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"And make sure the elfs prepare the final meals for the feast, Minerva," Dumbledore was talking to Professor McGonagall at the Teachers' Table. "I am quite excited about the Halloween Unity Feast." They were surprised when a horror-stricken Ronald Weasley came up to their table, trying to be as calm as possible and not attract attention.

"Professor," he whispered. "It's Harry, he's..." But the headmaster had already gotten up, told the Deputy headmistress to keep a close eye on the children, and then the two were making their way down the Great Hall. Some people's heads turned peculiarly, but others were too immersed in talking about Professor Tonks' new hairstyle: black and short - like Velma Kelly in Chicago. The day before it had been red like Mary Jane in Spiderman. They were quite fascinated with the Professor, despite her weekend assignment of a Defense History essay.

"I wish I were a metamorphosus," sighed Lavender Brown dreamily.

Ron didn't spot Malfoy or Hermione at dinner. He suspected the two were in the library or some such. He didn't approve, but didn't really have a say in it either.

As soon as the two were out of earshot, their pace began to quicken.

"He's on the Quidditch field, Professor," said Ron at last. "He's had... an outburst. I think it was... You-Know-Who," Ron explained, still fearing to say the name. "He said that muggle-borns will get it first..." He thought of his best friend, Hermione.

"And what did Harry say? I presume the voice was that of Voldemort's?"

Ron flinched at the name, expecting Dumbledore to cry out 'Oh, get over it kid!' but of course no such thing happened. "Yeah. He's unconcious. I left him there with Hagrid - he was the closest and..."

They finally reached the field where they found Hagrid anxiously crouching over Harry's limp body. Dumbledore muttered a curse and a dizzy Harry woke up to three familiar faces.

"What happened?" he said, confused, but then remembered the evens of the evening. "Oh..." He tried his best to avoid eye contact with Dumbledore for two reasons. One: he was still sort of upset at him from the previous year, and two because he didn't know when Voldemort would pop up again. "I tried to fight him... but..."

"He tapped into the most intimate thoughts," said Dumbledore knowingly. "What did you see?"

"I... it was a figure in black and then a snake. And then a short, plump guy crouching in the corner preparing some milk." Harry said, trying to figure out what he had just seen.

"Ah," said Dumbledore. "Because these attacks will only increase, I will have to cancel the first visit to Hogsmeade scheduled for tomorrow. You, Harry, go to Madame Pomfrey and get a redeeming potion, perhaps. Ron, you may go with him."

"Oh, I'd like ter see that You-Know-Who witherin' in pain!" exclaimed Hagrid to Dumbledore when Ron and Harry started walking away.

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Meanwhile, Hermione and Malfoy were in the library working on their Defense History essay. Actually, Hermione was working and Malfoy was totally puzzled. He didn't see how he was suppose to write about Merlin inventing the Unforgivable curses. Why would he create them anyway? If they caused so much evil? Truth be told, he needed help. But Hermione wasn't looking up across at him, and hadn't for the passed fifteen minutes they had been there.

"This is ridiculous!" Malfoy finally said. "Look, I'm sorry about your bloody mother!"

Hermione just shot him a cold glare and looked back down at her paperwork.

Malfoy really needed help, and he was in one of his moods where he was feeling sensative (it was extra rare). He just wanted to cup her chin and say, "I'm sorry, I truly am," looking straight into those honey-colored eyes.

Actually he did.

They were both surprised at this, but Hermione agreed to help him on whatever he needed. It was an awkward feeling for her. He didn't know what went through himself, and neither did she. It was a sudden shock, but they spoke nothing of it afterwards.

They walked out the library together, a bit later than they should have been out. Luckily for them they were Prefects.

"Out tryin' to cause trouble are we?" The old caretaker, Filch, said, grunting. His cat, Mrs. Norris peered out suspiciously behind him with her yellow eyes. "You're lucky that we don't cause punishments down in the dungeons anymore, gosh I miss the screamin'."

"Just on duty," Malfoy replied innocently and nonchalantly. Hermione just shuddered.

Filch was about to argue, but was interrupted by the sudden bang down a corridor below. It was followed by a childish cackle.

"Damn that Peeves!" The caretaker made his way down to the sounds.

As the two Prefects made their way down the corridor, Luna Lovegood turned a corner and met up with them.

"Isn't it late?" Malfoy said susiciously.

"That's why I'm going to my room." Luna said, tilting her head at Malfoy. He was kind of disturbed by the gesture. She turned to Hermione. "I saw Ronald," her gaze became dreamy, "He was walking with Harry to the Hospital Wing. It turns out Harry Potter's gone unconcious!" Her words may have been far-fetched, and even Malfoy cast an awkward look. Luna left and walked along her corridor, and when Malfoy was going to ask where Hermione was going, she was already gone.

So Malfoy just walked along to his Portrait hole. He reached it, only to find his most annoying, yet satisfying, friend, I guess you could say - Pansy Parkinson.

"Hello, Draco," she said seducingly. "Would you care to spend a night with me?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "No, not tonight, my dear Pansy."

She pouted playfully, slipping her arm around him. "Why not?"

"Because I don't."

She looked at him carefully. "You just got back from the library with Granger?"

"If you must know, yes."

"I bet you couldn't - well you know..." she smiled maliciously.

Malfoy just arched an eyebrow. He didn't want to do to Hermione what he did to those other girls - but then again she was just a mudblood right? He didn't have feelings for her. How could it hurt? And he didn't want anyone - especially Pansy - to think he had gone soft.

He quickly replied, not looking too contemplative. "You really don't think so? I bet I can."

"Is that a bet?" she said stupidly.

That's what I just said, you idiot, Malfoy thought in his head. "Yes. You can start saving your money, because I'm going to win 10 galleons within a few months."

"Dream on," she said, giving him a half-smile now.

Malfoy just rolled his eyes and walked into the Portrait hole after muttering the password (pureblood). She slowly followed after him, whispering to herself: "I will make sure I win, under any circumstance!"

A/N: This chapter was originally longer, but I had to rewrite it because I stupidly accidentally saved the next chapter under this chapter name... urgh. So yeah. And it was not my intent to put a 'bet' into this story, but it might add some spice. Anyway, review!

Seirra: The new chasers are the Creevey brothers and Ginny. Ron's the keeper, Seamus and Dean are the beaters and Harry's the seeker. I hope you like this chapter! Sorry for the freaky outburst! hehe