Chapter 6! It's called: Malfoy admits. WHAT?

"Oh, My God, Hermione! It's so. beautiful!" Lavender squealed.

"Really? You like it?" Hermione said humbly.

"LIKE IT? LIKE IT?" It wasn't Lavender who spoke up this time, but Ginny.

"Hermione, it's gorgeous! We love it!" Lavender said, looking at the silver and red balloons.

"Thanks, guys! Are you sure there's nothing bad with the silver streamers?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Well. just a question. but why are the colors Gryffindor and Slytherin?" Ginny asked confusedly.

"To show house unity, you know? I thought maybe Dr- Malfoy and I could get along better if I decided to put up red and silver streamers and balloons," Hermione told them happily.

"Is there something you're not telling us, Hermione Jane Granger? Like.a crush?" Lavender asked her suspiciously, looking at Hermione.

"WHAT? No! I just want to be FRIENDS with Malfoy, so we're not fighting all the time! I'm quite sick of it, actually! I would never ever like the FERRET!" Hermione said, a little too loudly.

"Okay, okay, Hermione. I believe you," Ginny said, casting anxious glances around the Great Hall.

"It's okay, Gin. There's no one else but us three in here," Hermione said, noticing Ginny looking around.

"I can't believe the ball's in two days! I'm so excited!" Lavender squealed again.

"Lavender, stop squealing. It's so childish," Ginny said sternly, but couldn't help squealing along with her.

"Hey, 'Mione, we'll tell you what our dresses look like if you tell us what your dress looks like and who your date is!" Ginny said, looking at Hermione hopefully.

"On my deathbed, Ginerva Weasley! I am not 'gonna tell you, and you will not know until the ball!" Hermione told them 'angrily'.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Hermione," Lavender said, pulling out a clear vile.

"WHERE IN MERLIN'S NAME DID YOU GET THAT?" Hermione shrieked.

"Someone's private stock." Lavender said, looking down at the floor guiltily.

"Who cares where you got it? Put it in Hermione's mouth, quick!" Ginny said giddily.

5 difficult minutes later.

"What does your dress look like?" Lavender asked her excitedly.

Hermione tried holding the answer back, but something inside of her forced it out. "It's dark red with silver sparkles, to match the balloons," Hermione said quickly and quietly.

"That sounds so beautiful, Hermione! Who's your date, Harry or Ron?" Ginny said lightly.

"Ginny, Lavender, you guys are so.. so.. EVIL! Ron is my date, though," said Hermione angrily, but then eventually the truth had to come out. "Stupid truth potion," muttered Hermione sadistically. "So anyway, what do your dresses look like?" Hermione asked them eagerly.

"Yeah, right, Hermione! We don't have truth potions down our throats!" Lavender said.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU GUYS!" Hermione yelped, as the girls ran for their lives, seeing the deadly look on Hermione's face.

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"Wow. Granger didn't do that bad of a job!" Blaise said, entering the Great Hall on October 30th, one day before the ball.

"Yeah...it really looks...good," Malfoy admitted.

"Up to your standards, Malfoy?" Hermione asked coyly, coming up behind the pair.

"Well -- I mean - It looks - " Malfoy stuttered.

"How does it look exactly, Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked him, smirking.

"It looks bloody amazing." Malfoy said softly and hurriedly.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked quietly.

"You heard me," Malfoy said as he and Blaise stormed off.

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Hermione was still rooted to the spot ten minutes later, thinking over what Malfoy had said to her, 'What does this mean?' she continually thought, as she went over Malfoy's compliment, 'So, Does this mean he likes me?' Hermione thought, but that hope was dashed almost immediately as her conscience sneered, 'Yeah, right. Malfoy would never date you!' Hermione knew that consciences were for telling the truth.

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The day of the ball...

"Malfoy, I have something I would like to ask you," Hermione said, entering the common room.

"What's that, Granger?" Malfoy asked, trying to hide the curiosity in his voice.

Hermione daringly stuck her hand out and declared, "I would like to call a truce," Hermione then assumed he would say, 'Sorry, I'll get germs if I shake your hand,' or something rude like that. But she was shocked by his actions once more as he said, "Okay, truce," and shook her hand. Hermione was left standing there mulling over his actions for the second time in her life.

A/N: hi guys. Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to end it there. I've looked over my hits (on my stories) and I've gotten 614, which is FANTASTIC. But, even tho many people have been reading this story, I've only gotten SIX reviews for the last chapter. I must admit myself disappointed. I understand that it's difficult to review- cough but if you like this story, you silent readers will review. Thanks and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter! The next one will be up if I get 10 reviews!