Title: Halloween Havoc

Author: Mistress-cadaver

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own this… the owner owns this.

Teaser: Everyone's got their own dates; except for him… everyone had someone, except for him. But when she came, even his friends were shocked of the results of Dumbledore's unity project.

Chapter dedication: angel-within, Wind-Alchemist, Black Aliss, Brittany, Slytherin Queen

Chapter 2:

Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm hopeless."

"I mean if we weren't in the same house, I'd certainly go out with you."

"Really?" He said, starting to believe her.

"Of course." She answered in a manner that seemed to sound like a 'hell no!' to Ron.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm not just saying that to make you feel better." Hermione laughed. "I'm telling you that truth."

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Pansy walked across the empty hallway; thinking about what Draco said to Crabbe. No one has asked her yet. Maybe what he said to his lackey is the same with her, why would any one want to go with her, when they have Hermione? She's prettier and not to mention smarter than her. Who was she to ever wish someone would like her?

"Well Parkinson!" A voice rang. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your master, doing everything he wants you to do?"

Pansy looked at the owner of the voice and rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for one of your daily insults, Weasley."

"Oh!" He spat. "Suddenly lost your spark, aye… I bet-" Ron backed away as he saw something that was taboo to Parkinson's being; her eyes… there was something in her eyes that made him stop.

Pansy walked passed him, never minding the look he was giving her.

What was with Pansy anyway? She seemed to empty and lonely. She was never like that, she was as hard as nails to him… she'd normally say something to everything he says.

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"Why didn't you come with me a while ago?!" Draco snapped as soon as she arrived the common room.

"I was busy with something Malfoy."

"Busy with what?! Looking for a date?!" He sneered. "Don't hope so hard, Parkinson… you're like Crabbe, you-"

"I know I can never find someone; I'm too stupid for dates." She said. "Now can you please quit it?!"

Draco was taken a back, they always joke around like that, and she never did mind everything that he said. "What's wrong with you Parkinson?" He looked at her, with his voice starting to mellow. "Did that Weasel tease you again?"

"He didn't." She murmured. "I just thought about what you said to Crabbe… and I think you're right about that… but it doesn't concern him, I can never find a date. Who am I to rival Granger?"

"Don't tell me that Granger's better!" He said, voice starting to rise with fury. "That mud blood can never rival your skills."

Blaise and the other Slytherins nodded with agreement to what Draco said.

"You know Pansy; you're just stressed out with school." Blaise laughed. "Why not just try to relax."

"I'm not stressed out, okay? I'm just… thinking about something, that's all." 'Why did Weasley stop? Knowing Weasley, there must be something behind it.'

"Whatever." Draco sneered and finally left the common room to get some fresh air.

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"She was empty." Ron said with dismay.

"Why the long face, then?" Harry raised a brow.

"I know that this may sound silly, but, I really think we should help her with something."

"With what?" Hermione laughed. "Help her with her crusade against us Gryffindors?"

"Very funny, Mione… I'm talking about her being dateless."

"So you're going with her to the dance?" Harry answered with disbelief.

"Hell no! I was thinking more of Finnegan or maybe Longbottom."

"Hello mister match-maker," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Finnegan is going with a Ravenclaw. And Longbottom is going with a Hufflepuff."

"Really?!" Ron exclaimed. "Even Neville has more luck than me."

"Well it just shows that Neville just has it in him." Harry laughed.

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"No really…" Blaise stroked her hair. "Why not tell me your problem."

"I…" She sobbed. "I don't know why I'm like this… maybe it's because I'm just pressured about that deatheater thing."

"Look…" He paused, pulling his sleeves. "Having the mark doesn't change anything in you… you'll still be the same."

"You mean, you already got your…"

"I didn't change, right?" He nodded. "But I beg you to keep this just between us."

"Sure." She smiled. "I'm just glad that I don't have to change when I get that mark."

"To tell you the truth, the mark has got nothing to do with who you are."

She rolled her eyes; to a pureblood, the dark mark means the world… and not having that only means one thing, they're too weak to have one.

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"As if!" Hermione snapped.

"Well Granger, either that or you're just plain in love with Malfoy." Harry laughed.

"Well it doesn't mean that I can't stop thinking about him, it doesn't I'm in love with him."

"What does it mean then?" Ron rolled his eyes. "We've been talking about Malfoy for such a long period of time; can we talk about something else for pete's sake?"

"What about the latest scoop?" Hermione giggled.

"What about it?" The two boys chorused.

"Well, only the juiciest news can be talked about in the girl's lavatories and guess what I heard from Ginny?"

"You talk about your lavatory as if it were a talk show thing."

"Well, unlike you boys who only take pride on competing on whose non-sense thing is bigger, we girls talk about more important things in life." She began. "But that's not the point… I heard that Parkinson still has not date."

"So?" Ron rolled his eyes. "We already know Mione."

"And… here's the scoop… she was thinking about asking Ron to the dance."

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Hermione shook her head and raised a brow. "Oh look Ron; you just got yourself a date."

"I'd rather be dateless than go with that Slytherin Ice Queen. I'll never go out with her."

"Never say never." Harry said. "That's what I heard Ginny say."

Ron mumbled. "Whatever."

Author's note: Here's the second chapter!!! I finally got the time to write it.