The ball had begun, the music playing gracefully, as if following the dancers movements instead of the other way around. Masks covered their faces and their costumes set the air of a fairytale night, which was appropriate for Halloween. The usual candles and pumpkins and bats floated everywhere, but the other decorations were new. Elegant drapes hung along the walls, the ceiling displayed a starry night sky, deep blue and black, stars shining extra light on the students below.

No one knew who was who. That was the plan, the agreement. No one would know until the end of the night. The masks were enchanted. They were not to be removed until the revealing at midnight, but even then it was not mandatory that they stay off.

The Head Girl smiled at her work, her ideas, unfolding in front of her. Her brown hair was straight, trailing down to the small of her back, her eyes were hidden behind an exquisite black mask, and the long black Elizabethan gown she wore gave an aura of mystery. Blue beading sewn throughout, the dress made her look gorgeous, accented every curve of her body, flowing outward at the hips. It flattered her well, and everyone noticed the beauty standing in the corner, yet no one daredd go speak to her, but that doesn't mean they didn't want to. They yearned to seek her out, if not out of curiosity, then something more.

This simple fact is what brought him to her attention. He was tall, dark brown hair, and looked amazing in the black suit he was in. The silver and black mask hid his eyes, his face, but his confident smile was there for all to see. This applied to several people walking around the Head Girl, except not one of them were taking slow steps toward her. She could see the outline of his face now, his stong jaw, and for what the mask would allow, a straight, perfect nose and, finally, his eyes were visible through the holes and the blue shone through. As he reached where she stood, his hand slid out of his pocket and reached for hers. He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it softly, bringing red color to her cheeks.

"May I have this dance?" His voice was soft, yet strong with a certain confidence. She looked him up and down, tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly.

"Of course." The Head Girl let him guide her out onto the dance floor. He was graceful, more graceful than she was, and it embarrassed her. He led her into a Waltz and twirled her around, making several couples around them stop to watc. Se moved along with him, following his lead, and prayed that he didn't realize how lost she really was. She watched his face as he watched her and realized that he wasn't even trying. It wasn't hard for him to keep up to the rhythm of the music. He had been trained in this type of dance, and the Head Girl could sense it. She momentarily wondered who he was, if she knew him. He seemed more mature about the entire situation than the other students did, so she deduced that he was an upperclassman, probably a sixth or seventh year. House was something that invited her to think harder. His entire posture and clothing situation, not to mention his dancing abilities, displayed wealth, which probably meant that he was a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw, yet his confidence and courage screamed Gryffindor traits. House didn't matter at this point really, they were just there to have a good time, and the mask were there for just that purpose; so no one could discriminate against other houses.

His footwork sowed, and he pulled her closer. The scent of her hair clouded his nostrils and his mind, while his cologne made her senses dance. She felt good against him, small and warm. Her hand stayed in position on his shoulder, the other hand in his, as he slid his free hand tighter around her waist.

"Are you thirsty?" He questioned, noticing the flushed look on her face. She simply nodded and he let go of her, cold air hitting where warmth had just been. He led her to a small round table and pulled out the chair for her, and pushed the chair back in quickly. He disappeared for a brief moment, then returned with two wine glasses, and a bottle of red wine.

The Head Girl didn't speak as he poured her a glass. The wine was permitted for only seventh years, so this confirmed her previous deduction. He handed her the glass and she sipped at it, having never tasted any form of alcohol before. He sipped his faster than she did, showing he was a more experienced drinker.

"So do you always dress so mysterious?" He asked. He watched her as she smiled shyly.

"No, never. That was the point of this Masquerade Ball, was it not? To be someone you're usually not?" She responded, raising an eyebrow at his inquisitor.

"Of course, but everyone incorporates something from themselves into their fantasy creation." His reply was true. She smiled at him in response. "You have a beautiful smile."

His comment made her blush and down the rest of her wine as an excuse to not answer. He poured more into her glass as she set it down on the table.

"So, what kind of books are you interested in?" She questioned, and he began talking.

They conversed for hours, even missed the unmasking, never taking their eyes or thoughts off of each other. His interest in books met hers and they talked of the differences between Arithmacy and divination, but still kept a personal effect on everything. They talked long past the time of departure for the underclassmen, and long into the final dances for the seventh years.

The Head Girl stood up when he did and they smiled at each other. He held out his arm and she slid her arm through his and let him guide her through the doors.

"Which way to your dorm?" He asked, and she led the way. She took him up many sets of stairs and stopped near the Astronomy Tower, to a painting of a lion lying beneath a tree on a sunny day, with a serpent wrapped around the trunk. The Head Girl whispered the password and the painting swung open.

"Would you like to come in for a few minutes?" She invited and he smiled in response, then followed her inside, and sat down on one of the couches while she ran up stairs. He looked around, knowing his surrounding well.

She came back down a few minutes later, still in her elegant dress and mysterious mask. She smiled as she sat down beside him and he returned the gesture, inching closer to her.

"So, all the mystery is gone for you. There's no doubt who you are." He said, lifting a hand to her face and pulling the mask off carefully. She smirked at him, "Miss Head Girl, Hermione Granger."

"You are clever, aren't you?" She said, reaching towards his mask. "Yet, I'm still in the dark about who you are…" He grabbed her hand before she could pull it down.

"Wait, I want it to be a mystery. You may not like me after you find out who I am." e put her hand on his shoulder and inched closer to her even more.

"I will like you after. You're a great guy-" Her statement was cut short as his lips came down on hers, massaging her lip with his tongue, begging for her to open, which she slowly did. His tongue found hers, sending shivers up her spine as she slowly followed his motions. She pulled him closer, deepening that kiss, and he slid an arm around her waist, pressing her against him even more. Her hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck, entwining her fingers in his soft hair, trailing one of her nails along his neck. He shivered slightly and began kissing her with more force. He pressed her back on the couch gently and began ravishing her neck with kissed, sucking every now and then The dignified Head Girl couldn't control her motions, her thoughts, as she let a small moan escape her lips.