A/N: Alright first of all don't worry about the cCC kid who said 'your story sux ass!' it was my friend Cristian who put it up there cause he asked me if I got flamed yet and when I told him no, he decided to be stupid and flame me without even reading my fic lol! He's so stupid lol! Anyway, um, I'm so glad so many people enjoy this fic and it seems every time I update I get new readers ^_^

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Chapter 7: Dumbledore's Alternative

He sat there staring sightlessly at the flames of his fireplace thinking. Just pondering, how within a little less then a week life has been nothing but misery. The only perk about his hell was a Jacuzzi tub, which he hasn't even taken advantage of yet. He, every girls fantasy, stuck in a room with a brainiac Gryffindor who he wanted nothing more then to be rid of. Why couldn't any other girl be Head Girl, at least he might've had some sort of pleasure by now, instead of painful, sleepless nights of crashing into a bloody invisible wall. And now this…

'Damn fool, why doesn't he just drop dead already? He looks like he's good to do so at any moment! Father cannot know about this, I'll never hear the end of it from him. Or maybe I should tell him so he can stop this madness and perhaps change the order of things around here. Yet after that, I might not ever stop hearing the lectures of the mudblood for bringing father into the matter. I CAN'T WIN EITHER BLOODY WAY!'

Draco continued to just sit there sunk into his chair while Hermione slept. He couldn't sleep; the bloody wall wouldn't let him.

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Harry was wide-awake; he couldn't sleep. His scar was stinging slightly, and it only brought troubled thoughts to his already troubled mind. He didn't want to talk about his worries with anyone, for if he did, it would only make them more real. Harry hasn't forgotten the prophecy about him and Voldemort and even though he never showed it nor mentioned it since 5th year, it did scare him. Though this was his seventh year, everything was going to happen soon. They had lived in silence for a year already, waiting nervously yet at the same time calmly for Voldemort to attack again, yet nothing so far. Harry's scar never bothered him much throughout the year either, yet ever since he returned to Hogwarts his scar had been starting to hurt again like it had in 5th year.

He wished he could tell Sirius. Talk to the man who was his godfather. Another person Harry had lost to the dark side, what angered Harry the most about Sirius's death was that his own cousin killed him and it happened right in front of his very own eyes. Ever since then Harry had been having moments were he thought he felt Sirius nearby, or that Sirius had come back as a ghost, it only made Harry miss the man more. Harry didn't really show it, but he felt it, he felt the darkness in his heart created from all the loss, pain and hardships he has had to endure in only seventeen years. It made him somewhat distant with his friends, especially with Hermione and Ron who many times had to suffer through his venting.

"Ahhh…wish it would all just stop already!" Harry spat as his scar quickly gave off a hot-white pain, then vanished as quickly as it had come. The echo of Voldemort's sickening laughter was ringing clear in his head, then slowly quieted like the pain from his scar.

The war was coming, it was all being staged and planned right now. Dumbledore knew it, he was sure of that due to Tonks being the DADA Professor and all. The only thing that troubled Harry was, what would happen to him and his friends once it all begins? Would he die? Would he live? What would happen to Ron and Hermione, would they die or would they live? It all frightened him, and he had to suffer it alone. He couldn't bring himself to telling them anymore, he could tell they enjoyed not worrying about anything and when he brought up another theory he could see the look of fear and distress on them. He knew that perhaps he shouldn't tell them about the strange dreams he has been having lately, both when asleep and awake. He didn't know what they were or why he was having them, they never showed him clear things…was it worth mentioning and then worrying his friends? No it wasn't…if anything, he would face the rest alone. His friends have done more then enough for him, now it was time to face the future alone for it was his name in the prophecy not Ron or Hermione's. He even wished to keep Neville out of harm and Harry felt a connection with Neville, technically they both lost their parents and it was one of them that was to be in the prophecy. 

Harry stroked Hedwig's back gently as he looked out the window and up at the full blue moon, he was afraid.

The Boy Who Lived was also The Boy Who Wished He Had Died.

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Hermione stirred lightly as her alarm clock went of at 7:00 as usual. She opened her eyes to find an empty space where Draco usually was. She saw his school robes were gone from the closet as was his bag and books.

'He already left, well, better for me.' She thought as she got up and rubbed the sleep out of her tired eyes as strands of her chocolate brown hair fell in front of her face. She got up from her bed to find the letter Dumbledore had sent her and Draco last night, she suddenly frowned.

'I need to talk with Dumbledore today and see if I can perhaps clear up the matter. Hopefully I'll be able to, for my life would be a complete nightmare later on if I can't.'

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Professor Dumbledore later that day after classes was in his office, when his spiral staircase started turning and bringing up with it Professor Snape and to no surprise of Dumbledore's, Draco Malfoy.

Dumbledore looked at the two through his half-moon spectacles as they both got off the stairs.

"Ah, Professor, what is it I can do for you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Snape looked from Dumbledore over to Draco who had a smug look on his face, "It's not me who needs to speak with you Headmaster, its young Mr. Malfoy here that does."

Dumbledore, looked over at Draco, "Very well, you may go Professor Snape thank you."

Snape nodded and left the room back down the spiraling stairs.

Draco then looked back at Dumbledore who pressed his fingertips together and sat back in his chair, "Care to sit Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco looked at the chair in front of him as if it was diseased, 'Take a seat for the old git, I'd rather go through the Cruciatus Curse three times in a day.'

Draco then glanced back up at Dumbledore, "I'll stand."

Dumbledore nodded, "Very well, so what is it exactly Mr. Malfoy you wish to speak to me about?"

Draco casually slipped out the letter from his robes and carelessly tossed it onto Dumbledore's desk, Dumbledore glanced at it and smiled up at Draco who held a frown.

"I don't agree with that letter of yours." Draco said bitterly, glaring coldly at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up the letter and looked it over, while still looking over the letter he asked, "What exactly do you have a problem with?"

Draco looked at Dumbledore surprised that he couldn't figure it out, "You know exactly what I mean, you blood-…Headmaster." Draco strained, nearly forgetting his place.

Dumbledore smirked as he stared at Draco, "Something about the School Tournament?" Dumbledore asked, intentionally testing the young Slytherins patience.

Draco clenched his jaw holding back words of insult dying to come out. He looked down to hold back his anger and frustration and then glanced back at Dumbledore heavily restraining himself from possibly getting himself expelled, "About the ball Professor."

"Oh yes, do you not think it is not appropriate to have?" Dumbledore asked again attempting to play dumb.

Draco bit his lip, not even realizing that it was a gesture of Hermione's whenever she got nervous. 'The man is seriously trying my patience! Is he so bloody daft that he can't see that I'm protesting about the insufferable Gryffindor mudblood!?'

Draco let out a big sigh as he tried to calm down, though his pale cheeks were becoming slightly flushed with anger, "No-Headmaster-that's-not-it."

Dumbledore chuckled, much to Draco's displeasure as he glared at the old wizard sharply.

'Perhaps I should just tell the boy what he wants to hear. Though it has been quiet fun seeing how well he can control his temper.' Dumbledore thought, with a grin.

"Then I'm assuming its something about you and Ms. Granger having to open the ball together?"

Draco looked up at the ceiling in gratitude that the man wasn't a total loss, 'There is some justice in this world after all.' Draco thought as he looked back down at Dumbledore.

Draco was so tired from holding back his anger that he didn't have the strength at the moment to speak back, so he simply nodded still looking at Dumbledore sharply.

Dumbledore nodded, "Well, what is your problem with it Mr. Malfoy? Is having to be partners for the night such an impossible thing for you?"

Draco scoffed, "Distasteful, unthinkable, nauseating, and degrading is more like it."

Dumbledore smirked, "I'm sorry you feel that way Mr. Malfoy."

Draco raised a disbelieving brow up at him, "What do you mean, you feel sorry? Are you saying you won't change it!?"

Dumbledore raised his hand to Draco, "Not with you raising your voice like that."

Draco mumbled under his breath something about, 'Bloody git' and 'My father'.

"Why on earth not? I can't stand the blood-…the witch…I would be completely and totally miserable the entire time." Draco protested.

Dumbledore sighed, "I'm sorry for you Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore began as Draco narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore, "Yet, you should know that every ball we have the Head Boy and Girl are required to go together, open the ball and dance the first dance together along with the prefects and here at Hogwarts we do not break tradition, especially not for petty feuds between a Head Boy and Girl."

Draco tightened his fists, "I don't see why not! I can pick a girl to go with, that's easy, and Granger can go with her cat. It would all work out."

Dumbledore found this all extremely amusing, "Well as Head Boy certain sacrifices must be made on your part Mr. Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious? I don't make sacrifices."

"Well now you do."

Draco could not believe the unbelievable rotten luck he was having lately, He then looked at Dumbledore, "Well, that still leaves me with my problem."

Dumbledore glanced at the handsome young Slytherin, who looked very displeased and ready to jump out the window.

"Well…I suppose I can make this a less tragic event for you by perhaps adding a few things, if you like?" Dumbledore said.

Draco raised a suspicious brow up at Dumbledore, "Like what?"

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About a half hour after Draco left Dumbledore's office feeling a slight bit less angry then he had when he had first come to see Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was at his desk signing some papers from the Ministry of Magic, when the spiraling staircase started spinning again and he looked up and saw Professor McGonagall standing there with Hermione.

Dumbledore smiled, "Yes Professor, what is it?"

"Its not me Professor, its Ms. Granger, she would like a word."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled, "Alright, thank you Professor you may leave now."

Hermione looked at Dumbledore and smiled, "Hello headmaster, I hope I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Not at all Ms. Granger, I've actually just finished talking with Mr. Malfoy a short while ago." Dumbledore said smiling at the look of surprise on Hermione's face after hearing about Draco.

"Really? That's, um, strange." Hermione replied as she took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"So what is it you would like to talk to me about Ms. Granger?"

Hermione bit her lip nervously as she looked up at Dumbledore, "Well, Headmaster its about the letters you gave to me and Malfoy last night."

Dumbledore nodded, as he glanced at her through his half-moon spectacles, "Oh I see. Well go on."

Hermione smiled faintly, "Well, you see sir, its about me and Malfoy having to go to the ball together and all that. I mean, not to be rude or anything sir, its just that is it really necessary?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "You two must hate each other more then I thought."

Hermione's brows contracted together in confusion, "Sir?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Ms. Granger, I am sorry but these plans cannot be changed."

Hermione looked down in disappointment, "Oh, I see. Its just that I don't want to go with Malfoy, he's so obnoxious, stuck up, loathsome, completely unpleasant, irritating and not exactly my first choice to go to the ball with, if you see where I'm coming from sir."

Dumbledore nodded, "I do see where you are coming from Ms.Granger do not doubt that. Its just that, this school cannot change traditions due to a Head Boy and Girl disliking each other."

Hermione sighed disappointed and began getting up from her seat, "Well, alright then."

"Wait a moment Ms. Granger," Dumbledore began as Hermione paused in the middle of getting up, she glanced at Dumbledore, "If you dislike going with Mr. Malfoy so much, would you want me to perhaps make it so that it would seem like you wouldn't be with Mr. Malfoy that night?"

Hermione raised a curious eyebrow at him, "What exactly do you have in mind Headmaster?"

"A masked ball, of course."

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A few minutes before midnight when detention was scheduled for, Harry and Ron left the Gryffindor common to start heading towards the main stairway, yawning as they went.

"I hope I don't have to polish trophy's with Filch again." Ron said as they turned a corner.

Harry smirked, "Well seeing as Snape is in charge of this whole thing, I'm afraid to even think what exactly he'll make me do."

Just then Harry's scar gave him a pain unlike any other, Harry felt as though his head would crack open in half. He fell to the floor putting a hand over his scar wincing in pain and refusing to scream.

Ron got on a knee and put a hand on Harry's back, waiting for the pain to pass through Harry. Once it finally had, Harry moved his hand away from his scar and his eyes widened as he saw blood dripping down his hand.

Ron's eyes widened as he looked at Harry, "Harry…your scar…it's bleeding."

"What?" Harry said as he wiped more blood away from his scar.

Ron looked at Harry with fear, "Harry, did…I mean…bloody…god Harry."

Ron couldn't say anything; he had never seen this happen before. Yet neither had Harry, this had never hurt so bad before and his scar never bled before.

"We have to wait till it stops bleeding before we go on." Ron said as he took a handkerchief out of his robes and began wiping the blood away from Harry's scar. Harry was silent the whole time; he was scared…what was he to do? Should he tell Dumbledore?

"Thanks Ron." Harry finally managed to say.

"Anytime mate," Ron began, "You need to tell Dumbledore."

Harry sighed and shook his head, "Not tonight, let's just serve detention and if anything tell him tomorrow."

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Draco arrived at detention with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise. He didn't bother going to his room the rest of the day, he  only went after class to drop off his bag and books, then he spent the rest of the day with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Soon after they arrived, Harry and Ron arrived.

None of them said anything to each other, probably cause none of them wanted to be there. Within five minutes Hermione had arrived, putting a piece of parchment in her robes.

"Where were you all day Hermione?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked at him, "Library."

"Till midnight?" Harry asked rubbing his scar.

"Harry you ok? Your scar hurt?" Hermione whispered ignoring Harry's question.

Harry quickly put his hand away from his scar, "Just itched."

After that Professor Snape came down the stairs followed by Mr. Filch and Ms. Norris, when he reached them at the landing he said, "Glad you could all make it, I could sense your enthusiasm from upstairs."

Everyone frowned.

Snape formed a half smirk at their miserable faces. Just then the front doors opened and in came Hagrid with a lantern and Fang at his side.

"Ah, Hagrid…so glad you weren't late." Snape said in a dry sarcastic tone.

Hagrid nodded, "'Allo Professor."

"So what exactly are we doing for detention?" Draco said with obvious hints of annoyance and anger lacing his voice.

Snape looked at the blonde, "You'll see soon enough Mr. Malfoy."

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A/N: Yes another cliffe, I had to do it. It makes the story more enjoyable lol. Anyway, ok, yes what will Snape have the seven of them do that requires the presence of Filch and Hagrid? Why did Harry's scar bleed? Will Draco and Hermione ever fall in love? LoL, not for a while, lol but when they do it'll be HOTT! So anyway please read and review and don't forget to rate the story from 1 to 10, 1 being the worst and 10 the best! Thanks again, bye! ^_^