Chapter 6: Harry's POV

"Hermione, Ron, you did a fabulous job with the decorations. They are so pretty." Lavender said.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Thanks." Hermione said.

Ron mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't understand.

A few minutes later Dumbledore rose from his seat, and stated, "I hope you all have a wonderful time tonight. I think Professor McGonagall, all the prefects, Miss Granger, and Mr. Malfoy (head boy, who knew?) deserve a round of applause for this marvelous evening that is in store for us. (Pauses for a moment, and claps along with the rest of student body and faculty.) Well that's all I have to say. Let the meal begin."

Not a second after he finished those words, the meal appeared. Harry saw Ron lick his lips and stare at the food as if in a trance. The dinner looked spectacular. There was roast beef, chicken, turkey, ham, salad, mashed potatoes, pasta, treacle pudding, brownies, cookies, cherry pie, and pitchers of pumpkin juice. After I was almost through eating, Ginny nudged me.

"Don't fill up too much, Harry. Remember we still have some special dessert for later," Ginny whispered into my ear.

I raised my eyebrows at her, gave her a devilish grin, and put my hand on top of hers, and stroked her soft, delicate hand with my thumb. 'She has such tiny hands. Well, at least compared to mine.' I thought.

Parvati, who had been pretty quiet throughout dinner, then asked Hermione, "How did you work with Draco Malfoy on this ball? He's so obnoxious."

Hermione sighed and said, "Well, I'm not going to deny that he was difficult to work with. He was being an ass, as usual, and not compromising with anyone. After McGonagall came in to check and see how we were doing, we just decided to vote on everything. I would say it worked." Hermione then chuckled to herself.

I noticed that Ron was gaping at Hermione, and also that Hermione was avoiding his gaze. 'Ah...unspoken love. Ginny and I have to do something about this. They have to get hooked up tonight!'

Hermione's POV:

Neville isn't much of a dancer, so I was excited when Seamus asked me to dance.

"Sure!"

The singer we hired, Glenda the Good Witch (A/N: joke-Wizard of Oz- I'm from KS-lol). I was shakin my thing (compliments of all the dance lessons my mum made me take when I was a kid,) when I noticed Ron staring at me. 'Bet he's wishin he is Seamus right now. Ha! Serves him right.'

After the song ended, Seamus said, "Damn, Hermione. I didn't know you were such a good dancer."

"Thanks, Seamus. I'm gonna go get some water, I'm parched!"

I went back to the table and sat down. Harry and Ginny were off dancing to some slow song. I looked around for Ron, but he was no where to be found.

"Where did you learn to dance like that? You were surprisingly good," said a voice, which belonged to a certain blonde I hate.

I looked up at Malfoy, glared, and said, "What's it to you?"

"You know, Hermione, you should be a little nicer to people sometimes," he smirked.

I wanted so much to wipe that smirk right off his face. "Excuse me? Be a little bit nicer? This coming from a person who calls me 'mudblood' every chance he gets." I said, hotly.

"You shouldn't judge people, Granger. Some can change," he said as he gave me a mischievous smile.

That smile was making me sick. 'What the hell's gotten into him?' I thought. "Dance with me."

"No."

"Come on! I'm just going to keep annoying you until you do," he said in a whiny voice.

"Go away."

"Come on!"

"Uh...fine." I wanted to punch him so much, like I did in third year, but there were teachers around. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I danced one, little dance with him. "Don't you dare try and pull anything. I'll be watching you like a hawk."

"Looking forward to it," he said, flirtatiously.

'Eww... What is he up to?' I thought as I walked onto the dance floor, dragging Malfoy behind me.

Ron's POV:

'Why is she doing this to me? Especially with him...'

I was very jealous when I saw Hermione walk onto the dance floor with Malfoy, of all people. 'Maybe I can make her jealous, too, by dancing with Luna.' (I never dance, and she knows it!)

"Luna, do you want to dance?"

"I'd love to Ronald."

We walked out to the dance floor, close enough to Hermione, so I can keep an eye on her, but not close enough to make it obvious. Luna was talking to me, but I wasn't really paying any attention. I was to busy noticing that Malfoy was a little too close to Hermione. The next thing I know Luna leaned in and kissed me. I immediately pulled away, but it was too late. Hermione had seen. She turned her back to me and ran out of the Great Hall. I quickly went after her.

"Hermione!" I shouted.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Please don't forget to review! Chapter 7 should be posted later today, or tomorrow.