A/N: I'm back! That last chapter took a while, so I was hoping this one would be faster. You have to admit, though, the last one was longer than usual. I got caught up in the whole water fight thing! Ya, I guess the Ron bit was a little cheesy, but funny all the same. I'm hoping to get more reviews.

Chapter Fourteen: Sleep Against Will

BANG! CLINK! CRASH!

Hermione shot up in her bed and looked around her room. What on earth was that noise? She looked to her right to see Crookshanks standing on her small side dresser, looking at the mess that he had made on the floor. The feisty cat jumped down from the dresser, knocking down the alarm clock, and walked away from the increased mess. Hermione sighed. She looked at the useless alarm clock.

"ELEVEN THIRTY?" she screeched as she hopped out of the bed, leaving the sheets in a bunch. The stressed girl quickly ran to take her shower.

She came back into the room and slipped on a pair or short grey sweat shorts that said 'Gorgeous' in white on the bum part, and a light pink T-shirt that dipped down a bit in the front so that you could see a bit of skin below her collar bone. The outfit was perfect for the long day that was ahead of her, which she was already late for.

Yes, it was the day of the dance, and Hermione was suppose to be in the great hall helping decorate. Breakfast had been cut short and the Great Hall was to be off limits to the students while it was being decorated by the heads and certain prefects. Lunch was to be served in each common room, and a late dinner would be served at the dance if anyone wanted it.

Hermione ran down the halls and bolted to the door. She used such force that she ended up flying into the room and tumbling down the hard stairs.

"Owwwww," she groaned as she rubbed her bum while getting up.

"Honestly, Granger, can't you walk into a room without falling down?" an all too familiar voice came.

Hermione looked up to see a very handsome Draco Malfoy smirking at her, and the rest of the prefects watching.

"You're late, too; Wouldn't expect that from a goody goody gryffindor," he teased further.

"You're right. Now, get you're head out of your ass so that you can help!" she spat back, holding back the smile that was dieing to come out.

"Me? Head up my ass? Who's the one who could see where they were going?" he replied slyly. By this time, everybody was back to work. The Slytherin King and Gryffindor Queen fighting was nothing new.

"Oh, you won't see something coming if you don't shut up!" she hissed, taking a step closer.

"Like what?" Draco whispered back huskily. Hermione took one more step closer, taking in the smell of his cologne. She wasn't sure if it was cologne, or his natural enchanting scent. Either way, it sent her into a sniffing daze.

Draco gave her another smirk, knowing exactly what was happening. He bent his head down closer to her.

"Surprise me, Granger."

She could barely stand jumping into his arms right then and there.

Infact, she didn't. At that moment, she practically fell into him as her hands grabbing his shirt for support.

Everyone turned to look at the outrageous scene. Draco noticed this and acted quickly.

He gently pushed her off of him. "Granger! Don't touch me! Snap out of your dizziness!"

Her eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. She was about to speak, but was cut off before she could say a word.

"Ugh, fine! Get some pills. You are not going to slack on your job! Not that I didn't expected you to try to," he covered up brilliantly. He grabbed her shirt, acting as if he despised touching her, and dragged her out of the Great Hall and into the hallway. Hermione looked up at him, thankful for his quick thinking.

He sent her a smile.

"Am I that irresistible?"

Well, she couldn't really deny it after that. "Yes," she answered with a frown. How was she suppose to be around him in public when he smelt so good, looked so good, tasted so good…

"Good to hear," he smirked. Did he smirk all the time? It was sexy…

He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, joining his hands at the small of her back. She, in return, wrapped her arms around his waist.

They both could've stood like that forever, but they had to get back.

"Draco, we have to get back…" Hermione informed him, not letting go just yet.

"Just a minute," he mumbled, holding on to her tightly. He sounded like a boy who didn't want to get out of bed. They stood there for a moment more before re-entering the Hall, once again wearing their masks of hatred.

Hermione got her wand out and started levitating jars with light fairies in them around the room while Draco told the house elves what to serve. It went on like this for the next couple of hours until both Draco and Hermione had to write down some songs for the play list. They both had very different artist opinions…

"Avril Lavigne!"

"No, Wrecked Wands!"

"No, Jesse McCartney!"

"No, Wizard Weezers!"

"Ew, no! Michelle Branch!"

"Bloody hell, no! Cloaked Hazard!"

"Spare me! Vanessa Carlton!"

"N-O! Wounded Werewolves!"

"Drop dead! Blink 182!"

"What in the world! Magic Men!"

"They're horrible! Eminem!"

"Never ev-."

"SHUT UP!"

The two bickerers looked over to see a very red-faced ravenclaw.

"Don't you tell us what to do!" Draco yelled at her.

"This is none of your business!" Hermione piped in.

"Well I'm trying to work!" the ravenclaw said rudely.

"So work instead of budding into other peoples' work!" Hermione fumed.

"Exactly!" Draco fumed swell. The ravenclaw gaped at the two.

"Ugh!" Hermione sighed, exhausted of yelling so loud.

"Stupid prefects," Draco mumbled.

"Can never do their jobs right," Hermione muttered.

"I don't know why we try to salvage their pitiful amount of potential," Draco muttered louder.

"I know! You'd think they'd be more appreciative!" Hermione spoke in a bit of a higher tone, almost talking normally.

"Well, they'll get what's coming!" Draco said, coming up to the same volume.

"We plan and plan and plan, and when it comes to helping for one day, they can't handle it!"

"I know! We do all the work! Spoiled little…" At that time, they both noticed everybody watching them in awe. They were talking and agreeing with each other too much. To Draco and Hermione, it didn't seem as weird, but to the students, it was unbelievably bizarre.

"Uh… Shut up, Draco," Hermione tried to cover up. Everyones eyes just grew wider, and Hermione's followed. "I-I mean Ferret!" she attempted to cover up. Some seemed satisfied, while others gave them one last suspicious glance before going back to their business.

"That was close…" Hermione whispered quietly, so that only Draco could hear.

"I know…" he whispered back. Suddenly, Hermione felt fingers dancing along her stomach under the table.

"Draco!" she squeaked under her breath, "Someone will see!"

"No one can see… There's a long table cloth over this table," he mumbled.

"You're so bad!" she whispered, smiling.

He smiled, looking down at nothing as to not be suspicious. "Says the girl who goes off on adventures with Scar Boy and the Red Headed Disaster."

"It's Harry and Ron," she hissed before giggling to herself.

(A/N: I just randomly made up those wizard bands. Don't waste your time searching through the book to find them lol.)

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It was six thirty, and Hermione was getting ready for the dance.

She finished putting on some eye shadow and then slipped on her shoes. The unrecognizable girl walked out of her dormitory and went to get a book before returning to her room. She didn't want Draco to see her before the dance, so she was quick just in case.

The time past as she read, and, at fifteen to seven, she heard Draco leave to pick up Samantha. Hermione still dreaded the fact that he was going to the dance with her, but she wasn't going to complain anymore.

A knock was heard throughout the common room and Hermiones dormitory. Hermione quickly ran to the door and opened it. She smiled at Ron and grinned widely when she over looked his outfit.

"Hey 'Mione," he smiled back. He was wearing a white greek outfit. It had a large piece of material that swept over his shoulder in many folds, and expanded tremendously before connecting with the thin gold belt around his waist. The material then covered all of him as it fell loosely to around his ankles. His feet were decorated with golden coloured sandals, and there was a beautiful round gold broach pined to the spot where the material went small, on the top of his shoulder. The other half of his chest was bare, left for all to see.

"Ron…" She stared at him in awe. His skater red hair only added to the affect.

Hermione didn't get an answer, though. Ron was too busy examining her.

Hermione was in the same type of outfit, but different. She had material on both shoulders, connected with two gold broaches, which was all connected and fell loosely around her chest, showing some cleaverage. It then went in folds down to her belt. Her belt was gold, but it had small jewels going across it. Her sandals were also gold. The material fell loosely to about three inches above her ankles. A bit of her hair from the area around her ears was pulled back into a small bun, held with a gold netting. The rest of it fell loosely with big, loopy curls. She had light goldish brown eye shadow with mascara. Her lips were a bit reddish, but nothing too strong. She looked beautiful.

"You're looking quite handsome," she smiled at him, breaking the silence.

"You too!" Ron gulped, "I mean beautiful! Beautiful…"

He was still staring, but Hermione linked her arms with him, telling him that they were off. They walked down to the Great Hall and stopped before the doors.

"You ready?" Ron asked, turning to her. She took in a deep breath before replying.

"Yep, you?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

She gave him a tight hug which he returned. They then proceeded into the Great Hall, where eyes caught them, but didn't stare for long. They walked down the stairs holding hands, and went over to Harry who was standing by one of the white tables with chairs. The whole hall was decorated as if it was in the night sky. There were fairies in jars floating around the ceiling that looked like bright stars. The walls were a dark blue and there was a thin layer of fog covering the floor. All the tables and chairs were either white or light blue and were around the dancing area, which was in the middle. All the food was at the very back. The Dj was over at the right wall on a small stage.

"Oiy, mate," Ron greeted. Harry looked over Hermione.

"Oh, hey," Harry replied, glancing back at Ron. Ron didn't really seem to notice.

"So who did you come with?" Hermione asked him, trying to lift his gaze.

He looked up into her eyes. "Well, I came with Lavender."

Ron chuckled at this. "You finally gave into her constant pleas?" This made them all laugh.

"I guess. She's over with Parvarti now, probably telling her for the millionth time that she went with Harry Potter."

Ron and Hermione looked over to Lavender and Parvarti, confirming his words. The dance had just started and the Hall was still filling up quickly. They sat down to chat for a while. Parvarti soon joined them and joined the conversation.

…

Hermione faced the entrance as she sat happily with her friends.

She had been watching the doors for Draco until, finally, he arrived. Hermione gaped at the sight.

In walked Draco Malfoy, hand in hand with his date, Samantha Salanthon. Draco was dressed as a vampire. He wore a long black cloak with a black button down shirt that went a bit puffy around the ends of the sleeves and around the belt. His black pants did the same as they met with his black boots. He almost looked like Zorro to Hermione.

Samantha came in as a vampire as well. She wore an outfit similar to Mortisa in the Adams Family. They both had vampire teeth, adding to the effect. Hermione hated to admit it, but they looked good together.

"Hermione! Are you alright?" Ron asked as he patted her back. She was so caught up in her staring that she didn't notice that she hadn't swallowed the gulp of her drink that she had taken. She had been coughing for the past seven seconds.

She took a gulp of water and calmed herself.

"Yeah, Ron. I'm fine," she assured him with a smile. She looked back at Draco, who was looking at her as well. He smirked at her. He had seen her cough attack, and was feeling quite complimented.

The room was now full, and 'Wandless Love' by Cloaked Hazard came on.

"Would you like to dance?" Ron asked Hermione.

"Of course," she replied as she got up. Ron led her to the middle of the dance floor, and they started to dance.

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Draco stared at the couple as they danced so freely with each other. He had never danced with Hermione, and the bit of jealousy was eating him in the bottom of his stomach.

"Draco, let's dance," Samantha insisted as she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They started dancing near Hermione and Ron. Draco led Samantha closer to them. They ended up with Draco being back to back with Hermione, and Samantha across from Draco.

"Ron!" he heard Hermione laughed, "What do you think you're doing?" Ron had his arms stretched out and was making them go up and down at a pace, making them look like waves.

"Isn't that a muggle move?" he asked.

"Yes! But you're horrible at it!" she laughed again.

"Oh, sorry for embarrassing you," he frowned. Hermione smiled.

"I'm never embarrassed with you, Ron!" she told him, disregarding the times he ate with his mouth open…

He smiled back at her. 'A Thousand Miles' by Vanessa Carlton came on.

Ron hesitated before moving closer to Hermione. He put his hands on her waist and looked at her for approval. She grinned and nodded her head before wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

Draco had started slow dancing with Samantha as well, but now he was turned to face Hermione and Ron.

'Was this how she felt when I was with Samantha?' he thought as he watched them dance happily. It made him feel like something was eating him from the inside. 'I'd never want her to feel like this…'

He continued to watch them dance. Samantha was feeling ignored and looked up at Draco. "Draco…" she purred. He looked at her, only to have her pull him in a hard kiss.

Hermione saw it all. She saw it start and end, leaving Draco in a shocked state. He glanced at her, but she looked away. She rested her head against Rons chest and let a tear slip from her eye and down her cheek to her dress where it left a wet stain. She thanked the gods for waterproof mascara.

Draco watched the tear slide down her cheek. If he thought he felt bad before, he had was in for a shock as he watched her close her eyes and try to wipe everything out of her sight. Ron brought his head down beside hers and whispered to her.

"Are you okay, 'Mione?"

"Yeah, Ron," she confirmed as she wiped away any tear trails on her face.

" 'Mione… You're crying," he said as he wiped away one of the tears.

"No, I'm not Ron," she insisted, but didn't sound very convincing.

He gave her a tight hug. "Tell me what's wrong…"

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'Don't touch her! I should be comforting her!' Dracos mind shouted.

'Sure, you're the reason she's crying in the first place!' another voice in his mind yelled back.

'But I…'

'But you love her…'

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"Nothing's wrong, Ron, honestly. My eyes are just a bit sensitive to the fog, but it'll pass. Why don't we go get something to eat?" Hermione protested.

"Alright, 'Mione…" Ron agreed, but gave her the eye that said 'I don't believe you.'

Hermione and Ron walked over with their plates to the table where Harry and Parvarti sat. Ron dug into his food while Hermione poked it with her fork, taking a bite occasionally.

"Hermione, you've barely touched your food…" Harry told her, worriedly.

"Oh, sorry!" she said and started to eat more normally. They all looked at her.

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Over at another table, Draco had been watching her closely. She wasn't eating well. He knew why.

"Drake, just do it," Blaise spoke out suddenly. Draco turned around to his friend, who had been sitting beside him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused.

"You've been watching her through the whole dance. How are you going to go on like this?" he told him, making him think. Draco sighed.

"But what will people think? I'm Draco Malfoy… She's… well you know who she is," Draco tried to sort out his thoughts with Blaise.

"Who cares what people think. What do you think?" Blaise asked him with a cocked up eyebrow.

"You're right."

Draco stood up and took a deep breath. The song 'Breathe' by Michelle Branch came on.

I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
You say I've been driving you crazy
and its keeping you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment
in saying things we never meant to say

He slowly walked over to Hermiones table, slipping through the crowds and carefully dodging the overly wild dancers.

And I Take it just a little bit
I hold my breath and count to ten
I've been waiting for a chance to let you in

He stood right behind Hermione as her friends looked up at him.

"Uh, Hermione…" Harry called her attention to him. She caught on to his glancing upwards and looked behind her.

"Malfoy…" she whispered. He gave her a look that seemed to tell her what he was doing. "Are you serious?"

He didn't answer her, but took her hand and pulled her out of her seat.

"Hermione?" she heard Ron call from the table, which was now long behind them as Draco led her into the dance floor.

If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe

Draco pulled her close to him and she wrapped her hands around his neck. He looked into her eyes. His face had been dead serious the whole way through this weird act, but now it cracked a big smile. Hermione returned the smile.

"So, broke out of your cage of reputation?" she asked.

"No, you just gave me the key," he smirked back at her. They danced slowly as everyones eyes fell on them. The white greek goddess and the dark vampire were dancing together. The Slytherin King was dancing with The Gryffindor Queen. It was remarkable.

Well it's all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what's real

Draco twirled Hermione around and brought her closer to him. It was all out in the open now, and she was finally his. Everyone knew it now

And I Give you just a little time
I Wonder if you realize
I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes

He closed his eyes slowly bent his head down as Hermione closed her eyes, waiting to feel him bent in, but he didn't kiss her. He went forward and gently brushed noses before slowly letting his lips find hers, but, when they did, it was perfect. At first, there lips barely grasped each other, and parted quickly, only to come back full force and lock on like no other kiss.

If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe

They heard everyone gasp around them, but they paid no mind. They were telling the whole school exactly how they felt about them with one surging kiss. Unfortunately, two people weren't satisfied with that.

So I whisper in the dark,
Hoping you hear me
Do you hear me?

"Hermione! What was that? Get off of her!" Ron yelled as he violently separated the two.

"Ron… Stop. There's no need to," Hermione tried.

"No need to?" Harry piped in. "Malfoy was kissing you! And you seemed to be enjoying it!"

She tried to hide the smile that dared to creep up on her face. "Well I did enjoy it. I think I might love him, Harry, Ron." She replied, looking at both of them, pleading for acceptance.

If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
Everything is alright if I just breathe... breathe

"No, 'Mione. We're going to have to think about this. This is our enemy! Our opposite! Malfoy! Ferret Face! What spell has he put on you?" Ron exclaimed as his face looked like a tomato.

"I didn't put any spell on her, Weasel. Can I help it if I'm to die for?" Draco smirked as he walked back over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her from behind her.

"Don't touch her!" Harry screeched

"Stop it! It isn't any spell, guys. I'm sorry, but it's real. I don't know if you'll be able to accept it now, but I hope you will. I don't want to loose friends like you guys, but I can't help who I fall in love with…" Hermione said calmly.

Ron sighed and walked away without a word.

Harry, on the other hand, was fuming.

I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain…

'Plastonio!' he yelled as he held out his wand at Draco. A flash of purple light was sent flying at Draco, knocking him half way across the room.

"Harry, no!" Hermione cried. She ran over to Draco and knelt down beside him.

Harry continued sending curses at Dracos body. Draco was slowly leaving consciousness.

"Stop it!" Hermione shouted before using her body to block the spell. She was hit with a red light and fell on top of Draco.

Harrys eyes went wide. "Hermione!" Harry exclaimed as he ran to her. "Hermione, speak to me!" he whispered worriedly.

"How… could you," she breathed before passing out.

"Potter!" Snape called from behind him, but Harry ignored him.

He let a small tear slip from his eye. "I'm so sorry."

"Potter!" Snape yelled one more time, "To Dumbledores office immediately!"

A/N: Ok, that was heated! I'm sorry it took so long. I have no excuses though. So, anyways, review! I need some motivation here, people! If you review, tell me whether you like the POV's or the normal one better. Thanks!