Disclaimer: I don't own harry Potter, but I do own the Prefects.

Hermione sat in an armchair, fiddling with her red and gold tie. When she had loosened it, she pulled a large textbook into her lap and started to read. Harry came down the stairs and tensed when he saw her. "Oh, hello Harry" Hermione said, smiling at him.

"Hi Hermione" Harry replied stiffly, hurring to the entrance. Hermione marked her page and shiffted the book of her lap. She got up and followed Harry, trotting to catch up with him. Hermione placed her hand on his arm and whirled him around. Harry looked anywhere but her face, "Harry, look at me" Hermione demanded. Harry reluctantly lifted his eyes to her face. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Nothing,"
"Harry, I have known you for seven years, I can tell when you are lying!"

"It's nothing alright!" Harry broke her grip and hurried out to door.

Hermione walked down the stairs and into the Great hall and sat down, beginning to eat the cooked chicken infront of her. Ginny walked into the hall, her face beaming. Hermione smiled widely "Ginny!" she cried, embracing Ginny tightly. "I was beginning to think you would never come out!"Hermione said, sitting down again.

"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey finally let me out, after about forty blood tests!" Ginny exclaimed.

"You must be hungry, I know how much Madam Pomfrey hates food in the Hospital Wing" Hermione laughed. Ginny nodded and started to pile mashed potato onto her plate. Professor Dumbledoor stood up and the chatter died down. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Dumbledoor was saying "I would like to announce that we are having another Yule Ball. The Head Boy and Girl will consider any suggestions of activities, costumes, food and drink. Feel free to contact them with ideas. For those who don't know who the heads are, they are Hermione Granger – from Gryffindor and Terry Boot – from Ravenclaw. Please, continue to eat." The old, tall man sat in his chair and went into a deep conversation with Professor Flitwick.

Hermione was sitting in large room, filled with beanbags. This was were Professor Dumbledoor held the meetings concerning the Heads and Prefects. She sat next to Terry, a tall blonde boy. She was surrounded by Lenora Jacobs, Brian Lock, (Gryffindor Prefects) Jeanie Smith, Tony Lowe (Ravenclaw) Tom Fox, Christina Nestor (Slytherin) Isabella King and Ricky Hitch (Hufflepuff.) Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose in dispair. Terry had long given up on helping the Prefects choose a theme, but most of them were to rude, arrogant or to stupid to take his advice. Hermione stole a glance at Terry, who was watching her with dark blue eyes. She lent over and whispered "Do you think we should tell them that we are the ones who choose and organize the ball?" into Terry's ear. Terry nodded and said very loudly so he would be heard over the loud chatter coming from the fith-years. "Everybody, we thankyou for the help you have provided, but I must remind you that it is us who organize the ball, not you. You are all exused" he sat down and looked into the slightly shocked faces of the eight younger people around him. One by one they stood up and left, grumbling about how unfair it was. Hermione smiled at Terry and took out her notepad and a quill.

Harry was flying around the Quidditch pitch. As the captain, Harry was responsible for getting the team ready to play. His warm up activities included setting a flight course around the pitch and getting the team to follow it. Ron was doing loop-the-loops on his new broom. "RON!" Harry bellowed "GET IN LINE!" Ron gave Harry a look but reluctantly flew to the end of the line. Harry blew his whistle and the team settled on the ground. "Now this time…" Harry began.

Hermione flopped into a large armchair. She opened Potions and Posie and settled back, waiting for her friends come back from Quidditch practice. 'The art of potion making is based not the skill, but on the true intention. If you were to make a Life-Extending potion, but for the wrong reason, the results would be bad. But if you were to make the same potion for a different reason, a good reason, the result would be better.' Hermione read. She snapped the book shut and reached for her homework.

Two mud-splatted figures of Harry and Ron stumbled into the Gryffindor Common Room two hours later. Hermione was sitting in a large armchair reading some notes from her notepad. The fire's light was refecting of her silky, brown hair. She glanced up at the muddied boys and grinned. "How was practice?" Hermione said sarcasticly. Ron grumbled an answer and both boys treked up the stairs to the bathroom.

When they cam down again, Hermione was staring vacantly into the raging fire. "Hermione!" Ron called, waving a hand infront of her face. Hermione lifted her gaze to meet Harry's and held it. Harry shifted and broke her gaze. "What's that?" Ron said, pointing to the open notebook in her lap.

"This?" Hermione held up the small notepad "I have written down the ideas Terry and I have thought of for the Yule ball. And, before you ask Ron, yes you can look at it." Hermione held the notebook out and Ron took it, flipping through the pages. Harry glanced over Ron's shoulders and read some of Hermione's ideas.

Dress:

Masked Ball

Romantic

Free Dress

Food and Drinks:

Topical Punch

Strawberry Punch

Lemon Punch

Butter Beer

Fire Whisky (Teachers Only)

Menus.

Music:

Romantic

Jazz

Waltz

Tango

Harry quickly read her notes and looked at her, only to find Hermione was watching him. "Er.. I have to go to bed now," Harry muttered, dashing up the stairs. Hermione raised her eyebrows at Ron, who shrugged and went back to reading.

After some time, Hermione grabbed her notebook from Ron and started up the stairs. Lavender was sitting on her bed, reading the Witches Weekly. Hermione smiled in greeting and sat on Lavenders bed. "Lavender, I'm really worried about Harry. He is acting so weird around me and I have no idea why." Hermione said, looking at Lavender for advice.

"Hmm. Sounds to me that he likes you…" Lavender let the thought hang in the air.

Hermione shook her head and protested "No, he can't!"

"Why?"

"Because he's my friend!"

"I also think that you like Harry"

"Yes, he's my friend, if I didn't like him, he wouldn't be my friend!"

"Not in that manner, silly, I think he likes you in more ways than as a friend"

It dawned on Hermione.

"No!" Hermione said, refusing to believe it.

"Suit your self, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Hermione"

"Goodnight Lavender" Hermione climbed into her own bed and drew the hangings.

Hermione lay in bed, staring at the closed red velvet hangings. Harry's been acting so stangely, and I have no idea why. Hermione thought. Maybe he likes me… no, never! I'm just over-reacting. Maybe he had a bad or something! Why am I so concerned? Crap! I like Harry! That would explain why I am so concerned! Lavender was right, I DO like him, and not just in the friendly manner! I can't just tell him, that might ruin our friendship! What on earth am I going to do?

There we are! Finished!. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will update and thanks for all the reviews!

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