when Draco returned from quidditch practice she decided not to tell him. She had no proof that anything did indeed happen, and if it didn't, then there was no need to worry him. They already had enough on their minds.
"The ball is tomorrow night. Are you nervous?" Draco asked.
"Yes and no. I'm a little fearful of what the other students are going to do when they see us together." Hermione admitted.
"Me too. Whatever you do try and stay close to me. I want you where I can see you. Whoever that guy was is probably going to be there. Not to mention Harry, and. . ." Draco paused and cringed.
"And your little fan club. I can just see Pansy Parkinson right now. She'll shout and scream, and make a scene. Everyone will watch, and as they pull her off elsewhere, she'll be threatening to kill me. Not that I'm afraid of her. She has trouble with a butter knife, so I doubt she'll try and stab me to death. And she can't use magic either; the only reason she is still even here is because of your father. She couldn't do a spell on her own if she tried." Hermione laughed at the last part.
"And you know Harry is going to probably try and start a fight with me. I'll try and be reasonable, but if he touches you I will hurt him." Draco warned.
"I know, but let's not think of all the bad things that can happen. Let's think of all the good things." Hermione said dreamily.
"Mmm, good things. Let's see, I'll be there with the most beautiful girl ever." He smiled.
"And I'll be with the most handsome guy ever. It's funny, if you were to tell me a year ago that all of this were to happen I would have asked you what you were on. It's funny the way it's all working out. We were once my enemy, and then my friend, and now my boyfriend." She sighed.
"I know, I can't believe there was time when I wanted nothing more then to be rid of you. I loathed you, and you were better then me in almost every subject." He shook his head.
"Almost. Let's not forget who's always had the highest grade in potions. And I know that it had nothing to do with the fact that Snape fears you. And you are also a great quidditch player. Unlike me, I have no athletic ability unfortunately." Hermione laughed.
"I think you do. I just think you're afraid to fly. I watched you when we had flying lessons. You would do exactly what was required of you and then you would hop off that broom as fast as you could." He smirked.
"It's not my fault. I've seen what can happen when flying. I've seen several people fall and nearly die over the years. I don't remember a single quidditch game in our first few years when one student or another wasn't injured. And the idea of falling from up so high frightens me. Can you imagine falling? How painful that must be." Hermione sighed.
"It's not so bad. You'll only spend a night or two in the hospital wing." He shrugged.
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After dinner Draco went to the library. So Hermione went back to his room and pulled out her dress from a trunk that she kept safely locked. She held it up to her and stared in the mirror. It was a gorgeous dress. She wanted so badly to try it on, but she knew that in just a few minutes Draco would return and would be caught.
So with a sigh she put it away, and locked her trunk securely. And just as she placed one tiny spell on it just to be sure no one could get into it Draco came in. He looked down at the trunk and smiled.
"Looking at your dress again?" He greeted.
"Of course." Hermione smiled.
"You excited about tomorrow night?" He asked.
"More then you could possibly imagine. What a night it's going to be!" Hermione laughed merrily.
"Well, we've got a long and busy day ahead of us. I'm going to bed early, and I suggest you do the same." He kissed her cheek and went to bed.
Hermione followed after him a few minutes later, and late into the night she dreamed of all the marvelous things that would be soon to happen. She knew that not everything would go well, but she was hopeful and looked forward to the things that would.
A/N: Review please! Thanks for responding so quickly to the last chapter.
A/N: thank you all for your reviews, and because you all responded so quickly I decided to post another chapter for you. I've almost completed the next chapter too, so the more reviews the sooner you'll get it.
It had been a few days that Hermione was staying in Draco's room. The other prefects knew already, and were told everything, but they were sworn to secrecy. Damien was beginning to become sort of a butt. He was getting far more attention then usual and suddenly he seemed to be demanding more attention.
Damien walked over to Draco's bed, which Hermione was reading on, and placed his head on her lap. That was nothing new, Damien always did that when he wanted attention. Yet this time when all he got was a pat on the head he backed up, threw his chest out, and barked! He barked at Hermione!
"Excuse me! Just what do you think you're doing?" Hermione threw down her book and stared at the dog.
His only response was a wag of his tail and a slight growl.
"Oh is that so? You're going to growl at me?" Hermione stepped towards him.
Then he jumped back a few feet, but still growled, and this time he added a bark into it. Hermione was becoming really annoyed with him. The only time he ever acted like that was when something was wrong. Like when someone broke into her room!
"Damien? Is there something you're trying to tell me?" Hermione slowly and quietly asked.
Damien continued to bark, but this time it seemed as though he was looking through her! Like someone else was there. He stepped forward and past Hermione, but then suddenly his whining stopped. And he just stood there, quietly.
Hermione looked in the direction that Damien had been staring. She pulled out her wand, and cautiously crept closer.
"Show yourself, and I'll left you go freely and without harm, but if you don't I'll be forced to attack. In three, two, one!" Hermione began shooting disarming spells at the wall where this being was thought to be.
Nothing happened. Nothing at all. She looked around the room and wondered what happened. It now felt like she was just being crazy, but before she could have sworn someone else was there.
She searched the room for any possible sign of an intruder. The only thing she found was an open window, which had been opened by her about five minutes before everything had happened. She wondered if someone really had been inside. They could have come and gone through the window.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night when Draco returned from quidditch practice she decided not to tell him. She had no proof that anything did indeed happen, and if it didn't, then there was no need to worry him. They already had enough on their minds.
"The ball is tomorrow night. Are you nervous?" Draco asked.
"Yes and no. I'm a little fearful of what the other students are going to do when they see us together." Hermione admitted.
"Me too. Whatever you do try and stay close to me. I want you where I can see you. Whoever that guy was is probably going to be there. Not to mention Harry, and. . ." Draco paused and cringed.
"And your little fan club. I can just see Pansy Parkinson right now. She'll shout and scream, and make a scene. Everyone will watch, and as they pull her off elsewhere, she'll be threatening to kill me. Not that I'm afraid of her. She has trouble with a butter knife, so I doubt she'll try and stab me to death. And she can't use magic either; the only reason she is still even here is because of your father. She couldn't do a spell on her own if she tried." Hermione laughed at the last part.
"And you know Harry is going to probably try and start a fight with me. I'll try and be reasonable, but if he touches you I will hurt him." Draco warned.
"I know, but let's not think of all the bad things that can happen. Let's think of all the good things." Hermione said dreamily.
"Mmm, good things. Let's see, I'll be there with the most beautiful girl ever." He smiled.
"And I'll be with the most handsome guy ever. It's funny, if you were to tell me a year ago that all of this were to happen I would have asked you what you were on. It's funny the way it's all working out. We were once my enemy, and then my friend, and now my boyfriend." She sighed.
"I know, I can't believe there was time when I wanted nothing more then to be rid of you. I loathed you, and you were better then me in almost every subject." He shook his head.
"Almost. Let's not forget who's always had the highest grade in potions. And I know that it had nothing to do with the fact that Snape fears you. And you are also a great quidditch player. Unlike me, I have no athletic ability unfortunately." Hermione laughed.
"I think you do. I just think you're afraid to fly. I watched you when we had flying lessons. You would do exactly what was required of you and then you would hop off that broom as fast as you could." He smirked.
"It's not my fault. I've seen what can happen when flying. I've seen several people fall and nearly die over the years. I don't remember a single quidditch game in our first few years when one student or another wasn't injured. And the idea of falling from up so high frightens me. Can you imagine falling? How painful that must be." Hermione sighed.
"It's not so bad. You'll only spend a night or two in the hospital wing." He shrugged.
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After dinner Draco went to the library. So Hermione went back to his room and pulled out her dress from a trunk that she kept safely locked. She held it up to her and stared in the mirror. It was a gorgeous dress. She wanted so badly to try it on, but she knew that in just a few minutes Draco would return and would be caught.
So with a sigh she put it away, and locked her trunk securely. And just as she placed one tiny spell on it just to be sure no one could get into it Draco came in. He looked down at the trunk and smiled.
"Looking at your dress again?" He greeted.
"Of course." Hermione smiled.
"You excited about tomorrow night?" He asked.
"More then you could possibly imagine. What a night it's going to be!" Hermione laughed merrily.
"Well, we've got a long and busy day ahead of us. I'm going to bed early, and I suggest you do the same." He kissed her cheek and went to bed.
Hermione followed after him a few minutes later, and late into the night she dreamed of all the marvelous things that would be soon to happen. She knew that not everything would go well, but she was hopeful and looked forward to the things that would.
A/N: Review please! Thanks for responding so quickly to the last chapter.