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Hermione soon found herself sitting rather uncomfortably in one of the large cushy armchairs in Dumbledore's cluttered office. The clever old man watched her quietly from behind his desk, a characteristic gleam in his eyes.

Her mind started to push into a chaotic whirlwind, panic burning its way through her veins making it impossible for her to sit still. How did he find out? Why just me and Draco? What about Ginny and Blaise? Did Blaise turn us in? Did Ginny! Too many thoughts shoved their way into the front of her mind making it throb.

"Alright then Ms. Granger let's begin to discuss the issue at hand shall we?" Dumbledore stood from his chair placing his hands on his desk. "Mr malfoy has already left the grounds as I requested of him although I must say he didn't leave without expressing his opinions on what I had to say, That is to be expected though in such cases." Dumbledore mused completely oblivious to Hermione's terror stricken face.

Oh my god Draco got suspended? Or even worse, he got expelled! Emotions swirled in her chest overwhelming her for a moment. Anger at the unfairness of everything that had happened, Fear that she would meet the same fate as Draco, Loss over her future, and the most confusing feeling yet, regret. Regret over not being able to spend more friendly time with Malfoy?

Hermione was drawn out of her daze by the sound of Dumbledore's voice cutting through the air, giving her sentence.

"Oh I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? So sorry" Dumbledore began.

Not that it matters

"Now Miss Granger I understand that the Head girl position provides a great deal of stress for its bearer," Dumbledore started to stroke his beard, "And you may want to relax or find a way to relax but…"

Oh god here it comes. 'Mione closed her eyes tight preparing herself for Dumbledore's next words.

"…I'm afraid I must ask you to put such actions on hold for the time being." He walked to a portrait of a sleeping headmaster and studied the intricate frame.

The waiting is killing me!

"You see I am in need of yours and Mr. Malfoy's help."

This is it. Wait. What? Our help?

"Ms. Granger I find I am in dire need of yourself and young Mr. Malfoy to go to several Dance clubs tomorrow evening."

Hermione's mind went into shock and her jaw dropped.

"Since tomorrow is a Sunday, classes will not prevent the two of you from leaving in the early evening so that you may both return at a decent time that night." The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes had grown into a full blown gleam.

He WANTS Draco and I to go to a club? Inside Hermione was laughing, in fact she realized that she was laughing outside too.

"Why whatever is so funny Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore asked eyebrow raised.

"Oh nothing Professor, it's just that its not very often that a student is asked to go to a club on a school night by the headmaster." 'Mione answered regaining her newly acquired cool, relaxed exterior. The immediate danger had passed.

"Ahh yes well these are special circumstances Ms. Granger. You see due to the popularity of teenaged night clubs amongst our older students I thought it would be quite fitting to have our annual Halloween ball in a muggle night club. This you see is where you and Mr. Malfoy come in, I thought it best that since you and Mr. Malfoy are in charge of the balls, you should be the ones to choose which establishment shall host our little gathering." Dumbledore's face cracked into a smile.

"But professor how exactly are Malfoy and I supposed to get to all these different clubs? If they are in the muggle realm we can't just apparate we may be seen." 'Mione asked cautiously, it felt as though Dumbledore was leaving some things out and she wanted to know what.

"Clever as always Ms. Granger. That is where Mr. Malfoy is at the present time, securing muggle transportation." Dumbledore moved to another portrait and studied it as well, Fawkes squawking quietly behind him.

"Malfoy is going to get us transportation? But he doesn't know the first thing about muggles, let alone how the get around!" 'Mione yelled.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy assured me that he knew what he was doing. Now I think it would be best if you went to bed, you will be up late tomorrow." With that Dumbledore turned away from her ending their conversation.

'Mione walked down the corridors heading towards her common room, head buzzing with thoughts. Everything that had just happened seemed like a blur. One moment she was afraid of being expelled, the next she was actually ASKED to go to SEVERAL clubs with Draco. What's this world coming to?

"Minerva you can come out now." Dumbledore spoke to seemingly nothing.

"Albus are you sure this is a good idea? I mean you saw how angry there were last night at that club, to send them back out… alone and together seems to be asking for trouble." Mcgonagall said worriedly.

"Yes Minerva it must be done if either of them are to survive what is soon to come." Dumbledore looked to the portrait hole Hermione had just passed through, "They need to get over their differences."

"I hope you're right Albus you are playing with fire here and I'm hoping that we won't all get burned." McGonagall looked to the portrait as well her thoughts troubled with riddles of what would be and could be.

At the common room door she gave the sweet black cat the password and walked into the common room. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that Malfoy wasn't there. Thank God. I don't think I could deal with him too tonight.

Feeling completely drained she headed straight up to her room, immediately relaxing as she heard the far off chatter of dolphins in her enchanted walls. She sleepily changed into her comfortable flannel pajamas and fell back onto her bed staring at the distorted moon the water's surface on the ceiling. This room is way to cool.

Draco walked into the dark common room smiling to himself. I am so glad that that old geezer put me in charge of getting from place to place. Maybe he has some common sense after all. He laughed to himself, Nah. Granger must be asleep. Boy is she in for a surprise. He smirked and stalked off to bed.

The next morning 'Mione was up early finishing her weekend homework before draco was even up and then quickly made her way to the very empty great hall for breakfast. She had every intention of avoiding Malfoy until she had to leave for their clubbing tour and was going to do everything possible to accomplish her goal.

Draco had the exact same idea only his way hadn't worked out quite the way he had hoped. On his way to the great hall he ran into the last person he wanted to see, Blaise Zabini.

"Oh…hey Blaise what's up?" Draco said awkwardlt as he slipped into his cold façade and played everything off as fine.

"You and I need to talk." Blaise stated simply, grabbing Draco's arm he dragged him into an empty classroom.

"I was going to get breakfast." Malfoy stated matter-of-factly.

"It can wait," Blaise turned to face him and the sincerity in his features made Malfoy's smirk falter a bit. I know exactly what this is about.

"Whats going on with you and Granger?" Blaise blurted cutting right to the chase.

"Well what's going on between you and Weasley?" Draco retorted his self assured smirk sliding back into place.

"Crap! How'd you know it was her?" Blaise said startled.

"I had Granger with me" Draco shrugged it off.

"Do NOT tell anyone do you understand me!" Blaise said picking up a very disinterested Draco by the collar.

"I won't. You and I are in the same boat." Draco, now with his feet back on the floor, dusted himself off.

"So you- you lov...er…" Blaise stopped to afraid to say such feelings toward a Gryffindor out loud.

"I'm not sure just yet" Draco responded truthfully. "Now if you'll excuse me I would rather like to get some breakfast." He said and swaggered off to the great hall.

Hermione and Draco successfully managed to avoid one another for the day but the time came when they had to meet for their club excursion.

Hermione exited her room in a light blue mini and a white tank with a seascape painted abstractly on the front. Her long red-tipped hair lay smoothly down her back and over her shoulders, light eye-shadow enhanced her eyes honey brown color. She watched as Draco, who had been waiting in the common room for her, sucked in a long breath. She smirked knowing she looked good. Maybe I'll have some fun tonight.

Draco couldn't take his eyes off of 'Mione. Her outfit was simple but beautiful on her. He wanted nothing more to walk up and snog her senseless, which judging by the smirk on her face, she just might allow. But his Malfoy instincts conflicted with his heart. I should hate her. I should but I don't.

"You got the list of clubs?" Malfoy asked, breaking the silence.

"Yup got it from Dumbledore this morning. You have the portkey to Diagonalley?" Hermione milled cunningly.

Damn she's gonna be a handful tonight Draco thought as he watched her eyes take on a mischievous glint.

"Yeah I got it. Our vehicle is waiting for us there." He answered readying the portkey.

"Speaking of which what did you get? Not anything with the word clown involved right?" 'Mione asked frowning slightly.

"You'll just have to wait and see," now it was Draco smirking. "Ready to go?" He said holding out the portkey.

"Yeah" she said as she reached out and touched it. They were on their way.

Hermione opened her eyes to find that they were in an alley in muggle London right outside Diagonalley. "Ok Draco so where's our ride?"

"Right here." Draco said gesturing to a vehicle parked on the street.

"You're kidding me!" 'Mione yelled as she realized what it was he was pointing to.

Sorry this took awhile I was having comp trouble.

Sorry this isn't really an actionpacked chappie but the next one has more...well you'll see. lol

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