A/N: Hope you like this chappy. And don't forget to review. I'd say more, but I decorated the house for Christmas today and I'm kinda wiped out.

ErikandChristine- I'm sorry you don't like it when they're in a grudge, but I promise that it want last long. clears throat They might even make up in this chappy. clears throat again Hermione got free, because the spell that was cast on her wore off towards morning. Maybe I should've mentioned that.

At lunch, Harry, Ron, and Jacqueline sat in different spots, away from each other. Hermione seemed to be missing again. Everyone noticed the distance and figured they were fighting again. In the middle of the meal, Professor McGonagall walked up to the trio and told them to follow her. Silently the three followed her looking coldly upon each other. They came upon Dumbledore's office and climbed the stairs. When they entered, they saw Hermione sitting in front of a small group of Professors quietly.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley… Ms. Mireille," said Dumbledore, and then motioning towards McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout, "The Professors and I have listened to Ms. Granger's account of the events. Now, it will be only fair to listen to your accounts of the story."

Harry, Ron, and Jacqui exchanged cold glances and sat down in the armchairs in front of the Headmaster's desk.

"Mr. Potter, you first."

Harry went over the night, starting from the moment they entered the Great Hall. "After a few refreshments, I asked Hermione to dance. After that, she and Jacqueline left the Great Hall."

"They left together with no one following them?" asked Dumbledore.

"I don't think anyone followed them," answered Harry, racking his brain. Then in a softer voice, "I wasn't really paying attention."

"Did you ever notice anything strange about the fact that Ms. Granger hadn't joined you yet?" asked McGonagall.

"I did mention that. But, Jacqueline said that Hermione might have retired for the evening, saying that she earlier said that she was feeling overwhelmed."

Jacqueline rolled her eyes.

Dumbledore eyed Jacqui and said, "Thank you. Now Mr. Weasley, your turn."

Ron went over the same events. "I was dancing with Jacqueline at the same time Harry and Hermione were. After the dance, Jacqueline went to talk to Hermione. I didn't see what happened after that." Ron's face turned red.

"Ms. Mireille," said Dumbledore slowly, turning to Jacqueline. The other smirked and returned Dumbledore's gaze with a cold one with small muse behind the eyes. "Since you were accompanying Ms. Granger, maybe you can give us a better insight."

"Very well," the other said simply. "You know the details of the beginning of the night so I see no point in me repeating them. After my dance with Ron, Hermione and I talked a bit and then left the Great Hall for the ladies' room."

"You didn't see anything suspicious in the Antechamber?"

"Nothing out the ordinary; it was empty. I was the first one to leave the restroom, and when I walked out I came upon Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle."

The Professors exchanged glances.

"Draco was taking a break from the party. At the same time, Crabbe and Goyle were taking leave for the dungeons. Draco and I then entered the Great Hall together."

Jacqui stopped her narrative, but she could tell Dumbledore wanted to hear more.

"From then, Ms. Mireille, what happened?"

Damn it. I don't know. What do you want from me?

Jacqui sighed within herself, but continued, "Draco went back to his friends and I went back to mine. Later in the night I danced with Harry and Ron. Afterwards, Draco and I shared a dance. After that, Harry asked me about Hermione, but you know my answer already. We then…"

"Thank you," interrupted Dumbledore. "We ended up with tiny bit more than we began. I have no better of idea of who the perpetrators were no better than you Ms. Granger. All we can do for now is to be careful of where we go by ourselves. Even though I still don't think it possible for anyone to enter these walls undetected. Please, all of you go now and try not to think about yesterday, but take care to not go anywhere alone."

The quartet nodded. When the four of them left the office, they separated in different directions.

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At dinner, the four of them had no choice but to sit together. All the Gryffindors made sure of that. Hermione was the first to leave the table after an extremely fast dinner. Ron and Jacqueline were heartily eating, but Harry was only picking at his food. When Hermione got up from the table, his eyes were sad as they followed her. A few minutes later, Harry got up and left the Great Hall. Soon, he over came Hermione.

"Hermione," he called after her.

She stopped and said rather grimly, "What are you doing here Harry Potter? Aren't you supposed to be enjoying your dinner?"

The other walked up to her, "I don't care for dinner, especially when you are wandering these halls alone."

Hermione looked at him with a sad, but hopeful glance. She then said sarcastically, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I was last time."

Harry took her hand and kissed it, "Don't talk like that." He sighed, "If only you knew how mad I am at myself for not caring. For not being there for you at the time you needed me most. If only you can forgive me."

Hermione looked at him and said, "Of course I forgive you Harry." She hugged him and he just held her there, tightly in his arms. The two slowly pulled away and looked at each other. There was softness in both of their eyes. Not noticing what was happening, their noses touched and before long their lips blended together to form the softest kiss. Swiftly though, they became fiery and more passionate. Not too long afterward, Harry and Hermione heard the rustling of robes that indicated that dinner was over. With one last kiss, they headed for the Common Room.