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Listening In
The following morning Hermione walked into the Great Hall greeted by loud chatter and clicking silver wear. She walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat at the edge of her group of friends.
"Morning Mione…you're not still mad at us are you?" Ron questioned buttering a slice of toast.
"No…of course not Ronald." She replied softly purring herself a goblet filled with pumpkin juice.
Ron and Harry continued their conversation of Quidditch. Ginny, who was sitting in next to Hermione and adjacent to the boys, smiled up at Hermione.
"Mione, I'm so sorry for how we…" Ginny was abruptly cut off.
"Its alright Ginny, lets not dwell of the past hmm." Hermione replied smiling back.
Ginny wrapped both of her arms around her friend and amerced her in a hug.
"Hermione, you look absolutely fantastic…you hair! Did you color it?" Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded absently, to busy staring at a certain blond at another table.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger come and take a seat." Albus Dumbledore spoke sitting behind a large oak task covered with parchment, odd novelties and a large half eaten bowl of candy.
The two Head students waltz over to the chairs across from the head master.
"Well, Ms. Granger I have been notified that Mr. Malfoy has indeed informed you about the Prophecy."
"You know about it Sir?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes, Ms. Granger…I've know for quite a while. That has played a factor in the two of you being this year's Heads. Now Mr. Malfoy, how long have you been a Death Eater for?"
"Since the summer, sir." He replied hesitantly as he felt Hermione eye's burning into the side of his face.
"Very well, Ms. Granger, have you decided what you are going to do?" The Head master asked softy.
"Yes…I've agreed to marry him Professor." She replied.
"Very Well Ms. Granger, a very admirable trait on your part. For caution I must advise you not to tell anyone about the prophecy, with the exception of your parents of course, whom will be put into hiding when the time comes. You two are dismissed for now." He finished staring at them through his bifocals
Draco and Hermione both stood up and walked out of the office. The walked down the deserted corridor side by side in silence.
"You know…I'm not doing this for you Malfoy." Hermione said.
'Even though I have the smallest crush on you.' She blushed.
"Granger, I virtually have nothing to lose either way. This is your life and your families, I have to admit however, I have the slightest bit of affection for you to." He finished a grin plastered on his face.
Hermione's blush grew.
"You know we haven't been the best of friends these past years and I really appreciate that you'd been willing to help me."
"Its weird, using getting married….having a child." He finished.
"I know…if we're gonna do this…we have to make it look real…my friends aren't gonna believe me when I tell them."
"Stop stuttering Granger. I'm sure I could arrange a courtship of some sort." He responded slipping his left hand into her right one.
Silently they reached their common room.
"Well…uh…goodnight." Hermione said
"Goodnight Granger." Draco replied, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead.
"Hey Hermione its Ginny…can I come in." Ginny spoke from behind Hermione's bedroom door.
Hermione, who was laying on her stomach reading lifted her body up and sat on her knees.
"Oh, come in Gin." The door opened and closed quickly as the smaller girl came in and sat on the bed.
"Hermione, I have the best news! Harry has asked me to the Halloween Ball!" Ginny squeaked bouncing up and down. Hermione flashed a fake smile.
"Oh…Hermione…I understand if you're mad, but I've liked Harry for ages now…and since you two aren't together…" Ginny was cut off.
"Of course Ginny, I'm over it so he's all yours." Hermione finished wearing the same fake grin.
"Oh Mione, thanks so much for understanding!" Ginny squealed again. She hoped off of the bed and headed out the door shouting goodbyes.
'That fucking bitch.' Hermione thought.
"Please settle down at once!" Minerva McGonagall belted silencing the nosy prefects
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger sat at the head of the table side by side, Professor McGonagall standing behind them.
"Now that I have your attention the meeting shall begin." McGonagall spoke to the room. As the prefects and heads remained silent she exited the room.
"Hermione shuffled threw a small pile of papers searching for an agenda for the meeting. Finding it, the meeting began.
"Okay, so we have about 31 days until the Halloween Ball, and we seriously need some theme ideas." Hermione spoke.
"Ya, because we've had some cheesy fuckin theme." Draco finished. Hermione shot a look at him for his profanity.
He then gave her a look asking 'What?'
"Well, Granger I think we should have a masquerade ball." Pansy Parkinson responded.
"Ya Pansy that would be cool if that weren't last year's theme smart one." A Ravenclaw by the name Anthony Goldstein shot across the table. A few students chuckled.
"Ok, does anyone have any original ideas maybe?" Hermione questioned taping her quill against the large wooden table.
After about 45 minutes of brainstorming they where left with nothing.
"How about Devils and Angels Ball?" Blaise Zabini suggested.
"I like it Zabini." Draco concluded.
"Yea not bad." Hermione agreed. "Now all those in favor raise your hands
15 of 18 prefects raised there hands.
"With that settled lets move on…"
Exhausted from the meeting Hermione and Draco sat solemnly in their chairs. Draco slide down into his over sized. Hermione rubbed her head.
"We still have rounds to make Malfoy." Hermione mumbled placing her body onto of the wooden table and crossing her legs. She began brushing a loose strand hair out of her face using her delicate hair. The strands continued to fall in her face. Thoroughly irritated she grabbed her hair and twisted it into a bun.
Draco watched her fixing her hair realizing how sensationally she was adjusting her hair. He stared at the caramel colored strands as the fell gracefully over her eyes.
"Malfoy, can you please stop looking at me." She asked bringing her arms behind her placing them on the table.
Ignoring her he drawled:
"You know Granger, all this work makes me in need of a little…release." Draco stated now standing in front of her.
"Is that all you think about?" She asked.
"No, but when I'm around you, I tend to think about it a lot more." He answered. He placed both of his hands on her knees and parted them. He grabbed her smooth legs and pulled her body closer to the edge of the table, with him self standing in between.
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