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Reviewer Shout Out: Well, that was a treat for you, Karana and Blueslusher48, since I'm dedicating this chapter to you. You were the closest to the actual plot twist. Plus, Karana, your review was the longest. Lost My Marbles, have a fun time reading, just like I did! Xx2EMOYOUxX, the Victoria thing was actually important. I would tell you how, but that would just ruin everything (lol). Rina, I don't really know how long this story will be. The thing with me is, I just write whatever comes to mind on my computer. There is no rough draft. What I consider a rough draft is the first thing I type on the computer. I guess that's why my story moves in quick dialogue. Thank you for having no complaints! I hardly get that (lol). Aowyn, I guess I motivated you with the next chapter preview thing (lol). Thanks for following my story. Gryffindor620, thanks. I was getting lonely without my UPDATE SOON SON review. FriFri, I'm always glad to put you on here. I appreciate you because you're one of my more critical reviewers. And to be honest, the whole Harry/Voldemort situation is sort of a pain to write sometimes, since I only want to write about Hermione's love life, but yes, there is a whole lot of evilness going on in the plot. The Harry/Voldemort thing does contribute to the story a good bit. Plus, I wanted to make it clear that Hermione had a life. Sometimes a story gets confusing when the only thing going on is kissing, screaming, and more kissing. About the other Bachelor story, I really hardly read a story with a made up character being one of the main people. I can read fics with other characters when they contribute to the main Harry Potter world, but I find it hard to get into the characterization of a new main character. Thank you to four particular anonymous reviewers. It makes me feel better to know that it wasn't all crap. I got a lot of guesses about the plot that guessed that Hermione and Draco would fall desperately in love. Now, come on guys, I'm not that obvious (lol). I don't think the Blaise finding out about the bet thing was too obvious. And neither will other things in the story...Anyways, happy reading!

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Gryffindor Common Room, Sunday

It was my last day. Blaise and I would break up today. We will pretend to go outside around dinnertime, and I will be the one not coming back. Plus, he said he would get my food for me, so I had no complaints.

The only complaint I had was about Harry fidgeting in the corner. "What's wrong?"

"Well, do you know where Ron is?" he asked a bit nervous.

"No?"

"Do you want to know?"

"I have a little bit of concern. Why?" I quirked an eyebrow that always made Harry nervous.

"Oh nothing." He started fidgeting again.

If I knew something about Harry, I'd always know that it was never nothing. "You're way to easy to read sometimes."

"Well, as long as you don't find out," he murmured.

"I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"Spill Harry!"

"Oh, hi, Ronald Weasley. How nice it is to see you," said Harry fidgeting again.

I turned around and saw Ron with a happy expression on his face. "Harry's being formal now? Never do that again, mate."

"Ok, Ron."

"He won't stop fidgeting, Ron."

"Well, t-t-that's b-because h-h-h-he forgot t-t-to t-t-tell y-you- ab-b-b- bout-."

"Hurry up Ron!" I yelled. He was being worse than when Neville had a nice little chat with Snape. Since when did he start stuttering anyway?

"He needs to talk to you!" Harry blurted. He then gasped at what he just said.

I looked at Ron. He nodded. "Well, what is it?"

"Well, we've been friends f-f-for a w-while." I knew this line.

"And we haven't been f-fighting a lot lately." Oh, no. It was coming.

"And what I-I wanted t-t-t ask is-." No, stop.

"Will you...be my girlfriend, Hermione Granger?"

And there it was.

Crap, what was I going to do? I sort of liked Ron...in a way. It's not like the relationship I have with Harry. Ron and I have a slightly different relationship. But I was still in the bet. I couldn't say yes because I was still in the bet. Why couldn't he have asked me in fifth year or something? Wasn't he smart enough to see that I did like him...in a way...back then?

"Say something Hermione!" urged Ron. I must be driving him mad.

What would Malfoy do to humiliate me if I lose? Well, if its cruel, people will most likely take my side. But, I would have to pay him my money. That means I would barely have enough to buy people Christmas presents. But-.

"Ok, I understand," said Ron in a tight voice.

"No, Ron!" I caught up to him before he reached the portrait whole.

He turned around ready to hear some more rejection. "What?"

"Umm, I would-."

No I couldn't say it.

I've sort of always wanted a relationship with him. He would wait for me right? I just had to tell him we could only be friends.

"Ron, I would love to be your g-g-girlfriend." Crap. Damn mouth. Now I don't want to hurt his feelings.

"You would?"

I nodded weakly.

"This is BRILLIANT!" Ron yelled. He then proceeded to pick me up and twirl me around in his arms. I loved it when he did that. Blaise never did that. Oh, crap. I forgot about Blaise.

"Ron! RON!"

Harry rushed over. "I heard the whole thing. I helped him plan what he was going to say." Harry then had that triumphant grin on his face again.

Memo to self: Hit Harry Potter multiple times. Bruises required.

"Ron, I haven't broken up with Blaise yet!" I said urgently.

"Oh yeah...him," Ron murmured darkly.

Even when he murmurs darkly, he looks sort of...cute. I think I sound more like his girlfriend now. "I'll go and tell him. I'll be back later." I then gave him a hug. That will have to do for the first day.

As I opened the portrait hole, I heard Harry congratulating Ron in a manly way. Boys will always be the same. Just like...never mind.

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Dungeons

I found Blaise near the Slytherin Common Room entrance. "Hey Hermione," he greeted.

Oh my gosh, he is going to hate me. But, I should tell him before Ron tells somebody. Malfoy would have a field day once he heard. "Hey, umm, can we talk?"

"Sure. I need to go to the library though. Care to join?"

I nodded my head. "Can we just stop by the workroom? I have some books I need to return as well." Those Goblin books weren't all that informative. They were always about that Ramely Goblin and the secret tunnels. Noting was said about the location. But, I have a feeling it's close to the three broomsticks.

I should really stop thinking. Hey, where's Blaise?

"Hermione? You should really pay attention more." He smirked and turned the corner. I ran to catch up with him. I can't believe he just said that to me!

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Library

We were currently trying to avoid Malfoy at this point. He had caught me in the workroom and was demanding that I help him with decorations again.

"Maybe we should hide in the back?" suggested Blaise.

"We are in the back," I whispered loudly.

"So this is what the back looks like."

I rolled my eyes. "Blaise...I think I'm going to quite the bet."

Blaise's eyes widened a considerable amount. "You can't. I helped you!"

"Calm down. We can't have Madame Pince back here right now!"

"Why Hermione, why? You only had one person left," whispered Blaise ferociously.

"Well, Ron asked me out, and I said yes, so-."

"You didn't have the courage to say no to Weas-."

"I didn't want to. Well, I wanted to but-."

"But what?"

"I've always wondered what it would be like to be with him. I would happily give up a few galleons. But, the whole humiliate me in front of public thing really does put a slight damper on the whole giving up thing." I hope the softness of my voice could calm him down. What is he so upset about?

"Giving up thing?! Hermione, you are losing to Draco Malfoy. DRACO MALFOY! Do you have any idea what-?"

"Yes, I do. I don't really care if 'Draco Malfoy' thinks he's better than me after this. He always did think that way anyway!" I stared at Blaise straight in the eye. I hope Madame Pince doesn't notice the screaming.

Blaise softened a little. I didn't expect that. "You've got guts, Granger. I just hope you're ready to take what he gives you," he whispered.

"I am too," I whispered back.

"So we're over?" he asked hugging me.

"Yes, we are. But we're still friends," I said hugging back. He nodded into my hair.

"Well, isn't this heart breaking," drawled that all too familiar voice.

Blaise was the one who did the eye rolling. He was the one with his back to Malfoy. I wonder how much he heard?

"I guess that Granger will need comforting?" he asked doing the eyebrow thing again. He apparantly didn't here much.

"You're right. Hermione, I'll take you to your friends," said Blaise while glaring at Malfoy.

"It will have to wait. Granger here hasn't finished planning the decorations with me," pointed out Malfoy.

Blaise looked at me. His eyes were urging me to stay away. I couldn't, damn bastard! I turned to Malfoy. "Fine." I turned to Blaise. "See you later?"

Blaise nodded and left. Malfoy walked away as well. It took him a while to come back and realize that I wasn't following him...which was about fifteen minutes.

"Granger, we have planning!" he whispered loudly.

"You never specified where, so I didn't want to find out," I retorted icily. Why was he always showing up at the wrong time?

He then took my wand from my pocket and uttered the leg-locker curse. That quick little...devil! I didn't even see that coming! "Malfoy, you can't make me-."

"Silencio!" Damn it. I should've just dodged that one instead of chastising him.

"Now, Granger, come along," said Malfoy. He was talking to me like I was two! I was not his child. If I was, I would be way worse looking.

I shook my head no. He had my wand! I will give him so much pain if he breaks it-!

Hey, what was that warm feeling on my hand? I looked next to me and found Malfoy preparing to drag me if he had to. Damn, why did he have to have a warm comforting...bad Hermione. I tried hitting him with my free and cold hand, but I fell over taking him with me. He hit my forehead with his jaw. I tried screaming in pain, but no sound came out of my mouth. How frustrating. Maybe this will help me with my pain.

Pow!

"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW, Granger! I do plan on making my heir someday!" he screamed rolling off of me. His hands were placed protectively over that area that I kneed.

I got my hands to get me up on my knees so I could slap him. He moved his face just in time. I heard distant, frustrated screaming. Madame Pince was coming to the back to see what was happening. I tried to lift and point my finger in that certain direction, but I accidentally poked him in the eye.

"Ow. Granger, let me help you up," he said grabbing my wrist so hard that I was afraid it was going to break off. There were some nasty cracking sounds.

I tried to hit him again, but he told me to pretend to look at books. I then pointed to my legs. He rolled his eyes and undid them. While he did this, I took my wand out of his pocket and undid the Silencing Charm. I then spilt a couple of books on the floor.

"Granger, what are you doing?" I would have to apologize to the books later. I then uttered a few words to stick him to the floor. Malfoy was too dumbstruck to notice that he still had his wand.

"See you in the workroom," I whispered while running my hands through his hair. I made sure I messed it up real well. Then, I turned on my heels and left. When I turned the corner, I could here him mutter the counter curse. Madame Pince was too quick, however. I could hear her still screaming at Malfoy when I exited the library.

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Work Room

I waited a good forty-five minutes before I saw Malfoy in the workroom. I just finished writing a letter to Ron telling him why I hadn't shown up. I heard the portrait door open. I stood up and waited for him to let out all his anger on me. It was amusing when he did.

He walked up to me and kicked me in the shins hard enough to make me say, "Ow."

I kicked him back. My privilege was that I was allowed to kick him harder. "Ow."

I took a look at his face and then headed back to my desk. Why doesn't he try to get me to work this time? He sighed, took the chair from his desk, and then put it opposite of me at my desk. "What do you have in mind?"

How wonderful! He was asking me what I wanted. As long as he doesn't ask me about the bet, then I won't bring up the bet. I smirked. "Are you open to it?"

He nodded without hesitation.

"Ok. I was thinking something like this." I took out a picture from my bag. Instead of streamers, icicles were hanging from the ceiling. They would be providing the light. I then showed him a picture of the color scheme. It was a misty blue winter color with little specks of white and pink here and there. There was a huge banner stating a welcome to all students attending. A Christmas tree was placed behind the teacher's table. Snow Angels would be charmed to fly around and serve the food. The walls would be bewitched to look like ice was covering them. The illusion of snow will be falling from the ceiling. I'm sure the students would complain about the real snow. Snowmen would be greeting and announcing people at the door. I just hope those fifth year prefects contacted Santa Clause. I'm sure he would be nice enough to come and visit Dumbledore.

"Granger, the whole thing is, decent."

"No complaints?"

"Well, yes, but I do still plan on raising a family. Another hit like the one in the library, and I would officially be labeled-."

"Don't finish that sentence. What is your complaint about?" I asked remotely interested.

"Are you open to it?" mimicked Malfoy.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Well, I say we add more color," he said proud of himself.

I rolled my eyes again. "The tables and the dance floor will add the color. Blaise asked me to make it a color where the table cloths would be the ones sticking out."

"Why do you even listen to him?" he asked. Some one takes being wrong way too hard.

"He's my friend," I answered simply. I grabbed his quill. "Can I borrow this?"

"Use your own!" he said possessively.

I grabbed his quill anyway. "So, I guess you should just order the icicles. I'll order the snow angels."

He turned to me. "You can order snow angels?"

"It's a special at Fred and George's shop. Ron told me he would get them to try to bewitch the angels in a good way," I informed.

"You trust the Weasel Twins?"

"They have names."

"So do I."

"Fine, Draco."

"As long as it's not in public, Hermione."

I wrote a quick letter to Fred and George telling them how many we would need and when. I hope they will be mature about this. Then, I wrote a letter to Harry asking if I could use Hedwig.

Malfoy, I mean Draco, was sitting there the whole time. "Is that all?"

"Yes. All we have to do is go pick up the icicles you will order on Hogmeade Weekend. Fred and George will probably give the snow angels to me when they come to visit Ron," I informed.

Draco cringed at the thought of more Weasleys. I took a book I had on Hogmeade and started reading.

'Not that much is known about-.'

"Don't you have anything better to do than read the whole day?" he asked a bit peeved. Since when did me shutting up to read annoy him?

"I should ask you the same question," I said nonchalantly. This book was getting interesting.

I moved my legs subconsciously as he moved to sit in his spot on my couch. I didn't realize he was there until he accidentally dropped the book he was reading. What was he reading? I looked down to see the title.

"It's called the Simplest Spells To Use Against A Complex Enemy," Draco explained.

"I guess this is one of those books specially reserved for knowledge on me," I inquired.

"No, because if I did consider you an enemy, you would be in the hospital wing after everything that happened today," retorted Malfoy.

"Well, you did send me once."

"Those were one of my better days."

I kicked him with my right leg and kept reading. He did the same. We just sat there, reading. We didn't even need to say anything to each other. I guess you could say it was comfortable...in a way. It wasn't an awkward silence, thank goodness.

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I had just finished reading the chapter about the story behind every store in Hogsmeade when I felt Draco start to lean on my legs. He must have dozed off. I poked him on the side to wake him up. His reflexes were quick to catch my hand in that death grip of his. When he opened his eyes, he saw who it was and let go. He needs to stop touching my hand.

"Time?" he asked.

I looked and saw that it was almost four o'clock. He apparently saw too. "Well, we've been in here since ten in the morning. I spent my whole day with you. What is wrong with this picture?"

He got up. "Before I leave to do better things, we have to talk about our last and final person," he drawled.

I thought that he forgot. Well, it was now or never. "I'm quitting."

"You're what?!" he asked incredulous.

"I'm quitting the bet. You win. I'll give you my galleons on Hogsmeade Weekend. You can plan my embarrassment. I'll stay away from you from now on," I said all in one breath. My chest felt really heavy. I had to look like I was still breathing.

"Just like that. Well, Hermione, you were easier than I thought," he said smirking. "May I ask why you are quitting?"

I took a deep breath. I imagined all the insults I would get after this. I imagined all the back talk I would get. My legs started losing the feeling in them again. "Well, I have a boyfriend."

"A real one? Don't make me laugh, Granger," he said almost snorting.

I raised my eyebrow. "Just because you don't think I'm attractive doesn't automatically mean other people don't!"

"Who did you get then, hmm? I would love to know. Or are you just saying this as an excuse to get out of the bet? Is it dear Potty? Weasel? Blaise?" he asked talking quickly. He was taking it harder than I was.

"I thought that you would be enjoying me quitting. It is Ron, if you really want to know. I'm surprised that me quitting is making you mad, but now you can plan whatever form of humiliation you want to do to me! I thought that you would be skipping through a field of daisies by now!" I yelled.

"I just didn't think you would quit. You always were a pain n the ass when it came to challenging me! And, I NEVER skip!!!" he yelled back.

"Whatever, I'm out of it-."

"Well, I guess you will want to know what kind of humiliation I'm going to put you through."

I turned around to face him. I felt like crying and fainting and vomiting all at the same time. My legs were losing their strength and all of the emotion was bottling up inside me. What could he possibly do to me? Why does he have to make it worse? He wouldn't understand, now would he? "What?"

"The type of humiliation I'm going to put you through," he repeated.

My curiosity and need to kick him again got the better of me. "Fine! Tell me! Tell me so you can have your fifteen minutes of joy Malfoy!"

"I'm going to tell Weasley and Potter about what you've been up to these past few months," he whispered violently.

I froze. The tears will not pour now. I only let one slip away. He couldn't tell them. If he told them, then all my other friends would hate me as well. And Neville. I don't want to hurt Neville. I sunk to the floor. My legs couldn't support me anymore. I put my hands in my face and sat there.

"Are you crying now Gr-?"

I looked up to show him that I wasn't. I don't want to do this to Ron. He was way to good for that. He didn't deserve it. Would he wait for me? Would he wait until this bet was over? It didn't seem like he had a choice. "What do you have in mind Malfoy?" I growled.

"Well, I was going to make you get Flinch-Fletchy, but I have something way better. If you can keep your dear Weasel pet until the Christmas Ball, then you win," he stated simply.

I had to think about this one. Who will I choose? I had to ruin his reputation and everything he stands for. I had to give him the same thing he was doing to me. But which student? Well, I never really liked Justin. But he was a guy, and we agreed not to do that. Maybe his girlfriend, Eloise? Ron never liked her nose and her acne. She was also muggle born as far as I know. She was almost to perfect. "Eloise Midgen."

He looked at me with his mouth open for a few seconds and closed it back up again. "Great Granger! Now you made me want to quit."

I got up and opened up my portrait door. "Good, you have feelings. We're making progress." I then closed the portrait door before he could speak. So much for quitting.

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Head Girl Dormitory

Ron had left me a note saying Harry and him had to finish three essays by tomorrow. He was lucky he was cute, otherwise I would be screaming at him right now.

I opened my book on the Unforgivable Curses. If Harry needed something, he would most likely need protection against these.

'One of the Unforgivable Curses is one that controls your mind. Your free will determines if you can successfully avoid this curse. The effects of this include a foggy mind. It makes the cursed feel like they are floating on air, and therefore makes them never want to stop. Other symptoms include change in character, blank eyes-."

Blank Eyes!

Victoria had blank eyes the other day in the library. She was wearing contacts!

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Chapter Explanation: This chapter was originally supposed to be longer, but I reread it and took some scenes out that didn't really need to be in there. Sorry for the shortness. So how was it? I would really like to know. And, I admit I was evil for making Hermione and Draco comfortable with each other, and then making them fight. Darn! Well, I think I made this way to predictable judging on some of your guesses in your reviews. Well, predictable or not, this needed to happen. I actually planned ahead for this. And, about the Victoria eye thing, it affects the story. I'm not going to tell you how, but it does. Also, I didn't make Hermione like Ron just like that. At this point, she is trying to convince herself that she does so she doesn't feel the need to break up with him and hurt his feelings. Also, check my bio for information on a chapter or my fic. I like to update it sometimes. Well, hope you enjoyed and loved the interaction between the couple.

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