A/N I Own nothing except myself and Daniels boxers (I wish) In the first chapter I know I said sixth but it is actually seventh!

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Ron was dead and it was so tragic… not. The Golden trio was now a duo and boy were they relieved.

"I wanted to say something but I didn't have the courage," Harry explained to Hermione.

"Me too, his hair was getting way to long and gross," Hermione replied, shuddering.

"Yeah, it was gross wasn't it, and he always had the same expression on his face like :-o with really really irritated me," said Harry, enjoying venting his true feelings.

"No-one really liked him anyway did they?" She sighed, almost feeling sorry for him, then remembering who he was. Then she remembered, now she could go with Draco to the ball because she didn't have to go with Ron! YAYYY!

"So I'll see you in Transfigurations eh?...Mya?"

"Hmm?"

"I'll see you in transfigurations," he repeated.

Oh, yeah, sure," she said, her thoughts still on Draco.

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"So, Lizzie," he said.

"Yeah?" she replyed.

"Have you thought about my offer to take you to the ball?" he asked. When she gave him a blank look he remembered the memory potion. "Er… yeah, would you like to come with me?" He blushed.

Lizzie bit her lip and looked down. Then glanced up and smiled. Harry couldn't take her eyes off her.

"Sure," she replyed, smiling that gorgeous smile. She flushed a little.

"Um, Lizzie, what happened to your accent?" Harry was confused. She was French wasn't she? But now she sounded Australian or something. Where did her accent go? It was so strong before…wasn't it?

"Oh, I just put that on to annoy Ronald," she giggled. Harry smiled.

"Well it certainly worked then didn't it!" Lizzie laughed again. "You annoyed him to death! Haha! Well done"

"He totally thought I was under that love potion, doesn't he know it wears off after half an hour? It was just an excuse to annoy him and Merlin it worked well!" She put her hand over her mouth, here eyes wide. "Oh god, did I just say Merlin? Damn you Londoners!" she laughed.

"So, should we go check on Vivienne? I hear she's really ill," he said.

"But she's Malfoy's sister…you hate Malfoy!"

"Well, if Hermione's with him then surely he can't be as bad as I thought he had been." His emerald eyes were sparkling. It was just an excuse to spend more time with Lizzie, but she knew that.

"True," she said, giving in to his sexy six-pack which was showing through his cotton shirt.

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"Oh she is so pale!" Harry exclaimed, but Lizzie hardly heard him, she was gazing at his biceps.

'Man, I never realised how muscular he is,' she thought. 'And god damn sexy!'

"Lizzie?...Liiiiiiizziee?"

"Huh?" she said, snapping out of her bicep-gazing.

"Were you just gazing lovingly at my biceps?" he asked giving her that I-know-you-were kind of look with a sort of raised eyebrow and smirk.

"Guilty as charged," Lizzie laughed. "You got me! How did you get them so… muscular?"

"Erm…" Harry stumbled, obviously feeling uncomfortable. "Quiddich? And fighting off Dudley is pretty strengthening."

"Who's Dudley?" she asked.

"You don't wanna know," Harry replied, half rolling his eyes. "…anyway, shouldn't we be fussing over Viv, not my gorgeous, toned biceps?"

"Oh ha ha Mr Modest," Lizzie said. "She really doesn't look well does she?"

"No"

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"You are SUCH a man-whore! How could you!"

"Ahhh, such language Mya, where did you pick that up?" Draco said innocently.

"Don't pretend you don't know! I saw you with Pansy!" Hermione cried, getting hysterical. "How could you do that to me?"

"What are you talking about?" He actually didn't know what she was talking about.

"I saw you with Pansy in your room, you prick!" Hermione cried. She felt the hot tears burning at her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" He repeated.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Malfoy" she hissed, turning on her heel and giving him the cold shoulder.

Wow, she's callng me Malfoy! he thought.

"What the fuck?" he shouted after her. "Hermione?" But she was already out the portrait hole and into the corridor.

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Hermione Looked at the notice board. She saw a note from the headmaster.

Attention All Attennding: Regarding Seventh Year Ball

The Ball will take place on the Friday on week from now, May 16th.

All attending MUST have partners

Thankyou

Albus Dumbledore

She sighed. Dr- Malfoy will be going with that slut Pansy. And I thought he cared about me.

How wrong I was…