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Chapter 3: another boring old heads meeting with Dumbledore

Luckily, I got to Dumbledore's office on time, but not without having a massive stitch growing in my abdomen. I arrived at the bottom of the stairwell leading to Dumbledore's

Office and leaned over with my hands on my knees to catch my break back.

'I really need to start exercising' I made a little mental note. I haven't done any exercise in about 2 months now; it's really starting to show.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I was breathing so loudly that the little first years around the corner could hear me. One of the girls came over and asked if I was alright.

"Are you alright?" she asked nervously.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." She then turned around and started off in the opposite direction. I gathered up my things and brushed a few bread crumbs off of my robe, took out my pocket sized mirror from my bag and checked my make-up. I don't wear much make-up, just some lipgloss, powder and mascara.

"I hope you're not making yourself look good for me Granger. Because no matter how much make up you put on, you'll still be the bushy haired know-it-all mudblood I've have to live with for the whole of my school life."

'Hair, hmm'

"Speaking of hair," I ignored his comment. "How was washing your hair this morning with plain water?" I bet you all my money that he backed down and used my shampoo.

"Actually, I used the shampoo that you gave me. It isn't nearly as good as mine, but I can tell you it's better than one thing."

'I'm right, didn't I tell you?'

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Dirt" I knew I shouldn't have asked him.

"So... that means that you wash your hair with dirt" Heh, heh. I wanna know how he gets himself out of this one.

We were standing outside Dumbledore's door and just as Malfoy was going to reply, Dumbledore called out "Come in!"

'Oh damn, I nearly had him there'

Malfoy and I walked into the room, pulled out our chairs from under Dumbledore's desk and sat down.

"Good morning Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy"

'Yeah, good morning indeed' note the sarcasm. And from there, Dumbledore and Malfoy began discussing the plans for the Christmas ball.

'Oh, I have an idea.'

"Excuse me professor"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore turned towards me and looked across expectantly. Malfoy on the other hand looked quite pissed.

'Then he should go change his pants!' a little voice inside my head laughed at its own joke.

'I hope you didn't think that was funny'

'Uh, no, of course not' right...anyway.

"Would I be able by any chance to get the records for the past balls that Hogwarts has held? I mean, I could get some ideas from them" If he does, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for me. Who came up with this stupid idea anyway? I mean, dressing up in gowns, wearing a ton of makeup and spraining your ankle on high heel shoes? If that's what people's idea of fun now-a-days is, then what is this world coming to! Am I the only sane one on this earth?

'No, and me too!'

"I'm so sorry Miss Granger, but unfortunately, apart from the Yule balls that we held, this is the first school ball we've ever had" His facial expression was sad and sympathetic, but I know that inside that lunicle( A/N: is that even a word?) head of his, he's laughing his head off.

"Oh, that's quite alright, I'll just have to ask around for ideas then."

'Quite alright my arse!'

After another 20 minutes of discussion, we were finally let out of his office and back into out normal lives. Well, nearly normal lives.

"Is it just me, or were you trying to take a shortcut into this ball planning business?" Malfoy asked smugly.

"It must be you" Heh, heh, I got him there. And with that, I left him behind looking utterly disgusted and walked towards my dormitory.

'You know what?'

'What'

'From the outside looking in, you're just an innocent little girl, but really, you're just as

guilty as anyone else!'

'You know what?'

'What?'

'You're right'