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All is fair in love and war

a story written by Grace Robin

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Chapter 5 – The fun begins

It had been two weeks since school began, and Draco and Hermione now had to start planning out the Winter Dance. True, it wasn't for another few weeks, but they had to organise food, decorations, fliers, and helpers. At least the two of them had already figured out one of their problems – the helpers. All the Prefects and Heads of the school had to patrol the halls at night. It was obvious that the Prefects hated this job, as they always ended up having to do it with someone they hated from another house. So Hermione had thought of a cunning plan. Why not Draco and herself offer to take the Prefects patrolling duties for a few weeks, and then exchange that for help? When Draco had heard this plan, he at first disagreed, but then realised it was their best bet.

Over the past few weeks Draco and Hermione had become friends. Orginially they had just tolerated each other – it had been hard at times especially for Draco, because he had to stop calling her mudblood and other horrible names – but they had gotten through the worst of it.

The best part of Hermione and Draco being friends was how they were able to do Head duties so much quicker. For example, this dance. Normally it would take a month to plan everything out, but within a week, the whole shindig was figured out. When it came to decorations, the twosome had decided on some pretty awesome ideas. One of their main features would be snow flakes which would fall down from the roof, but after 2 seconds on a surface, the snowflake would disappear, so that people woul not be slipping on them while dancing. And for the first time ever, Hermione and Draco got some muggle entertainment to come and perform at the dance. It had been hard for them to find spells to make the performers think that they were just performing at a muggle school dance, but after a day of searching through the library, Hermione had finally come across a spell that would be perfect. Now all Hermione and Draco had to do was find outfits, set up the hall on the day and relax.

Things were going extremely well with Chris and Hermione as well. Not only were they in love, but they couldn't get enough of each other. Although, it had nearly gotten too far, way too many times. And Hermione may have gone through with doing it with Chris, but she knew that she wasn't ready yet. The couple had made a very quick transition from talking and being more like friends than girlfriend and boyfriend, to being a mostly physical, kissing couple.

Life was going so well for Hermione, she just couldn't believe it. And life became even more interesting one day when Ginny burst into the Head's common room, looking dead from a long run from the front of the school all the way to the Head's dorms. As soon as Ginny had her breath back, she spoke so fast that Hermione couldn't understand her. After coxing her to slow down, Ginny said,

"Guess what Mione – this Saturday we can go to Hogsmeade! And do you want to hear even better news? The Three Broomsticks is holding a teen night club that very night! Do you want to go with me? Please, come on, you know you want to. It's dress up and everything. Oh, and you have to wear a mask. It's all to do with being fair to all the unfortunate girls and guys who can't get dates – that way, if no one knows who anyone is, no one will be rejected! Please say you'll come!"

"One question – is it a girl's night out for us to enjoy ourselves, or are we inviting the boys along as well?"

"Do you even need me to answer that question Mione? Of course it'll just be the two of us. The boys see too much of us anyways. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a guys night either!" and so in their guilt-less manner, the girls got ready to have a fun night of flirting and dancing in less than 5 days time.

All week they had anxiously been waiting for their party time to come. Hermione had come up with an awesome idea. Instead of paying for new outfits, why not just imagine some clothes in her enchanted room? After a while of trial and error, Hermione had figured out that if some else was in the room, and wanted to imagine up something, all that had to happen was for the two people to imagine something at the same time. When Saturday night finally came, The girls got together to start getting ready. Hermione and Ginny both started trying to figure out their dream outfits, but Ginny wasn't happy.

"Hermione, why are you just wearing a boring black long sleeve top and jeans? You know what? I am going to imagine an outfit for you" Hermione didn't really like this idea. Knowing Ginny, it would be a very revealing dress that she would never ever wear, even for her future spouse. But she let Ginny go through with the plan, because she knew that if she didn't, Hermione would never hear the end of this argument.

Happily Ginny set her imagination wild. After a few minutes of thought, she finally came up with the perfect outfit. First long, black, zip-up stiletto boots. Then, a mini skirt. Yes, a white mini. Next came the shirt. It was a very tight halter neck, bright red in colour. As Ginny added finishing touches to the outfit, such as jewellery and a baret, she imagined the clothes onto Hermione and before her stood the finished product.

"Now that is H.O.T.!"

"Isn't it a bit too revealing? Okay, well, a lot too revealing? And how about my mask?"

"Hermione, get a life! Have some fun! And besides, don't you want to have so carefree fun without your boyfriend staring at your boobs all night long?"

"Umm, earth to Ginny – every guy in the place will be starring at my boobs!"

"Not as much as your bum," stated Ginny as innocently as she could.

"Thanks for those words of encouragement," Hermione sarcastically said, and she began to walk off to the bathroom.

"Wait! Your right, I still need to imagine up a mask for you," Ginny screamed out.

"Nah, it's alright – I've just decided to make up my own mask," and within a minute, Hermione was wearing the most gorgeous mask either girl could ever hope to see. It was red, to match her shirt, and it was shiny. There were little, thin streaks of colour going from the eyes out which looked like waves rolling. From the mask came the beautiful smell of Hermione's favourite perfume. Underneath the mask red make-up followed out from the mask making the mask look like it covered more of her face than in really did – but not too far. There were little sequins near Hermione's eyes, and in general, her face looked just gorgeous.

Although, without the mask, Hermione looked pretty stunning in her own right. Over the past seven years, Hermione had grown from a small, not super pretty book worm to a beautiful, graceful, modestly smart girl which any guy would be lucky to date. It shocked Hermione how many guys now paid attention to her.

Once Ginny was ready, the girls left the head room and went down to the front doors to wait for a carriage to take them to Hogmeade. But as they were leaving, a certain boy was entering.

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Draco had just walked back to school from a day at Hogsmeade. Man that day had sucked. Some guys were paying him out about how Hermione had creamed him a few weeks before, and even though his plan to get back at Hermione was in motion, he still was not happy by how the guys were treating him. As he entered Hogwarts, all he wanted to do was go back to the Head's room and sleep off the bad day. But as he walked through the heavy wooden doors, he saw Hermione and Ginny walking towards him, and what a sight he was treated to. He knew Hermione was beautiful, but he never ever wanted to admit it. As Hermione and Ginny walked past Draco felt lust towards Hermione. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to hurt her for what she had done to him, but he wanted her to be his more so at this moment. But then his thoughts came back to him.

"Draco, what are you doing? You HATE Hermione. I mean Granger. Oh, why did she have to be so nice recently? And why don't I hate her? Arghh!" but suddenly came to his ears a conversation from Hermione and Ginny.

"Oh Hermione, I just can't wait to get to the Three Broomsticks! This is going to be so much fun! I've never been to a dance club before,"

"Yeah, neither have I, but I've heard so much about them, and it's so nice to be allowed to flirt with other boys for just one night,"

"You got that right. Well, we have plenty of time – the thing doesn't start for another hour. Maybe we should wait here a little longer,"

"Nah, lets just go – then we get to meet guys sooner," giggled Hermione and Ginny and off to the newly arrived carriage they walked.

"Oh, I have to go to that club and dance with her – I just need to get close to her. Besides, when ever is she going to dress like that again? Wait, why do I keep thinking of her this way? Oh, love gods of the sky, please keep me away from her and towards other hot girls," and so Draco ran to the Head Dorms to get ready.

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Aww, I feel so special – 3 people have reviewed my story! At least I know a few people are enjoying my work; yay! So, will Draco make it to the party? Ans what will happen if he gets there? Well, you'll have to stay tuned in for another few days to see the outcome!