Yes, yes, I'm updating in pairs. I am tremendously bored. I'm playing Virtual Villagers and I have two games, but I one of them I'm waiting for the golden child to be born (by the way, does anyone know if you need an extra level of fertility to get the golden child?), and in the other one they're cleaning up the beach.

Therefore, since all other games on this machine=yawn, and I don't have anything else to do before 12 tomorrow (the only time I can go online), so I'm typing as much as I can before I think of anything else to do.

RECAP:"Geminio" He cast, and picked up the duplicate to read in his room, after thoroughly warding it and hiding it behind the bookshelf beside his bed. He did, after all, want to live for more than ten minutes.

Moments after he hid the diary, the woman who's thoughts he had been reading came knocking on his door.

She was holding her diary, with a thunderously angry expression on her face.

Draco swallowed nervously as fear clouded his brain. Not fear of the brunette standing in his doorway. No, if she was angry enough to hex him, he could hold his own in a duel, but what worried him was what she might say in her anger.

If she told him that she hated him, that she despised him and wanted nothing to do with him, then he wasn't sure if he could take it. He was revolted by the feelings and thoughts he recognised in his brain, but he couldn't change them. He couldn't change the fact that he felt like never eating or feeling happiness when he thought about her proclaiming her hatred for him, any more than he could change the fact that thinking of them together made him want to leap for joy.

But whatever befell him, he would rest… well, not exactly happy, depending, but at least part resigned, as long as the bookworm he had been blessed enough to know was happy.

He readied himself and turned to the still-seething Hermione. "Yes?" He asked, as politely as he could, his eyes darting nervously to the leather-bound book in her hand the only indication that anything was amiss in his mind.

Hermione stepped into his room and sat down on his bed, her hand loosely clutching her diary next to her, but her calm demeanour conflicted with the venomous way she thrust the piece of parchment in her hand that he had noticed, his attention occupied on the diary in her other hand.

He caught it with one hand and quickly read it.

Hey Herms!

There was a announcement last week while you were in your room, skipping breakfast and studying, having no fun, as usual :).

There's gonna be a ball in a few days, forgot to tell you before. You don't have to worry about a date. I'll meet you in the great hall where the ball is.

Harry's gone and asked Gin already, and she answered with a big snog in the middle of breakfast! I swear, they're only doing this to annoy me!

-Ron

At first, Draco couldn't see what got her so riled up, but then he read it again and understood. He let out a breath of relief as he realized that she wasn't mad at him, but at the Weasel.

"Bloody stupid Weasel." He said as he gave the parchment back to the angry witch.

"How dare he! He snogs Lavender, comes back and says sorry, I was stupid enough to forgive him, then he goes off and sticks his tongue down Parvati's throat 'Just once, Herms!'', then when I reject him, he goes back to Lavender for snogs and who knows what else!" Hermione ranted, her free hand clutching the air as if she were strangling the youngest male Weasel. "All the time, having the nerve to keep flirting with me and asking me out every available chance! I had the good grace, stupid grace I see now, to ignore him. And now, now! Now he's come up with this stupid little plan to get me to go out with him!"

She finished her rant, breathing deeply and clutching his bed as if physically trying to stop herself from leaping up and strangling the object of her ire.

Suddenly, the angry frown on her face turned into a smile. She had an evil expression on her face, and Draco unconsciously took a step backwards. He knew what that look meant, and right now he was pitying Potters sidekick.

The got up slowly, still clutching her diary. "I know something that will get it through his thick skull that I do not like him"

Then she turned that look on him, and Draco stopped pitying Weasely and started feeling scared for himself.

"But I need your help" She continued, oblivious to Draco's increasing anxiety. "I need you to be my date to the ball" She said.

She seemed to notice the shocked expression on her face and was quick to do what she thought would reassure him. "Not really! Just to get Ron mad.". Seeing the downcast expression that was then apparent on his face, she tried to convince him "Please! Me going out with his worst enemy would make him just turn puce! Please?" She said, giving him the puppy-dog eyes. He could do nothing but sigh and nod his head.

She hurtled herself at him, and the next thing he knew he was being hugged by his secret crush. He awkwardly hugged her back, and she sprang back, regarding him with an annoyed expression.

"Why aren't you as happy as I am?" She demanded with her hands on her hips. Frantically, he searched for a suitable excuse.

"Well, I would have to pay for the dress, don't I?" He drawled, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

Hermione laughed "There's the Draco that I know and don't love" She said jokingly. Her jesting words caused his heart to temporarily freeze over, and he cursed how this book-loving goddess was able to send him reeling with a few words.

"At least I don't support a team other than my own" Draco challenged.

"There is nothing wrong with the Bulgarian team!" Hermione said, scandalised and gearing up for another debate.

Umm… Bye?

No? Er… Umm… Lemme see…

I do own Harry Potter?

No?

I don't own Harry Potter. There! I said it! Happy now? *Folds arms and sits in the corner*