Malfoy sighed once again. Hermione was going to be very difficult to deal with just to do a stupid dance.

"Why can't we just hire a DJ?" said Malfoy irritably. "Why do you have to make everything so complicated?"

Hermione crossed her arms. "And what DJ would you use? A Slytherin? That's a hell no."

Malfoy laughed. "You think ahead too much. How did you know I was going to use Blaise?"

Hermione propped herself lazily on the couch. "Because I'm smart."

Malfoy followed suit on the couch opposite her. "No, its because you're a 'know-it-all."

Hermione said, "Same thing."

Malfoy was ready for anything to get her off his back. "Fine you can have a Gryfindor DJ. Then will you do it?"

Hermione smirked. "Deal. I'm having Ginny."

Malfoy sputtered out his water that he was drinking. "Her?"

Hermione said, "Well you said a Gryfindor. She's best choice in my opinion."

"Yeah, whatever." Malfoy retorted.

Malfoy sat thinking.

"You know we have to go to the dance together." said Malfoy abruptly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. " How can we go together at a masked dance?"

Malfoy went slightly pink. "Oh yeah. Thank God anyways."

Hermione gave him one last suspicious look and said as equally abruptly, "You Slytherins think that you're so smart. And cunning."

"Because we are..." whispered Malfoy. Something about Malfoy's tone made her nervous.

"I'm going to bed," Hermione snapped. If he was going to act weird than she was better off alone.

"Wait..why?" said Malfoy, a little too desperately.

But by then Hermione already slammed her door.

Hermione was sipping her juice at the Gryfindor table. She was ready to ask Ron something, but she was a little hesitant. Finally she decided to blurt it out.

"Ron if it wasn't a masked ball, would you ask me out?" Hermione said one breath, not looking at him. She suddenly felt embarrassed of asking her best friend that question.

Ron was equally embarrassed. "Um...well..."

"Of course he would have!" said Harry jovially, who couldn't help but listen.

Ron looked at Harry, a little thankful.

Somewhere across the table, a certain girl someone had a very hurt expression on her face, and her heart was ready to tear.

"I want you to stew me a potion that would strengthen me, even if I was on my last breath of life. I will break you up into two and I want you to copy the exact recipe that is on the board.

"Parkinson and Weasly. Crabbe and Browne. Malfoy and Granger..."

Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned. Another torture session. She was already disturbed from the prospect of planning a dance with him and now she had to work with him? Snape always did this on purpose. Hermione shot Snape a very filthy look before going to join Malfoy, who was smirking. Malfoy was obviously pleased that he could have an hour to annoy her. It was always fun to piss off a Gryfindor.

"What is it, Granger? You know you can't make the potion?" said Malfoy slyly.

Hermione grimaced. "Better than you could ever make it."

"Go get the ingredients." demanded Malfoy rudely.

Hermione was taken aback. "No you go get it."

Malfoy kicked the side of the table. "Can't you listen?" he said angrily.

Hermione stared. "Why should I listen to you?"

Malfoy said, "Because you are supposed to listen to people like me!"

It was Hermione's turn to get mad. "Who am I, your slave?"

Malfoy got up to get the ingredients. "Don't ever talk to me again."

Hermione smiled, thinking her day finally went right. "Gladly."

(a/n yes...i'm so sorry that i haven't updated in a long time but who has time for the computer when the beach is around the corner? lol...i'm a disclaimer though)