DISCLAIMER- Nope, Im still not JK Rowling, nor do I own anything but the plot.

The next few days flew by for Hermione. She had lots of homework, and with her Head duties, she didn't have much time to do anything. Friday had arrived, and the meeting was to happen very soon. Hermione was excited to finally get everything figured out, but she was having doubts about going to Hogsmeade with Blaise and Pansy. Of course, both girls had been very nice to Hermione this past week, and it shocked Hermione how well, nice these girls were. She didn't think that anyone in Slytherin had a heart. She was actually happy that she had been wrong.

She looked at her clock-6:14. Hermione decided to have a quick bath before the girls made their appearance. She grabbed some cloths, and turned her taps on. She decided on the lavender scented bubbles, and some rose petals. She was a romantic at heart, but this was a guarded secret of hers. No one really pried into her love life, or at this point, lack thereof, so it wasn't anyone's business.

Hermione let herself sink into her bath, and thought about the week. It certainly had been quite a shock finding out about Pansy liking Ron. Really, who would have thought it? Hermione certainly hadn't, but then again, she hadn't really known Pansy before now. She was amazed at how smart she actually was. She always picked her off as a ditz and, if truth be told, a little bit of a whore. She couldn't believe how wrong she was, and felt ashamed of her previous opinions.

Hermione was lost in her thoughts as she washed her body and hair, finally getting out of the bath when she was feeling herself pruning. She dried herself off, and put some cloths on- black pants and a red tank top. She dried her hair off, and threw it up in a ponytail. She walked back to her room, put some shoes on, and walked out into the common room just as Blaise and Pansy walked through the door.

Hermione went down to meet them, finding Draco already there. They were all Slytherin, she realized, she was alone, the lonely Gryffindor. Hermione didn't really mind, since she was trying to make friends that were in different houses. She already had quite a number of them in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, as well as her own, so why not Slytherin?

"Hi Pansy, Blaise. How are you?" Hermione said cheerfully, still on her way down her stairs.

"Oh, great Hermione, just great!! This is one hell of a room! I wish that I got the head position!" Pansy said looking around the room. Blaise was doing the same, a look of awe in her eyes.

"Ya, well, I like it a lot too." Hermione said, blushing.

"Enough about the room, while it is fabulous, it isn't why we are here. The theme of the dance" Draco said, slightly annoyed that girls could talk so damn much without getting anything done.

"Right" Pansy said. "Well, there's always the masquerade theme, the death and graveyard theme, the pumpkin theme and all that. What do you guys want?"

"I like the graveyard idea, but perhaps we can make it a masquerade. You know, everyone dresses up, but the Great hall looks like a graveyard, and we can have tombstones with everyone's names on them, and at midnight, they have to go to their stone." Hermione suggested.

"I like it. It could work, but we would have to get a list of everyone attending before the ball, so that we can have enough stones. Now, what years are going to allowed to come?" Draco asked.

"I think that we should have this one fourth year and above, but we should have something for the younger years too. Maybe each house can have a little party in their common rooms." Blaise said. "And shouldn't we let the other prefects know what's going on?"

"Yes, we should actually. Pansy, owl the prefects, calling a meeting, here in the heads dorm. Make sure they know which portrait to come to. Blaise, can you help her?" Draco said, walking to his desk.

"Sure thing Draco." Blaise said, following Pansy out the door.

"Granger, we'll need to make a new password as soon as they all leave. Also, one of us should be writing all of this down, and we have to inform Dumbledore about what we have decided as soon as this meeting is over." Draco said, taking some parchment and a quill off his desk, and walking over to the couches.

"Well, Malfoy, since you seem to be rather keen on writing this down, Ill write the letter to Dumbledore and owl it." Hermione said, watching him place everything on a table.

"Fine." Draco said.

The meeting went very well, and everyone agreed about the theme, and suggested other props and decorations for the Great Hall. Draco wrote all the necessary details down, while Hermione did the same, getting it ready to send to Dumbledore. Once the meeting was over, it was quite late indeed. Hermione send her message, and walked back to the common room, ready to go to bed.

She was just climbing her stairs when she heard a voice coming from Draco's room. She knew that everyone had left, so she wondered whom he was talking to. She walked closer to his room, and listened carefully.

"The same old feelings are taking over, and I can't seem to make them go away."

He was singing, Hermione realized. He really did have such a nice voice, when he wasn't calling people names, or teasing them or using the biting sarcasm that was typical of a Malfoy.

"I'm failing again, never to change this"

Hermione walked back to her room, excited about going to Hogsmeade the next day, but wondering what in the hell Draco was singing. It sounded...well, it sounded sad. Like he actually had a heart somewhere deep inside of him, and that it was broken. That was it, he sounded broken and lost. He sounded like she felt.

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