Chapter two-
A couple of hours later, Hermione set down her quill, satisfied with her work. She checked her watch, and was startled at just how late it was already. Dinner had started quite some time ago, and she leapt up off of her bed, and quickly ran a brush through her cinnamon curls, when a knocking resounded throughout the room. She answered it, and found two familiar panicked faces looking back at her.
'There you are!' Ron said, looking relieved.
'We were worried about you, Mione' Harry said. 'Why weren't you at dinner?'
'I was just doing some homework; I didn't realize what time it was.' She answered.
Harry shifted a bit, and Hermione caught a glimpse of the sandy haired girl standing behind him.
'Hey Luna,' Hermione greeted, smiling warmly. Luna also happened to be Harry's girlfriend, and seeing as Harry was always around the two girls had become quite close.
'Oh, hello Hermione,' Luna replied dreamily, returning the smile, as they all turned and made their way back down the stairs, Hermione in tow. A loud grumble from Hermione's stomach brought her to realize that she still hadn't eaten yet, and together, the friends all set of for the Great hall.
Half an hour later, Hermione plunked down on the very Gryffindor couch in the common room (Malfoy never sat on it), full of a delicious dinner. She opened one of her favorite books, and eagerly flipped through it to the first page. She began to read, and drifted of into her own little world, where there was no Malfoy, no responsibilities, and no problems whatsoever. Perhaps that was why Hermione was reading more than usual lately. But Hermione was soon thrown out of her perfect world, as the portrait opened and closed with a snap. A tall blonde boy stalked in, but he gave no indication that there was even another being in the room. But this didn't bother Hermione in the least. Because this had been the routine for quite some time now, but they had no idea that that, was all about to change. The portrait
swung forward a second time, disturbing Hermione once again from her book. Now she was starting to get annoyed. She opened her mouth angrily, expecting to see Pansy, but it was not. She hastily shut her mouth as Professor McGonagall approached.
'Good evening.' She greeted curtly with a nod of her head. 'I'm her to inform you that as the Head boy and girl, Professor Dumbledore and myself have decided to put the Halloween ball in your care. That means-'she continued as the two teens opened their mouths to question her. 'That you are in charge of everything. Food, time, costumes or no costumes, music, and so on.'
'I'm not working with her.' Draco said simply, looking repulsed at the very thought. 'There is no way.'
'Same here. Professor isn't there another way-'Hermione began, but Professor McGonagall cut across her.
'You will work together, to plan this.' She said in a finalizing tone so that they knew the topic was not up for discussion. 'You mean to tell me, that you have been living in the same dwelling for a little over a month and you still haven't established some sort of truce?'
They shook their heads.
'Well, make one. You will have one week. Goodnight to you.' And she was gone.
'A week?' Hermione echoed. 'How are we going to plan an entire dance in just one week? We aren't excused from homework or anything!'
'Well,' said Malfoy, seeming completely disconcerned.'Good luck.'
'What do you mean 'good luck'?' Hermione demanded rounding on him. 'We're supposed to work together.'
He raised an eyebrow in her direction. 'Work? Me? I don't think so.'
'I think so, you better get used to it.'
'What? You're serious? You actually expect me to participate in planning a dance?'
'You're Head boy!'
'So?'
'Draco Malfoy.' Hermione whispered dangerously, advancing on him.' Let's get one thing clear here. I am not going to do all this myself and let you take half the credit. You will help me plan this dance, AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT IT!'
Author's note: Ya I know, weird place to leave off. I'll update again as soon as I can. Thanks to my reviewers! It means a lot!
-Jellybeanz :)
