A/n: Here is chapter four, I can update faster now cuz they added the wordpad thingy to uploadable documents, so I can write more.

Chapter 4

Hermione sat with Harry at the Gryffindor table. Harry was so quiet lately, that Hermione couldn't stand it. Hermione sat making him eat food, like she did every day, even though she hardly touched hers. Ron was still at St. Mungos, reports said he was due back before the end of the school year. He wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the 7th years.

There was also the fast approaching Halloween Masquerade Ball. Dumbledore said only seventh years were to attend, unless invited by a seventh year. Hermione had been hoping that Harry would ask her, but he didn't want to go, so Hermione was determined to go alone and have some fun, fun she hadn't had for months.

"Harry you are letting your grades slip!" Hermione said in Potions class the next day when Professor Stoyer passed back their foot essay's on Unicorn Blood. Hermione thought that subject was every irrelevant to the potions they were making.

"I know, but this teacher is so weird. I hate to admit it but I almost miss Snape." Harry said blushing a little.

"Yeah, same here." Hermione said as Professor Stoyer put the ingredients to their next potion on the board. Professor Stoyer was a tall brute, with curly gray hair, one gray eye and one golden green eye. Hermione could tell the Slytherins despised him.

Hermione felt odd suddenly and her skin crawled. Hermione looked around but everyone was doing their work. Hermione looked behind her to see Draco Malfoy doing his work with a wide smile spread across his face.

"Whats wrong Hermione?" Harry asked as his friend fidgeted in her skin.

"Nothing." Hermione said as Harry looked back and glared at Malfoy.

"Hermione I know it is none of my business, but what is going on with you and Malfoy?" He asked looking her dead in the eye.

"Your right Harry, it is none of your business." Hermione snapped filling up a little glass vial and dropping it off at the front of the class as the bell rang.

Three days later Hermione sat in front of her mirror in the head girls room. She had managed to get her giant Victorian dress on with the help of three little house elves that were more than willing to help her. Hermione still felt bad. Hair in tamed ringlets, make-up in place, Hermione looked like a princess. Hermione slipped on her cream colored pumps and hurried down to the Great Hall. Hermione was already late when she entered the room. It was magnificent. There were Halloween Jack-o-lanterns soaring high above the students and the floor was enchanted to look like the ceiling above them. There so many students, some dressed as zombies, witches, princesses, monsters, vampires, and even little animals. No one was recognizable.

Hermione sat down in a folding chair when she was accompanied by a boy with black hair.

"Harry?" Hermione asked looking harder at the man sitting next to her.

"Hey Hermione. Sorry I didn't tell you I was coming." He said grabbing Hermione's hand and kissing it.

"It's OK, I'm glad you could come." Hermione said loudly over the music.

"You look great." Harry told her as a slow tune came on.

"Thanks, you do too." Hermione told him as a man came over to Hermione.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Hermione as she accepted.

Hermione stepped onto the dance floor with the mystery man. He steered across the floor holding her tight as Hermione held his left hand with her other arm around his neck.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked pulling up her mask.

"I am some one." He answered smiling at her from behind the black mask he was wearing.

"Please tell me?" She asked again slowing their stride.

"I will, later." He said quietly as they danced in peace. Soon the song stopped and Hermione curtsied as she found her way back to Harry.

"Who were you dancing with?" He asked her as she seated herself next to him.

"I... I don't know." Hermione said thinking. He looked familiar to her,but she just couldn't quite place him.

"Well would you like to dance, Hermione?" Harry asked as a faster song came on.

"Yes, I would." Hermione said taking his hand as they twirled around the dance floor laughing.

Hermione and Harry once again sat down on the black folding chairs and resumed their laughing and goofing around.

"So have you had any run ins with your pig of a cousin?" Hermione asked laughing.

"No thank god, I only usually see him here and there, since he is in 6th year potions, and 5th year transfiguration." He said laughing.

"Yeah, I have seen him around to, just staring at me. He is so strange." She said as she spotted the big bulk of Harry's cousin jumping around on the dance floor. Suddenly another slow song struck up and she saw Dudley making his way over to her. Harry had just left to get some pumpkin juice and she was sitting by herself. Dudley waddled forward to her and was cut off by her mystery man.

"Dance?" He asked again as Hermione greatfully accepted.

"How are you?" he asked her mid-way through the song.

"I'm good, how about you?" Hermione asked smiling at him. Hermione really like this person. Hermione felt him touch the extravagant mask she was wearing as he moved it up wards so he could see her face again.

"I'm fine." He said as he slowly left a small kiss on her lips and walked away swiftly as the song ended. Hermione touched her lips with her hands and slowly made her way back to Harry.

"Hey Hermione." He said as she sat down next to him, replacing her mask. Hermione stayed there until the end of the ball, when he came up to her and asked her to dance. He slowly led her out to the gardens that were decorated for the occasion and sat Hermione down on one of the stone benches.

"I know you will hate me, but..." He said pulling his mask off. Hermione gasped as she got up and left him seated there along in the garden.

DIARY

He is evil, and ignorant bastard who only cares for himself. He dyed his hair black, but it was still him. He asked me to dance for his own pleasure, not caring about my feelings. He will never, ever, ever know how much I love him, how much he means to me, how much I hate him. Never. I see him every day, yet we never exchange words, just little glances that mean nothing. Harry is healing emotionally, eats willingly smiles freely. Yet I still want to die. My life is ruined. I don't even know why.

Hermione x

A/n: I am thinking about Hermione getting pregnant in futer chapters, would it bother anyone? Tell me, buhbye. xBrittany