A/N: Hello!!! I'm going to be gone at a leadership camp for my school for
five days, and wanted to leave you with a goodbye present. The sixth
chapter!!!! I've tried to update regularly, and think I am doing very good.
Also, Ginny is a prefect, just so people aren't confused.
Reviewers: I'd like to thank pirate-elfgal and sexy-jess for reviewing on the last chapter. I forgot to answer one question last chapter. For sexy- jess, I just assumed that in my story, if the other prefects needed to tell the head boy or girl something, they would already know the password.
Reviews: Please send in more!!!!! I really want to make this story better, and to make it better, I need the thoughts of others like yourselves. If you have any ideas, feel free to share them.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognize. I haven't created any so far, at least not yet, so keep reading.
Chapter six
The voices of students rang through the halls as they headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione was going to grab an orange and head for the library to do some research for the pollyjuice potion, when she remembered that she had to cast her idea into the Halloween Ball. She walked up to the big box and stuck the bit of parchment into the slit. She quickly skipped away, eating her orange, with Ginny on her heels.
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ginny was out of breath as she slowed to a walk beside her friend.
"Shoot." She finished her orange and made the peel disappear.
"About the meeting tonight, can we bring anyone to it? I mean, after you told me about what Harry did, don't you think it would be a little, well, weird to be around Ron? I mean, I trust him and all, but he might try to pull some kind of stunt there."
"Sorry, Ginny, prefects and heads only. Don't worry about it. He won't try to pull anything there with a bunch of authority figures around. I heard Dumbledore might even be there. There will be at least one adult there to make sure there is no trouble. I heard a couple years ago, the committee got mad at each other and everyone was hexing each other." The girls laughed and said goodbye to each other. Hermione had arithmancy next, so it would be fairly enjoyable. All she could think about while heading to her next class was that neither Harry, Ron, or Draco had it with her.
The rest of the day flew by like a breeze, and before she knew it, dinner was over and she was carrying the box stuffed with ideas to the empty classroom they were using to meet. She set the box down and noticed that not many people were there yet. Hermione was glad to see that Ron wasn't there yet, and while she looked around the room she felt someone come up behind her.
"Hermione, I feel like you are keeping a secret from me. You know you can tell me anything. What's wrong?" Blaise wore a look of concern on his face. Hermione wanted to tell him, but someone might overhear them.
Hermione lowered her voice to a whisper and came close to Blaise's ear. "I can't tell you here. If anyone finds out, I will be in big trouble. Walk me to my dorm after the meeting. I'm sure Malfoy won't mind."
"I won't mind what, mudblood?" Malfoy sneered.
"Why you..." Blaise charged at Draco, ready to turn Malfoy's body into pulp, but Hermione held him back.
"Blaise is just going to walk me to my room and talk to me in private, so don't try to listen in. It won't get you anywhere."
"Oh, so in secret code that means you are going to have a little make out session with Zambini here. I don't mind at all. But does Potter?" He grinned, glad to see her get frustrated with him.
"It is none of your business what I do with Blaise, nor is it Potter's. I really don't care if Potter threatens me, because I could just kiss Blaise right now if I wanted to." Hermione snaked her arms around Blaise's neck and kissed him like only Malfoy had done to her. It obviously came as a shock to Blaise, but to all the prefects, who had seated themselves to watch the argument. The two locked lips and were caressing each others mouths, satisfying their want of another to share their passion with. They didn't break apart until their air supply had diminished to nothing. They stood there like that, Ron and Malfoy watching the whole time, when they realized that everyone was watching them, as well as Professor McGonagal.
"Are you two done?" They tore apart, embarrassed, and sat down in chairs next to each other.
"Well, nothing can really be accomplished just sitting there, so might as well get partners and start going through what the students want." Hermione and Blaise paired up and opened the box. Parchments that had been crammed in the box flew everywhere.
It took hours, but the results were finally posted. The top three ideas would be voted on by the members, and they would start planning immediately.
Draco took a breath and read a piece of parchment that he held in his hands. "The top three ideas are traditional black and orange , costume party, or famous couples masquerade." He handed the parchment to Professor McGonnagal, and she took the vote.
"All for the traditional black and orange..." No one raised their hands. "Costume party?" It was obvious what their choice was going to be. "Famous couples masquerade?" It was an unanimous vote.
Reviewers: I'd like to thank pirate-elfgal and sexy-jess for reviewing on the last chapter. I forgot to answer one question last chapter. For sexy- jess, I just assumed that in my story, if the other prefects needed to tell the head boy or girl something, they would already know the password.
Reviews: Please send in more!!!!! I really want to make this story better, and to make it better, I need the thoughts of others like yourselves. If you have any ideas, feel free to share them.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognize. I haven't created any so far, at least not yet, so keep reading.
Chapter six
The voices of students rang through the halls as they headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione was going to grab an orange and head for the library to do some research for the pollyjuice potion, when she remembered that she had to cast her idea into the Halloween Ball. She walked up to the big box and stuck the bit of parchment into the slit. She quickly skipped away, eating her orange, with Ginny on her heels.
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ginny was out of breath as she slowed to a walk beside her friend.
"Shoot." She finished her orange and made the peel disappear.
"About the meeting tonight, can we bring anyone to it? I mean, after you told me about what Harry did, don't you think it would be a little, well, weird to be around Ron? I mean, I trust him and all, but he might try to pull some kind of stunt there."
"Sorry, Ginny, prefects and heads only. Don't worry about it. He won't try to pull anything there with a bunch of authority figures around. I heard Dumbledore might even be there. There will be at least one adult there to make sure there is no trouble. I heard a couple years ago, the committee got mad at each other and everyone was hexing each other." The girls laughed and said goodbye to each other. Hermione had arithmancy next, so it would be fairly enjoyable. All she could think about while heading to her next class was that neither Harry, Ron, or Draco had it with her.
The rest of the day flew by like a breeze, and before she knew it, dinner was over and she was carrying the box stuffed with ideas to the empty classroom they were using to meet. She set the box down and noticed that not many people were there yet. Hermione was glad to see that Ron wasn't there yet, and while she looked around the room she felt someone come up behind her.
"Hermione, I feel like you are keeping a secret from me. You know you can tell me anything. What's wrong?" Blaise wore a look of concern on his face. Hermione wanted to tell him, but someone might overhear them.
Hermione lowered her voice to a whisper and came close to Blaise's ear. "I can't tell you here. If anyone finds out, I will be in big trouble. Walk me to my dorm after the meeting. I'm sure Malfoy won't mind."
"I won't mind what, mudblood?" Malfoy sneered.
"Why you..." Blaise charged at Draco, ready to turn Malfoy's body into pulp, but Hermione held him back.
"Blaise is just going to walk me to my room and talk to me in private, so don't try to listen in. It won't get you anywhere."
"Oh, so in secret code that means you are going to have a little make out session with Zambini here. I don't mind at all. But does Potter?" He grinned, glad to see her get frustrated with him.
"It is none of your business what I do with Blaise, nor is it Potter's. I really don't care if Potter threatens me, because I could just kiss Blaise right now if I wanted to." Hermione snaked her arms around Blaise's neck and kissed him like only Malfoy had done to her. It obviously came as a shock to Blaise, but to all the prefects, who had seated themselves to watch the argument. The two locked lips and were caressing each others mouths, satisfying their want of another to share their passion with. They didn't break apart until their air supply had diminished to nothing. They stood there like that, Ron and Malfoy watching the whole time, when they realized that everyone was watching them, as well as Professor McGonagal.
"Are you two done?" They tore apart, embarrassed, and sat down in chairs next to each other.
"Well, nothing can really be accomplished just sitting there, so might as well get partners and start going through what the students want." Hermione and Blaise paired up and opened the box. Parchments that had been crammed in the box flew everywhere.
It took hours, but the results were finally posted. The top three ideas would be voted on by the members, and they would start planning immediately.
Draco took a breath and read a piece of parchment that he held in his hands. "The top three ideas are traditional black and orange , costume party, or famous couples masquerade." He handed the parchment to Professor McGonnagal, and she took the vote.
"All for the traditional black and orange..." No one raised their hands. "Costume party?" It was obvious what their choice was going to be. "Famous couples masquerade?" It was an unanimous vote.