A/N: Hey ya'll! I want to thank you for reviewing my story. I also want to thank those who flamed me. They gave me a good laugh. I know that my last chapter wasn't very good, and I want to say sorry. I tried extra hard just for you guys! Please keep reviewing!

Chapter 8

Hermione sat on top off her bed and thought about the last month. She had been writing to a

Mysterious boy she met at a Masked Ball for about two months, and they just decided they were going

Meet. She was really nervous.

They decided they would meet at the most obvious spot in Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks. She thought of their first meeting as a date. They really liked each other and she hoped that they would go out.

Hermione got off of her bed and began to get ready. She went through her clothes. It took two hours, but she found the perfect dress.

Draco was out at quidditch practice. Hey was suppose to be chasing the snitch, but he was to distracted by his thoughts. Suddenly he felt something hit his stomach. The next thing he knew he was falling. He wasn't even scared. He was just falling. Then he hit the ground. Hard. He stifled a cry of pain.

Then he saw Blaise laughing maliciously at him. Draco tried to get up and punch him but he cried out in pain.

He felt like his torso was heavier than Crabbe. When Blaise had finished laughing, he levitated him and started to walk

in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

When Blaise opened the door to the wing, he called Madame Pomfry. She came into the room, took one look at Malfoy and rolled her eyes. "Place Mr. Malfoy here," Madame Pomfry drawled and pointed to a bed. She was far too annoyed with seeing Malfoy come in with a broken arm, or a rib, and one time both legs. Every time it was the same old story.

Blaise would hit the bludger way to hard and knock Malfoy off his broom, and every one would laugh as he fell and hit the ground.

It was a nasty game, Madame Pomfry wanted to take house points from them, but because she wasn't a teacher, she didn't have that authority.

"Ooohh," Draco groaned. "Mister Malfoy! Will you please be quite! I have patients who are trying to recover!" Madame Pomfry said as she walked into the room carrying a vial with a clear liquid in it. "Here drink this and you will be able to walk in a heartbeat. And sure enough he was up and walking out the door the second he drank the potion.

"There," Hermione said as she put her favorite necklace. She looked stunning. She straitened her hair and put on a really nice black dress. She wore black-wedged shoes to go with the dress. The last thing she needed to do was turn the silver heart pendant into a portkey. Once that was finished she pulled on her coat and began to walk to the exit of her common room when she ran into the one person she wished would die. "Walk much Malfoy?" Hermione hissed. "All of the time actually." Draco said coolly. "Just shut-up ferret," said Hermione as she walked out the portrait hole.

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Why was mudblood dressed up? She looks hot with her hair straight. Oh shit. What if she is. No, she cant be, she wouldn't be. She wouldn't be mudblood. Mudblood wouldn't be her. Oh shit, am I going insane?

What the hell was that? Why did Draco look so nice? He looked hot. He is so hot. UCK! Hermione! What are you thinking? Oh crap, I forgot to get a rose! I'll just get one at Hogsmeade. With those thoughts in mind Hermione felt a familiar tug above her naval as she was lifted off the ground and whisked to Hogsmeade.

About three minutes after Hermione left for Hogsmeade, Draco stepped out onto the moonlit ground. He was hot, and he knew it. He could get any girl he wanted. But it also helped that every girl wanted him. He loved getting what he wanted. He was so used to it that it was a way of life for him. He didn't know anything else. Little did he know, he wouldn't be getting his way that night.

Hermione was so excited! She could hardly contain herself. She had been waiting at the spot they decided to meet at for about five minutes, but to her it seemed like an eternity. She was getting a little hungry so decided to order a snack. Because she was talking to the waitress she didn't notice her mystery man walk through the doors of the Three Broomsticks.

Draco walked through the door of the Three Broomsticks. He looked around, and to his horror, he found Hermione sitting at his table, with a rose. Oh shit. Oh shit. What the hell is Mudblood doing here at my table? Oh shit. She's Mudblood. Mudbloods her. Oh shit what am I going to do? I gotta get out of here! Oh shit oh shit.

Draco ran out of the Three Broomsticks. Leaving Hermione to wait for some one who wasn't even going to show up.

A/N: hey that was the eighth chapter! I had finished it last night but I for got something and didn't push the save button, so it erased everything I had typed. Uuuggg it sucked. Well I've done my part now its time for you to do yours. Push the review button! J