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Chapter 3: Fearful Fate

While Draco was being dragged around Hogsmeade with a very excited Blaise Zambini, Hermione Granger was sitting in her room with her friends Parvati and Lavender. They were going through her wardrobe, pulling out all the things that Hermione could possibly wear for the Gryffindor masquerade ball the following evening.

It was then a very disgruntled Ginny Weasley stormed into the room.

"All of you out!"

Parvati and Lavender started to shuffle out of the room, knowing that Ginny had meant business.

"Wait" Ginny said, "stay"

Parvati and Lavender then sat down on their chairs, while Ginny was pacing around frantically.

"Why, Hermione why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why do you refuse the connections that I set up for you? Seamus is so willing to go to the ball with you, but no, you don't go with him, and despite the countless times he has offered you to be his date! After all the work I have put in to get him to ask you out. All my plotting and arranging! I only want the best for you – "

It was then Ginny was cut out by Lavender and Parvati who started to speak of when they first met Hermione…

"She has always been like this"

"Oh and how we love her for it!"

"We remember when she was just a little 1st year"

"Yes, how innocent and naïve she was"

"And she hasn't changed since!"

"She is like a daughter to us…we care for her"

"Look after her"

"And our favourite"

And then they said in unison, "Dress her"

They then started giggling hysterically.

"Oh, shut up!" Ginny snapped. "You will go to the ball with Seamus! This is only for the best! Trust me Hermione!"

And with that, Ginny had stormed out the room, leaving a flabbergasted Hermione and a pair of girls who couldn't get their hands out of Hermione's hair.

"Don't you worry about her" Lavender said while brushing Hermione's hair.

"All I ever wanted to do was please her! But, I can not do something that doesn't have both my heart and soul in it!" Hermione said, staring blankly into space.

In Hogsmeade

"Here, this is perfect!"

"I won't wear that!" Draco said hysterically.

"Oh, yes you will! A knight…a knight in shining armour!" Blaise said with glee, he then started dancing around the room with part of the knight suit.

"O, o, fair knight, save me! Save me from Harry Potter!"

Draco started doubling over in laughter; Blaise always had the ability to raise his spirits.

"Come now, try it on Draco!"

Draco then stormed into the change room and got dressed. As he walked out, Blaise said quite eagerly:

"You know mate, you have the power to turn a man gay"

"O shut it!" Draco replied. After changing, Draco bought the outfit. Maybe things would look up for him.

The next night…

In the Slytherin rooms, Draco was nearly ready. His outfit was simple, although it left much to be desired. His pants were black cotton, and as had top, was cream cotton with an armour plate over his breast. On his belt he had a long sword. He then took his mask and put it over his eyes. His mask was a cream colour and it stopped just at the bridge of his nose.

After glancing at the mirror, Draco had to smirk. He had to admit, he did look good. He missed looking at himself in the mirror. He never wanted to waste his time with a mirror when he was 'in love'.

Blaise then stormed into the room.

"What in Merlin's name are you wearing Blaise?"

Blaise giggled.

"This…o…I'm Bottom! I'm an ass!"

"You've got that right my friend"

"No, I'm Nick Bottom from a Midsummer's Nights Dream! And with the donkeys head…they will never know who I am!"

"You are crazy my friend!"

"And don't you love it? Come now, we have a ball to get too" Blaise started pulling Draco out the room.

In a few minutes, Draco found himself outside the Great Hall with Blaise.

"I dreamt a dream tonight" Draco said.

"And so did I"

"Well what was yours?"

"That dreamers' often lie"

And with that, Blaise was running into the Hall, dancing with a bottle of beer in his hand.

I fear, too early; for my mind misgives

Some consequence hanging in the stars,

Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

With this night's revels and expire the term

Of a despised life clos'd in my breast,

By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

But He that hath the steerage of my course

Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

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