A/N: Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting any real love for my original poems, but I'm definitely flattered! :) I do not own the Potter universe or characters, just this plot, my poems (if I use other poems by someone else, I will give credit where it's due), and any OCs I may come up with:) Oh! And sorry for not updating in forever! 3

**Ginny's POV**

"Mione, come on, we're going to be late to Muggle Studies!" I pulled her along to my favorite class, watching the smile grow on her lips. "Maybe they can actually tell me the function of a rubber duck! Dad'll be pleased."

"Gin, I've told you, it's simply a toy that children play with in the bath. That's really all there is to it, although some people oddly collect them. But I promise, there's no secret to a rubber duck." She rolled her eyes at me.

Two weeks have flown by since the beginning of this term, and since eighth year students were here due to unsatisfactory seventh years, we share a lot of the same classes.

"Did you hear, Hagrid finally got another wand, full pardon from what happened in his third year! He'll be taking classes with McGonagall so he knows all the spells he should know. Then she'll quiz him and move on to the next thing." She smiled at my bit of news. "And Harry invited me to be his date to Narcissa's ball the Saturday before Halloween. Who are you bringing? Draco perhaps?"

She hit my arm, just as I expected.

"Maybe we can talk about your mystery artist instead? Find any new drawings?"

"I haven't had a chance to go back yet. Crazy busy with homework and such. Malfoy actually isn't that bad though. He's seen Charmed and likes a load of Muggle things too!"

**Draco's POV**

I picked up the blue journal I had gotten from my studio, flipped past several entries, looking for a poem. I wasn't ready to read this girl's private entries that her poems, doodles, songs, and everything else was mixed in with. The poems however really struck a chord with me. Ah, here's one.

Hidden Heart

Shining eyes in the dark,

Head held down, closed off heart.

Is there a story to tell,

Why he put me through such hell?

She wants him to be free,

The real him she hopes to see.

All the others look with scorn,

Sad silver eyes maker her torn.

With a face like an angel,

Why does he scream danger?

Is he truly just a prick,

Or was it all a trick?

With him, she'll never know,

Where does his mind wander, his thoughts go?

Silver eyes? Do I know this girl? I've heard gray eyes, but it seems silver is only used to describe my eyes and my father's. I scrunch my eyebrows and locate the entry next to it. It's dated the start of my sixth year.

I know I shouldn't like him, but he's all that's on my mind. Gin knows, but I've sworn her to secrecy. The boys don't know this, but I've seen a more human side to Malfoy, even if it is in passing. But this year, he seems more... lost... than anything as he tries to act all bad. Meanwhile, I've had to deal with 'Won-Won' and 'Lavi-darling', excuse me while I go to the loo and vomit for a moment. If you could see me, diary, you'd know I'm rolling my eyes. He acts like a complete git but can't even see that he's worse than Malfoy (who isn't actually all bad in my opinion) when he snogs that bloody Parkinson slag.

I burst out laughing at her jealousy and calling Pansy a slag. Blaise came up to me and threw me an apple. I did not catch it. He looked at me like I'd gone mad.

"You always catch whatever is thrown at you, and you couldn't catch an apple?"

"No, I just don't want to be engaged to a pompous fool like you."

He raised his eyebrow in a practiced manner.

"In ancient Greece, throwing an apple was considered a proposal. If the woman caught it, it meant she accepted. If she tried catching it, but wasn't nimble enough, same thing. If she didn't even attempt to catch it, it was a no. Check out this poem, I think it's about me. It's next to an entry that I didn't read all of calling Pansy a slag, dated sixth year. Even uses 'Malfoy' in the entry. Mentions names such as 'Gin', 'Won-won', and 'Lavi-darling'."

He read the entry and tossed me a green journal.

"I found the journal that she found out she's a witch. Muggleborn mate, and she was so happy to find out there was a place she belonged. But I think you'll be entertained to find out the details of what happened to make Gryffindor win the house cup first year. A three headed dog, who would've thought it!"

**Hermione's POV**

I made my way into the headmistress's office and saw McGonagall waiting for me.

"You asked to see me, Ms. Granger?"

"Erm, yes, well I have a favor to ask of you. I was wondering if this upcoming Hogsmeade weekend, perhaps Ginny and I could apparate to my flat in Muggle London so that we may get dresses for Narcissa Malfoy's Halloween ball without paparazzi bothering us. If not, I completely understand."

"That seems doable. You can leave Saturday early morning and return Sunday afternoon. Anything else?"

"No ma'am."

"Then have a good day Ms. Granger."

"You too, Headmistress."

I left and decided to go up to the studio since I had a free period. As I made my way there, I saw Fred laughing with Nearly Headless Nick about something or other. I kept the studio in mind and went to where I found the other drawings, putting those ones back. I grabbed a few more. This one showed Fred and George laughing, filled with bright colors, right next to me, and Gin, laughing at whatever they had done. Another showed a lightning bolt killing a snake with chaos surrounding it, that must be Harry killing Voldemort. The artist's style seemed familiar to me, even though I couldn't place it. I heard the door open and I whirled around to see Blaise Zabini.

He raised his eyebrow at me curiously.

"Curious one, aren't you? I see you have an appreciation for the same artist I do. Also, do you happen to know if you're little frenemy is seeing anyone?"

I just blinked in confusion for a moment.

"Wait, you're asking about Lavender? Really? Why? She's horrid."

"Well, as much as I'd love to ask about you, one of my mates likes you, so I can't do that to him. And as to your fiery redheaded best friend, she's with Potter, so I'm not going to go after his girl. Brown really seems to have a stick up her bum and doesn't seem like she'd want anything serious at all with me, and that's perfectly fine. I just want to see if I could remove the stick and make her relax."

"Who likes me?"

He smiled, winked, and bowed to me before leaving.

"DAMMIT ZABINI!"

**Blaise's POV**

I left her stewing over who could possibly like her when I bumped right into the fiery redhead I just spoke of. I bowed like the gentleman I was raised to be.

"Careful, Granger's in there stewing over the fact I didn't finish a fact I told her. Now, I got your owl, and I have to say, I was quite surprised by it. By the way, I don't think we've had a proper introduction. Name's Zabini, Blaise Zabini."

She smiled.

"Ginny Weasley, I think we need to talk. Malfoy is 'the lost one' isn't he?"

"And Granger is the writer with the genie lame signature. Interesting choice, I must say. Now, how do we get them to realize that they do indeed care for one another?"

"Masquerade of course. Have Malfoy bring along the worst person he could to make Mione positively green with envy and I'll make sure Mione does the same."

A/N: So that poem, "Hidden Heart", I wrote just for this fanfiction. I have two more poems (so far) written just for this story, so I'll be sure to share them. Also, I plan on designing both Ginny and Hermione's dresses that will be described and post them on Pinterest or something and put the link on an author's note or in my profile or something. Thanks for reading:)