A/N: This may very well be quite a long story. There is still a lot of plot that I need to get worked out, so those of you who wanted this to end in fewer than 15 chapters may be disappointed a bit. Sorry. Read and review!! Oh yes, and to Kaytlin: I think there is something in A Walk to Remember about it, but I was aiming more for the Prince and Me!

Chapter XI: Bloody Boys!

When Hermione finally returned to the common room, she didn't expect to find anyone up, because it was very late. To her surprise, she found Ginny and Harry talking quietly next to the fire. She could just make out tearstains on Ginny's cheeks, and Hermione decided not to disturb them, so she went up to bed.

What seemed to be an hour later, she heard Ginny's footsteps coming up the stairs. Silently, Hermione slipped out of bed, and met Ginny at the door.

"Everything alright, Gin?"

Ginny sighed. "Yeah, thanks. Harry and I just had a little talk, and he's sad too. He and Cho just broke up I guess, and he's taking it pretty hard. She was so hard on him, Mio, she just, threw it all away; and I don't think he should be treated that way!" Ginny sniffled. Speechless, Hermione hugged her friend, and then went back to her bed.

About three o'clock in the morning, Hermione awoke to a small tapping noise coming from the balcony window off their dorm. Quickly, stealthily, and attempting not to awaken the others, Hermione slipped on her bathrobe and hurried out to the balcony. Hovering just out of sight from the doorway was Draco on his broomstick.

"What in the bloody name of…" Hermione started.

Draco hovered so he was just at her face level. "You left your script book in the library when you left. I'm just returning it."

"Bloody hell, Draco! It's bloody three in the bloody morn, and I'm standing out on a balcony in nothing but pajamas and my bloody bathrobe!" Hermione ranted, face turning red. Draco grinned. "Yes, and you look lovely if I may add."

"Why are you here?" she hissed.

"I told you, Mio, I'm returning your book!"

"Give it here, then."

Draco yawned, and handed her the book. Hermione snatched it up, quickly.

"Is that all then? No 'thanks Draco' or 'goodnight, Draco'?

Hermione leaned over the balcony so that her face was level with Draco's. "Thank you, Draco, and have a goodnight." He smelled really good, she thought. She turned around and started to go inside.

"Goodnight, my Aurora."

Hermione turned around to see where Draco had gone, but he had vanished. When Hermione walked into the dorm, she pulled out her mirror, and examined herself in it. He said I was lovely?! Her hair was pulled half way back into a sloppy bun, and had fallen part way out from sleeping. She was dressed in shorts, a tank top, and her baby blue bathrobe. Overcome by sleepiness, she fell into bed, too tired to even draw her curtains.

Ginny plopped down next to Hermione at breakfast the next morning. "I had the oddest dream last night!" she exclaimed. "I dreamed that Draco was at the balcony window, and…" Hermione snorted in her goblet of milk.

"What's so funny?" asked Ginny.

"Um, that so called 'dream' you had really wasn't one. Draco was just returning my script book." Hermione took a bite of her bacon.

Ginny raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Oh really. You think you can pull that one over on me, do you?"

"Wot is ther tu pol ober?"

Ginny threw Hermione a questioning look.

Hermione swallowed. "I said, what is there to pull over?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Mio, he likes you, you like him, what is there to get?"

"Who likes Mio?"

Hermione and Ginny both blushed, realizing that they had grown louder throughout their conversation, and had attracted the attention of those sitting around them.

"Oh, hey Harry, Hermione and I were just talking about… um… the color that her dress is going to be for the Winter Break Dance."

Harry looked confused. "The color is a guy?"

Ginny and Hermione exchanged looks of nervousness.

"Well um… you see…"

"The color of Hermione's dress is called Johnny Blue." Angelina covered.

"Oh, well, is it pretty?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, very." replied Alicia, catching on to the little game.

Harry shrugged. "Cool. What color is your dress, Ginny?"

"Orlando Green." Said Ginny, and then coughing to cover up her smirk.

"I'd love to see it sometime."

Ginny blushed. "Well, I'll be wearing it to the dance." she hinted.

"Oh, well, I was meaning to ask you…" Harry began to look very nervous and uncomfortable. "Can you pass the marmalade?"

Ginny's face fell, and she looked as if she was about to cry.

"Please?"

Ginny picked up the marmalade, and handed it gently to Harry. Harry then left to go sit down in his seat between Seamus and Dean.

"Thanks for the cover up, guys." whispered Hermione.

Angelina winked. "No sweat."

"But there is one problem, Mio." whispered Alicia.

Ginny and Hermione exchanged horrified glances. "And that would be…"

Alicia grinned. "Finding dresses with the colors of Johnny Blue and Orlando Green!"

The girls that were in on the joke laughed, and with one last longing look at Harry (who was frantically marmalading a piece of toast), Ginny left breakfast, closely followed by Hermione.

As they were leaving the Great Hall, Harry tapped on Ginny's shoulder. Hermione took it as a cue to leave. Harry pulled Ginny off to the side, out of the way of the rest of the kids leaving breakfast.

"Hey Gin?"

"Yeah Harry?"

Harry looked at his feet nervously, hands behind his back. "I wanted to give you something." Then, without warning, Ginny found a piece of toast being shoved into her hand.

"Oh thanks, Harry, but I am really not that hungry." replied Ginny, confusedly.

"No," insisted Harry. "Read it."

Now completely baffled, Ginny looked down at the piece of toast. She could just make out the words that were written in marmalade:

'Will you go to the ball with me?'

Ecstatic and giddy, Ginny squealed, hugged Harry, and ran to show Hermione her piece of toast.

A/N: I couldn't stop writing!! I just had to finish it. After all, didn't want to leave you guys with a cliffhanger or anything. As always, read and review!!!