CHAPTER FOUR: I Will Win!
As the Halloween Ball drew closer and closer, Hermione and Draco worked furiously, each determined to win.
"Oh, this is the best plan EVER!" Hermione cried. She smiled feebly as she imagined the ball; Girls in gorgeous dresses were everywhere, dancing with the hottest boys in the most handsome dress robes as cocktail waiters offered them drinks, "my ball is definitely 'gonna win."
"God, I am SUCH a genius!" Draco said. He grinned as he looked down at his plan; The Weird Sisters were playing up on stage as girls in skimpy dresses danced with hot guys like Draco in their street clothes, "What crazy person WOULDN?T want that?" Draco asked the common room wall as he tipped back in his chair, smirking.
"Who wouldn't want what?" said a voice from the corner. Draco whipped around, expecting to see a heap of bushy brown hair, spying on his plan for the ball.
"Oh, it's just you," he said.
Pansy started inching seductively towards Draco as she simpered, " Who were you expecting?"
With the hint of a frown, Draco replied, "No one, who would you think I was thinking about?"
'You wished it was Hermione, didn't you?' his conscience asked him.
'WHAT? No, I didn't!' Draco thought indignantly, although he could feel a pale pink tinge in his cheeks.
'Ha! I knew you liked her!' his conscience started cracking up, 'Shut up! You're giving me a headache!' Draco told it. Because Draco was having a good old chat with his conscience, he missed the fact that Pansy was sitting on top of him! She was kissing his soft spot, right below his ear.
"Pansy, get the hell away from me!" Draco snapped at her.
"Yeah, Parkinson, if you love Ferret boy that much, well, I don't see who would, but seeing that you're not the brightest crayon in the box...get a room," said Hermione, emerging from a darkened doorway.
"Where did you come from, you stupid Mudblood?" Pansy said, trying to get revenge on her for calling her dumb. (a/n: she's not as stupid as crabbe and goyle, guys.)
"Don't be so surprised, Parkinson, I've been here in the room this whole time," she said coldly.
"So how's your plan going, ferret?" Hermione questioned, with the air of forced politeness.
"I'm never 'gonna tell you, not until the end when my friends and my enemies judge us, which is ten days from now, if you haven't forgotten," Malfoy said with an evil laugh.
"I know that, I'm not stupid. In fact, I'm smarter than almost everybody in this school. I'm surprised you forgot that," Hermione said.
"Excuse me, can someone tell me what is going on here?" Pansy asked.
"We are-" Hermione started automatically.
"Not you, Mudblood. I meant my honey-pooh-bear, Draco," Pansy stated frigidly.
"Will you STOP calling me that in public? Actually, stop calling me that ANYWHERE! We are not going out, okay?" Draco said angrily, storming from the room.
"Honey-Pooh-Bear, WAIT!" Pansy said, chasing after him.
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"And then she called him Honey-Pooh-Bear even after he told her not to!" Hermione finished up, looking at Ginny, Ron, and Harry.
"Oh, my God, she's an idiot. Why would she call him whatever-the-heck-it-was even AFTER he told her not to?" Ginny asked her.
"Well, we know she doesn't have a brain," said Ron.
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think she was THAT stupid!" Harry said.
"I did. I thought everyone did," Hermione said.
Well, everyone will now, after we tell everyone what happened!" Ron said happily.
"Oh, I don't think I can do that, Ronald," (A/n: that's from the second movie, Tom Marvolo Riddle! Lol. ) Said Hermione.
"Why not?" said the three of them in unison. Ginny, Harry, and Ron all exchanged looks of mingled surprise and confusion.
"Because I don't want to. If I do, Draco will get mad at me, and I don't want that," Hermione said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. Even she was surprised as she said them.
"Okay, Hermione. Number 1: We do NOT, I repeat, do NOT call Malfoy by his first name: Draco, no matter what. Number 2: Since when have YOU cared about hurting Malfoy's feelings?" Ginny asked her.
Hermione didn't answer. She was too busy thinking about some certain Slytherin...
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Hermione paced the common room, waiting for Drac- no, Malfoy - to return so they could get on with their patrolling. She imagined his face when he saw her outfit of silver and gold. When Lavender and Pavarti picked it out, they said, "You know, to show house unity." Hermione was having second thoughts, though. She couldn't do anything about her silver mini skirt or tight red cropped tee now, though, because she heard the door opening.
"Hello, Her- I mean, Granger," said Draco, surprised that he almost called Hermione- no, GRANGER! Not Hermione, GRANGER!- By her real name. He hoped she wouldn't catch his slip, though.
"Hello, Draco! I mean, Malfoy," Hermione replied.
"Since when did we start calling each other by first names?" Draco reacted.
"Hey, you almost called me Hermione!" Hermione said huffily.
"Yeah right, Mudblood. Why would I EVER call you by your first name?" Malfoy sneered.
Hermione looked at him strangely, and ran up to her room.
"Great, now what did I do?" Malfoy asked himself.
"That, m'boy, is what you have to figure out for yourself," A portrait of an old wizard told him.
A/n: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter! I worked on it really hard cuz I wanted you guys to have a chapter before my surgery... so enjoy! You'll get another one in a week or two, sorry! Thank you and lots of love to xX-Rupert-Has-My-Heart-Xx (I couldn't agree with you more on the pen name!) and pathalon! They are both my incredible betas and I owe them so much!