Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters.
Thank you to all my reviewers! It is because of ya'll that I am able to write. Please don't stop reviewing.
Oh, and I'm sorry if this story seems a little OOC, I'll try my best.
Why did I just do that? It felt so right. She is so beautiful. There is something mesmerizing about her. I can't wait till tomorrow when I get to kiss her again. What am I saying she's a Mudblood, and I'm a Malfoy. I must live up to my name. But...my father is in Azkaban right now and can't do anything to stop me. He too fell asleep with visions of Hermione dancing in his head.
End of Chapter 4
The week passed by and the two 'Heads' were ignoring each other. There were glances cast by the two of them while in the Great Hall, and in some of their classes, but not a word was spoken.
Hermione was sitting in her dormitory when a small brown owl fluttered into her room through the open window, which was letting the cool fall breeze into her room. She walked over to the owl and removed the letter from its beak.
"Thanks." She said to it as it flapped its wings and left the room. She opened the envelope and read the note inside.
Dear Miss Granger,
I would appreciate it if you and Mr. Malfoy would come to my office to discuss the upcoming Halloween Ball. We will need to discuss plenty of things so don't forget your parchment and quills. I will be waiting for you in my office at half past six.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
She set the note down on her desk and picked up her quill and continued working on her Arithmancy homework. I wonder if Draco got a similar note? I mean surely if I got one then he must have. We are both after all Heads.
She couldn't help but think that maybe he hadn't gotten one and that she was supposed to relay that message to him. She sighed as she set down the quill and made her way to the bathroom. She opened her bathroom door and walked through to his.
She knocked on the door and Draco appeared a moment later. "Yes?" He questioned, in that same old Malfoy drawl.
"I was wondering if you received a note from Dumbledore telling us to meet him tonight." She asked looking all around, avoiding his eyes.
"As a matter of fact I did. Is that all?" He asked, not wanting it to be all. He wanted to talk about what had happened that one night. That one night that they were teasing one another.
"Well...I actually wanted to talk to you about...oh never mind." She said before turning to walk away.
"Wait." Draco called out after her. He followed her into the bathroom. "Look I want to apologize for what happened a few nights ago. I don't know what came over me."
"Okay." She said, a nasty bitter tone hidden in her voice. "Is that all? Because I have a Potions essay that needs concluding."
He glared her down. Why is she being so bitter and harsh towards me? What have I done? I mean, I'm the one apologizing here. Draco thought to himself.
"Yeah, that's it I guess. Just one more question." He asked hoping to be able to find the root of her bitterness.
"Yeah okay let's hear it." She said sounding bored.
"Did you enjoy that night? You know the one where we kissed?" He gave her a sly grin, and watched as her cheeks began to blush slightly.
"How dare you think that I would enjoy something like that. After all those years of you torturing me and calling me names. You think that one kiss is gonna make up for it all?" She was now infuriated. She stormed back to her room and plopped down on her bed, slamming her door behind her.
"All you had to do was say no." Draco yelled back to her loud enough so that she could hear. He smirked to himself and walked back to his own room. He lay across his bed and continued to work on his Potions essay.
Neither one went down to the Great Hall for dinner. They sat in their dormitories thinking an working on the immense amounts of homework they had acquired.
Hermione's thoughts kept drifting between her Transfiguration homework and Draco. Why had he asked me if I enjoyed that one night? Did he? No, that's not possible. I mean he's a Malfoy. One of the oldest pureblood families in the wizarding world. He has no interest in me at all. I should just put all my feelings for his aside. Stupid ferret boy! She thought as she got up from her desk realizing that it was quarter past six.
Draco sat in his room thinking as well. You know I wish she would just admit to me that she liked it. It would make my life a lot easier. I mean seriously, I could tell by the way that she blushed that she liked it. She just won't admit to it. I don't know why but I feel like I have hurt her some how. I hope I can talk to her tonight after our meeting with Dumbledore. Oh shit! I got to go! Draco had looked at the clock and seen that it was twenty past six and so he grabbed his parchment and quills and set off for the Head Master's office.
He arrived there just at half past six and when entered the office, he found the two others already waiting for him. He quickly took a seat and got ready to take notes.
The old bespectacled man shifted in his seat and began. "As the Head Boy and Girl this year, you will be in charge of planning the Halloween Ball this year. We will need to figure out the food, entertainment, and decorations."
"Isn't the theme 'Halloween'?" Draco asked, sounding like an idiot.
"Well, that is the holiday. The theme could be something like 'Fairy Tale Characters'." Hermione replied, glaring at Draco.
"That is a wonderful theme, Hermione. That is what we will use then. Everyone must come dressed as a character from a Muggle fairy tale. Do you agree on that theme Draco?" Dumbledore addressed the blonde Slytherin.
"Yeah, that sounds fine to me." He said writing it down on his parchment. "Next."
"Okay then, now that we have the theme, we will get the Weird Sisters to play at the dance. Sound good?"
"Yes," they chimed together.
"Food can be prepared by the House Elves. That pretty much covers all that stuff. Now all that is left is the decorations. I will leave the Great Hall to the two of you at four 'o' clock on the day of the dance. That will allow the two of you some time to put up the decorations and get the place finished off. Sound good?" Dumbledore looked at the two students before him with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Yes sir." They said together.
"Oh one more thing. I forgot that you two will need dates for this dance."
"Well...actually...we can find our own dates if you please sir." Draco said, trying to think of whom he would take.
"Actually I was hoping that, to help spread the idea of school unity, that the two of you would go together. I mean if you don't mind of course."
The two shocked seventeen-year olds looked at each other, and then back at Dumbledore.
"If that is what you want sir." Said Draco behind gritted teeth. Hermione just nodded in agreement.
"Well, then that concludes this meeting. If you two will please retreat to your dormitories I would greatly appreciate it. Goodnight."
"Good night, professor." With that said, the two students left the office and began to make their way back to the dormitories.
As they were walking down the halls there was complete silence. They reached the entry to the common room and said the password Lemon Meringue.
Hermione started retreating up her staircase when she heard someone call her name down below. "Hermione can we please talk?" the annoying Slytherin prince asked.
She sighed a heavy sigh and turned around. "Whatever about?" she asked in a sweet voice that made her seem as if she was an angel.
"Well, there are some things on my mind that I think you should hear." Draco said motioning for her to join him on the couch.
Reluctantly, she made her way back downstairs and over to the couch, sitting on the end farthest from his.
"Start talking." She stated, quite bluntly.
"Okay, first of all I want you to know that when I kissed you, I kissed you because I have developed feelings for you. I don't know why, but I have. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to get you into my bed (though I wouldn't mind it, he thought to himself). I simply wanted to see if there really was a spark there." He sat there and looked at Hermione. The light from the moon was peering in through the skylight above.
"Well...uh..." the words did not seem to be forming in her mouth either. "Well, I must say that you are taking me by surprise right now. I mean, I'm sorry for lashing out at you earlier. I just thought that someone like you could never be attracted to me. I was beginning to develop feelings for you too. I felt them because I was physically drawn to you. There is no doubt about that. But when you kissed me..." she smiled and took in a deep breath while recalling the incident. "...I was in heaven. I mean I felt like I was."
"So, does that mean that you forgive me?" Draco asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
"Well...I don't know. You have been pretty harsh over the past few years." She couldn't help but make him look sad. "I'm just playing. I forgive you." A smile spread across his face as he came closer to kiss her. She held up her finger to his lips. "But there is one little problem."
"What's that?" He asked, aggravated that he didn't get to kiss her again.
"Well, my friends aren't going to be too happy about this. So, for the time being let's lay as low as possible. I mean, I don't think the Slytherins would want you being with a Gryffindor, much less a Muggle-born one. Agreed?" she held out her hand, a smile on her face.
"Agreed." He shook her hand and took this as an opportunity to pull her down on top of his embracing her with his arms. She looked into those steel grey eyes. He stared up into her amber eyes. Both were completely entranced by the other until Draco brought Hermione back to reality by giving her another one of those kisses that made her feel as if she were flying. She broke away from the kiss, and his embrace, much to his dislike.
"Why did you do that?" He asked her, not understanding why she had pulled away.
"Well, this couch isn't all that big now is it?" She said smirking. "Besides, I'm going to take a nice long bath and then go to bed." She said climbing off Draco and the couch.
"Well bust my bubble." Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the sound of him saying that phrase. "Mind if I join you in the tub then?"
"I don't know. I mean we really shouldn't." She said, trying to make him believe that it would never happen. She looked up at his face and saw those big puppy dog eyes. "Fine if you really want to you can."
"Great, so I'll meet you in the bathroom in about ten minutes then?" He asked, keeping his cool. Hermione shook her head in agreement. "Make sure you use the strawberry bubbles. I love strawberries."
"Okay then." With that said they retreated to their separate rooms and got ready for the best bubble bath of their life.
A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the great reviews. I'm so glad that everyone is enjoying this story so much. I hope that ya'll like this chapter. I tried to make it a little longer than the last chapter and it came out 3 pages longer!!! Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it and please review!!!!!
Thank you to all my reviewers! It is because of ya'll that I am able to write. Please don't stop reviewing.
Oh, and I'm sorry if this story seems a little OOC, I'll try my best.
Why did I just do that? It felt so right. She is so beautiful. There is something mesmerizing about her. I can't wait till tomorrow when I get to kiss her again. What am I saying she's a Mudblood, and I'm a Malfoy. I must live up to my name. But...my father is in Azkaban right now and can't do anything to stop me. He too fell asleep with visions of Hermione dancing in his head.
End of Chapter 4
The week passed by and the two 'Heads' were ignoring each other. There were glances cast by the two of them while in the Great Hall, and in some of their classes, but not a word was spoken.
Hermione was sitting in her dormitory when a small brown owl fluttered into her room through the open window, which was letting the cool fall breeze into her room. She walked over to the owl and removed the letter from its beak.
"Thanks." She said to it as it flapped its wings and left the room. She opened the envelope and read the note inside.
Dear Miss Granger,
I would appreciate it if you and Mr. Malfoy would come to my office to discuss the upcoming Halloween Ball. We will need to discuss plenty of things so don't forget your parchment and quills. I will be waiting for you in my office at half past six.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
She set the note down on her desk and picked up her quill and continued working on her Arithmancy homework. I wonder if Draco got a similar note? I mean surely if I got one then he must have. We are both after all Heads.
She couldn't help but think that maybe he hadn't gotten one and that she was supposed to relay that message to him. She sighed as she set down the quill and made her way to the bathroom. She opened her bathroom door and walked through to his.
She knocked on the door and Draco appeared a moment later. "Yes?" He questioned, in that same old Malfoy drawl.
"I was wondering if you received a note from Dumbledore telling us to meet him tonight." She asked looking all around, avoiding his eyes.
"As a matter of fact I did. Is that all?" He asked, not wanting it to be all. He wanted to talk about what had happened that one night. That one night that they were teasing one another.
"Well...I actually wanted to talk to you about...oh never mind." She said before turning to walk away.
"Wait." Draco called out after her. He followed her into the bathroom. "Look I want to apologize for what happened a few nights ago. I don't know what came over me."
"Okay." She said, a nasty bitter tone hidden in her voice. "Is that all? Because I have a Potions essay that needs concluding."
He glared her down. Why is she being so bitter and harsh towards me? What have I done? I mean, I'm the one apologizing here. Draco thought to himself.
"Yeah, that's it I guess. Just one more question." He asked hoping to be able to find the root of her bitterness.
"Yeah okay let's hear it." She said sounding bored.
"Did you enjoy that night? You know the one where we kissed?" He gave her a sly grin, and watched as her cheeks began to blush slightly.
"How dare you think that I would enjoy something like that. After all those years of you torturing me and calling me names. You think that one kiss is gonna make up for it all?" She was now infuriated. She stormed back to her room and plopped down on her bed, slamming her door behind her.
"All you had to do was say no." Draco yelled back to her loud enough so that she could hear. He smirked to himself and walked back to his own room. He lay across his bed and continued to work on his Potions essay.
Neither one went down to the Great Hall for dinner. They sat in their dormitories thinking an working on the immense amounts of homework they had acquired.
Hermione's thoughts kept drifting between her Transfiguration homework and Draco. Why had he asked me if I enjoyed that one night? Did he? No, that's not possible. I mean he's a Malfoy. One of the oldest pureblood families in the wizarding world. He has no interest in me at all. I should just put all my feelings for his aside. Stupid ferret boy! She thought as she got up from her desk realizing that it was quarter past six.
Draco sat in his room thinking as well. You know I wish she would just admit to me that she liked it. It would make my life a lot easier. I mean seriously, I could tell by the way that she blushed that she liked it. She just won't admit to it. I don't know why but I feel like I have hurt her some how. I hope I can talk to her tonight after our meeting with Dumbledore. Oh shit! I got to go! Draco had looked at the clock and seen that it was twenty past six and so he grabbed his parchment and quills and set off for the Head Master's office.
He arrived there just at half past six and when entered the office, he found the two others already waiting for him. He quickly took a seat and got ready to take notes.
The old bespectacled man shifted in his seat and began. "As the Head Boy and Girl this year, you will be in charge of planning the Halloween Ball this year. We will need to figure out the food, entertainment, and decorations."
"Isn't the theme 'Halloween'?" Draco asked, sounding like an idiot.
"Well, that is the holiday. The theme could be something like 'Fairy Tale Characters'." Hermione replied, glaring at Draco.
"That is a wonderful theme, Hermione. That is what we will use then. Everyone must come dressed as a character from a Muggle fairy tale. Do you agree on that theme Draco?" Dumbledore addressed the blonde Slytherin.
"Yeah, that sounds fine to me." He said writing it down on his parchment. "Next."
"Okay then, now that we have the theme, we will get the Weird Sisters to play at the dance. Sound good?"
"Yes," they chimed together.
"Food can be prepared by the House Elves. That pretty much covers all that stuff. Now all that is left is the decorations. I will leave the Great Hall to the two of you at four 'o' clock on the day of the dance. That will allow the two of you some time to put up the decorations and get the place finished off. Sound good?" Dumbledore looked at the two students before him with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Yes sir." They said together.
"Oh one more thing. I forgot that you two will need dates for this dance."
"Well...actually...we can find our own dates if you please sir." Draco said, trying to think of whom he would take.
"Actually I was hoping that, to help spread the idea of school unity, that the two of you would go together. I mean if you don't mind of course."
The two shocked seventeen-year olds looked at each other, and then back at Dumbledore.
"If that is what you want sir." Said Draco behind gritted teeth. Hermione just nodded in agreement.
"Well, then that concludes this meeting. If you two will please retreat to your dormitories I would greatly appreciate it. Goodnight."
"Good night, professor." With that said, the two students left the office and began to make their way back to the dormitories.
As they were walking down the halls there was complete silence. They reached the entry to the common room and said the password Lemon Meringue.
Hermione started retreating up her staircase when she heard someone call her name down below. "Hermione can we please talk?" the annoying Slytherin prince asked.
She sighed a heavy sigh and turned around. "Whatever about?" she asked in a sweet voice that made her seem as if she was an angel.
"Well, there are some things on my mind that I think you should hear." Draco said motioning for her to join him on the couch.
Reluctantly, she made her way back downstairs and over to the couch, sitting on the end farthest from his.
"Start talking." She stated, quite bluntly.
"Okay, first of all I want you to know that when I kissed you, I kissed you because I have developed feelings for you. I don't know why, but I have. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to get you into my bed (though I wouldn't mind it, he thought to himself). I simply wanted to see if there really was a spark there." He sat there and looked at Hermione. The light from the moon was peering in through the skylight above.
"Well...uh..." the words did not seem to be forming in her mouth either. "Well, I must say that you are taking me by surprise right now. I mean, I'm sorry for lashing out at you earlier. I just thought that someone like you could never be attracted to me. I was beginning to develop feelings for you too. I felt them because I was physically drawn to you. There is no doubt about that. But when you kissed me..." she smiled and took in a deep breath while recalling the incident. "...I was in heaven. I mean I felt like I was."
"So, does that mean that you forgive me?" Draco asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
"Well...I don't know. You have been pretty harsh over the past few years." She couldn't help but make him look sad. "I'm just playing. I forgive you." A smile spread across his face as he came closer to kiss her. She held up her finger to his lips. "But there is one little problem."
"What's that?" He asked, aggravated that he didn't get to kiss her again.
"Well, my friends aren't going to be too happy about this. So, for the time being let's lay as low as possible. I mean, I don't think the Slytherins would want you being with a Gryffindor, much less a Muggle-born one. Agreed?" she held out her hand, a smile on her face.
"Agreed." He shook her hand and took this as an opportunity to pull her down on top of his embracing her with his arms. She looked into those steel grey eyes. He stared up into her amber eyes. Both were completely entranced by the other until Draco brought Hermione back to reality by giving her another one of those kisses that made her feel as if she were flying. She broke away from the kiss, and his embrace, much to his dislike.
"Why did you do that?" He asked her, not understanding why she had pulled away.
"Well, this couch isn't all that big now is it?" She said smirking. "Besides, I'm going to take a nice long bath and then go to bed." She said climbing off Draco and the couch.
"Well bust my bubble." Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the sound of him saying that phrase. "Mind if I join you in the tub then?"
"I don't know. I mean we really shouldn't." She said, trying to make him believe that it would never happen. She looked up at his face and saw those big puppy dog eyes. "Fine if you really want to you can."
"Great, so I'll meet you in the bathroom in about ten minutes then?" He asked, keeping his cool. Hermione shook her head in agreement. "Make sure you use the strawberry bubbles. I love strawberries."
"Okay then." With that said they retreated to their separate rooms and got ready for the best bubble bath of their life.
A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the great reviews. I'm so glad that everyone is enjoying this story so much. I hope that ya'll like this chapter. I tried to make it a little longer than the last chapter and it came out 3 pages longer!!! Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it and please review!!!!!