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Chapter Three

Hermione woke with a start the next morning. She rolled over and looked at her clock. 10:00 AM. She jumped out of bed, hurriedly pulled her jeans on, threw on a sparkly lime green tank top and ran out of her room.

Straight into Draco.

Draco rubbed his eyes. Was this an angel standing in front of him? "Hermione?"

"Draco! We have to go, we missed our study hall and the exam started half an hour ago!" Hermione rushed to the hook where her robe was hanging.

"Whoa, Hermione. Exams and classes and study halls are over. No more. Finito. Tidak Adah. We have full run of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, remember?"

Hermione smacked her head on the wall, her cheeks bright red. "I just made the biggest fool of myself," she commented in between smacks.

Draco laughed. "Go get ready properly. I'll meet you outside the Great Hall at 11 and we can start planning the ball. We have a partay to plan!" While saying the last sentence, Draco danced around the room.

Hermione smiled and blushed as she thought about how sexy that was. She walked back through her room and into her bathroom. She turned the shower on hot and brushed out her long hair. After brushing her teeth, rinsing, and spitting, she undressed and jumped gracefully into the shower.

She washed her hair with Herbal Essences she brought with her to Hogwarts. As she shaved her legs, she wondered if Draco had any plans for the ball. Rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, she thought of that letter tucked under her pillow. She hadn't signed her name. She would drop it off in the owlery on her way to breakfast.

Hermione grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, putting a drying spell on her hair. She pulled on a short jean skirt with a slit up the middle, the same glittery top she'd had on earlier, and lime green glittery platforms to hide how short she was. Hermione had stopped growing at about 160 centimeters (5'3") and was very self-conscious about how short she was, but was beginning to enjoy being petite. She admired herself in the mirror before applying makeup.

What she saw pleased Hermione. The green top was tight and brought out the green in her hazel eyes. The skirt was low on her hips and showed about 6 centimeters (a little over an inch) of midriff. She swept a mascara wand through her long lashes, dabbed a little concealer over her freckles, and applied a little glitter on her eyelids. She swept half of her hair back in a lime green clip, twirled in the mirror, and headed down to breakfast by way of the owlery.

As she walked into the Great Hall, heads turned. Plenty of 7th year boys had asked her on dates, and she would politely decline with an, "I'm sorry, I'm just not up to dating yet."

She walked over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed a piece of toast while ruffling Mark's hair. "Hermione! Please! I'm with my friends here!" Mark protested, wiggling out of her hug.

"Fine, fine. I see how it is; just leave your big sister because you don't love her anymore."

"'Mione! You know I love you! But, please, not around my friends!"

Hermione kissed Mark on the forehead and left before he could protest again. She left the Great Hall and met Draco outside. As they walked to the Headmaster's office to tell him the plans they had made so far, and to get permission to put up flyers in Hogsmeade, Hermione told Draco about her plan.

"Ok, so, I had this great idea while I was in the shower. I thought it could be kind of a masquerade for the first half. We would arrive in cloaks with the hoods up and masks on. There is a voice changing spell that I know that is very simple that everyone could perform, so there would be no way to tell people apart. Then we would begin the ball with the first dance. The only thing is, we wouldn't be able to dance together because we would then know who each other were.

Now, I was thinking, people could give hints, before the ball, as to what color cloak or mask they were wearing. It wouldn't be obligatory, but you know, Harry might like to give hints to Ginny, and vice versa. Couples would be the ones doing it, probably. And anonymous owls could be sent with invites like 'I'll be wearing a blue mask, meet me by the punch table' or whatever.

So, after the first half, we would sit down at the tables for dinner, and then unmask, perform the counter spells, and uncloak. Then we could eat and continue with the ball." Hermione looked at Draco expectantly, "Well, what do you think?"

Draco replied with utmost sincerity, "I think it is the best idea I have ever heard. Professor Dumbledore is going to love it!"

The two gave the password, "Gummy worms," and entered the Headmaster's rooms. After Hermione repeated her idea, Professor Dumbledore clapped.

"That's a wonderful idea! And of course you two can put up flyers! Now, go go! Get everything ready!"

Draco and Hermione walked into Hogsmeade an hour later with a stack of brightly colored parchment.

Interested in playing for the Hogwarts Graduating Year?
 Have a band?
 Come to auditions on Wednesday at noon in the Great Hall at Hogwarts!!
 Bring wizarding songs, muggle songs, and original songs.
 Drums will be provided.

They tacked up flyers in every store window in Hogsmeade. "There," said Draco, tacking up the last one, "There is no way we should have a shortage of bands coming to audition." Hermione nodded and the two set off to their common room to make up the invitations.

After an exhausting 5 hours of invitations, menus, and talking to teachers about decorations. Draco collapsed on the couch with his hand in a dramatic swoon on his forehead. "I do not think I can go on for another second! No, you must just leave me here to die, Hermione!"

"Oh get up, you big baby," Hermione replied, attempting to pull him off the couch.

Draco, however, was a lot stronger than Hermione thought, and she ended up on top of him. Hazel eyes met gray eyes. Two mouths leaned in and met. A minute later, Hermione had jumped off Draco and ran out the door, leaving him with an, "I want to check with the house elves about the menu!"

Draco stared up at the ceiling, playing that moment over and over in his head. I kissed Hermione. Oh My God, we just made out on this couch. On this very couch that I am laying on. What the heck just happened? Oh My God, she must hate me. How could I!?

Draco walked down to dinner and sat through the whole thing, eating maybe two bites, keeping his eyes glued to his plate. When he was finished, he went back up to his dorm and stayed in there.

Hermione crept into her room and sat down with her diary.

Dear Diary,

Today I kissed Draco. Yes, that's right, I kissed him. I don't know what came over me. No, this wasn't like when I kissed him in the hospital. This time he was actually conscious. I don't know why. Well, actually, I do. But really, I should have some control. He must hate me now. It's just as well I won't see him again after graduation. I will be off to magic university to become a teacher and I will just have to forget about him. Ok, maybe not forget about him, but at least just pine from a distance. I have to...it's the only way.

Suddenly, there was an owl tapping on Draco's window. He looked up from the book he was reading, sighed as he put a book mark in his page, and went to go open the window. The owl flew in and landed on Draco's finger. He took the folded piece of parchment and opened it, sitting on his bed as the owl flew away.

Dear Draco,

One day, we will find ourselves thinking of the other and wondering pleasantly whatever happened to the other. I can't go longer without you knowing how I feel. I watch you from afar and wish you would turn around and see me. I wish you could know how I feel. So, I must write you this, pouring out my heart to you.

Every moment of the day, I think about you. I long to be in your arms. I wish I could look you in the eyes and feel loved. Your beautiful eyes. I will always be watching over you, hoping you'll come to me.

It was unsigned. Great, thought Draco, now I have some evil stalker to deal with on top of this whole Hermione thing.

He fell asleep playing his guitar, looking out the window, and wishing on a star.

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