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And I know you're in this room
I'm sure I heard you sigh
Floating in between
Where our worlds collide

Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist -Muse

Hermione Granger giggled, and she never giggled. Unless it was a very funny matter or she got something right on an important test. Draco Malfoy had actually been jealous of Ron, He had called him a bloody wanker. She was a bit nervous about the ball tonight. For one thing she didn't know how pure blood wizards were going to react to the fact that Draco was going to escort a mud blood to an important ball. And second, she had nothing to wear. With troublesome thoughts, she rested her head on her pillow and plummeted into a deep slumber.

Draco sat on his window seat, staring at the ground of the Manor, he couldn't believe what he had just told Hermione. For many years, he had enjoy taunting and teasing the meek girl. He got a rise out of it and he enjoyed watching Potter and Weasel glare at him. Draco sighed and finally went to sleep. He could think of all his troubles the next morning.

The next morning, rain poured down heavily. Draco sat down across Hermione in the kitchen, watching her chat anxiously to the house elf Tinky. He knew his mother would have a fit if she saw Hermione talking to the various house elves. He poked at his Shepard's pie. He really wasn't hungry, he was more nervous. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself . Narcissa Malfoy entered the room, elegant from head to toe. " Draco, may I please have a word with you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, and looked at Hermione

He held his gaze for a few seconds and then followed his mother into his father's old study. She shut the door and settled into a velvet armchair.

"Draco, I have spoken to Anne Parkinson, and she think it's a lovely Idea if you bring Pansy as a date to the ball tonight." his mother said with a smile.

Draco glared. He hated Pansy, she was more of a whore and slag then a pureblood.

" I don't like that git, I'd rather go with Millicent Bulstrode, and she resembles a pug." Draco replied with a face.

"Draco, I don't like the tone that you're using with me, and do you really think I was going to let you come to the ball with Hermione Granger" I insist that she stay in her suite, and have no part in this what so ever" she finished with firm tone.

Draco smirked, " I don't care, Mum, I wasn't planning on going anyway.

Draco walked out of the room and back into the dining room, where he found Hermione helping Tinky fold the dinner napkins. She looked up at him and smiled, folded her last napkin and walked up to him

"What did your Mum want?"

Draco shrugged.

"I'm not going to the ball. I refuse and it's pure bs."

Hermione looked confused.

"I thought you really wanted to go"

Draco shrugged. "I really don't care Granger, I'd rather spend time with you than watch my mother be all whorish with the next pureblood millionaires because my father is in prison.

Hermione bit her lip.

Sometimes, she really didn't understand Draco.

Over the next few hours, the Malfoy Manor was transformed into a holiday splendor, with lot of red and green tinfoil, lots and lots of pine trees, making the house smell like actual Christmas.

At the last minute, Narcissa dragged her son downstairs and made him get dressed to greet some of the most important purebloods in England. Hermione stayed in her room knitting hats and socks. But then, curiosity got the best of her and she walked down the back staircase to peek at the ball. Hermione's eyes widened, it was almost like the Yule Ball, but a thousand times prettier. She then caught site of Draco, who was staring blankly at a window. Hermione blushed, he looked very handsome. He was wearing a long sleeved blue polo shirt with white stripes, and expensive looking slacks, and Italian leather shoes. For once in a long time, he had not put that awful gunk in his hair, His hair hung down in front of his eyes, and it was soft and luminous in the light. Part of her longed to run her fingers through his blonde hair. She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she caught sight of Pansy Parkinson running her fingers down Draco's back, trying to get his attention. Draco turned around and forced a smile. Hermione saw his mouth moving, as he leaned in and whispered something into Pansy's ear. Hermione felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. Why was he getting so close to the Slytherin slag? He caught Pansy hand and lead her onto the floor and danced. Something in Hermione raged and she went back to her room She trudged back to her closet and changed into her nightgown and went to bed. And she had no idea why she had the strong urge to cry.

Draco was in hell. He had to dance with the slytherin slut. She was all over him, and on one occasion she had even tried to pinch his butt! His mother saw from across the room and winked at him, as sending a message that said, good choice, He let go of Pansy and stalked away to the Hermione's room. He could tell that the light was off.

"I heard you invited that mud blood to come here"

A snotty voice said behind him

Draco turned to see Pansy with her hands on her hip and an outraged expression

"Oh go find a dick to suck on Pans," he replied with a smirk and opened Hermione's door

Hermione was huddled in about fifty blankets, sleeping. Draco had never known that even Granger could look sexy sleeping. Her normally wild hair was In soft curls around her face and she had an angelic look. Draco sat down on the bed. He had to admit, he did have a crush on her. He had a crush on Granger for gods sake. Without any thought, he lifted the covers and slid into the space next to her. He wish he could be in that position forever, With a yawn, he feel asleep next to his ex enemy.