AN: Well, heres chapter 6. I'm going to try to make the chapters longer, probably because your all irritated that I either keep taking long breaks (mostly caused from IRL such as my own emotional problems, fights with friends, and just being too lonely or my addiction to dot hack) or the chapters being short. Well, heres the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor the song mentioned in this chapter. Call me when your sober belongs to Evanescence.

Mistress of the Night

The Calm

After classes that day, I went to my personal sacunary, and no that isn't the library like so many people think. Its a room I found connected to the Head Girls, where it was just relaxing. It was a room filled with whatever I needed, kind of like the Room of Requirement, but this room, always had the same layout. It was about the size of my bedroom, it was all tatami mats with a place to take off your shoes. It had a little bathroom connected to it, and back in the main room, it usually had just a small desk and a journal with a pen on it, but this time because I needed time to think, it was gone and instead there was soothing music playing with a futon on the floor. I laid down on it, closing my eyes and thought. I was now apparently the Mistress of the Night, missing a whole lot of information about her because she won't tell me, Dumbledore is still hiding stuff from me and both Malfoy and Snape are acting really weird. I sighed, just listening to the music and drifted off to sleep...

One month later

Dear Diary,

My last entry where I caught you up about how I became Mistress of the Night and what she told me, well, nothing really exciting has happened since. Malfoy and Snape have started acting like their selves, though I overheard one night that Malfoy is going to not take the mark though he wont' be able to go back home after that. Dumbledore still wont' tell me what he's hiding, and the Mistress hasn't tried taking over, hasn't spoken, and the only power I know is poofing. I found out after some research it wasn't apparation since it apparently has some weird feeling with it, but poofing isn't anywhere I can find. I'm not complaining though, its fun even though I have to use it cautiously. Today is September 31st. Malfoy and I have to go over final plans for the Halloween ball since we both agreed it was better to get it over now so tomorrow, our weekend go to Hogsmeade (AN: I'm sorry if this is not spelled right) and unlike the students, as head boy and girl we can just go to a hotel room always reserved for us at the Renaissance and stay there for Saturday night. Saturday we're going to hang out with our friends then Sunday buy everything we need and discuss with people anything we need done. Our plans for the ball so far is to have it a costume ball, where only fourth year and above will attend. We're planning on having Evanescence play (I found out their magical, figures.), floating pumpkins, you know, the usual. Every time Mmalfoy and I talk about it, I get a weird feeling inside. A tingling at my heart that also kind of hurts. I think the Mistress has plans for that night, I hope she doesn't but we'll see.


Theres a knock at my door so I have to go!

Love,

Hermione Granger

I yelled out "Just a minute! I'm in my PJ's!" and I quickly got dressed into a pair of ripped up jeans and a black hoodie, and came out and as I thought, it was Malfoy.

"Granger, ready to finish out the details about the ball" he asked, and I just remembered we agreed on a truce. I was still expecting him to call me mudblood.

"Yeah" I jumped down from the stairs and landed onto the couch as Malfoy just looked down at shock, mostly because our rooms were so good it was about a story i just jumped.

He walked down and sat on the opposite couch and started rambling on about stuff such as food (Which we agreed would be mostly candy during he actual ball since dinner was still going to happen), thankfully Evanescence hasn't canceled, we agreed on how the posts were going to look like, blah blah blah. It actually bored me. Sure, I'm still a know-it-all bookworm, with 110 in all classes or more (Yes, thats including Potions) but I just don't' really care for these trivial details that much anymore. After about two hours of mostly hearing 'blah blah blah' and only paying attention on important things, the meeting ended and it was time for dinner, yet I didn't feel like going to the Great Hall. Harry, Ron and I were fine and all, just they were too busy snogging their girlfriends Cho and Lavender. Harry and Cho always had fights and I was usually comforting Harry, while Ron and Lavender could be found snogging everywhere. On the great table, on professor Snape's desk, anywhere most likely... Ginny was still loving Harry, saying that unrequited love was better then no love. I don't really understand here, but then again, I didn't even love Krum, only liked. So I've never really loved. After so many times hearing that I'll die alone, I just accepted it. Whatever. Too many fights over that.

I walked upstairs, silenced my room, warded, all that good stuff and sat down on one of my clouds. Oh, I should explain. I transfigured some of my chairs to be clouds, looking like them and floating like them. I read it in a book, and it was fun. They could extend, shrink, or anything like that at your own will. And they were really soft! I also made my cd player running of magic, and I flicked my finger as a song started playing. I loved singing, it was something I could do well yet if I sang for someone or around people, I made myself sound really bad to hide it. I recognized the song playing, Call me when your sober by Evanescence. One of my favorite bands.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

I can't relate to this song at all, but I love it. I love Amy Lee's voice. I sighed as I saw one of my alarms on my wall signal someone was at the door, stopping the music and opened the door.

"What is it Malfoy?" I asked, glaring. I hated being interrupted in my alone sessions.

"Why weren't you at dinner? I had to give the announcement by myself!" Oops. I forgot about we had to announce the ball.

"I wasn't feeling good... Sorry. I almost threw up so I was laying down waiting for it to pass."

"Fine. Don't let it happen again." He huffed, and went back downstairs as I closed the door.

I sighed, not in the singing mood any longer and felt all the sudden to need to sleep so I got into my PJ's, and got comfy under the covers, falling asleep quickly.

Dream

"Hello Hermione." It was the Mistress, sitting on her throne looking beautiful as usual. I sat down on the other seat.

"Hello Mistress. What has happened for you to talk to me now?" I asked, just getting to the point.

"Clever I see. Well, as you know Young Malfoy has decided to reject the dark mark, and somehow his father has found out and is planning to visit tonight. I ask your permission to take over your body, to not fuck him, but to watch from somewhere Dumbledore and I agreed on, and if things get out of hand, I will make myself known but hopefully it won't."

I thought for a minute, and nodded.

"Will I be aware of it?"
"It will seem as a dream since you deserve to know what happens." I just nodded in agreement and all the sudden, the dream went fuzzy as she took over.

Dream

Mistress POV

I sighed, getting out of her bed and smirked. I was already dressed and make up on, everything. Its been awhile since I've been in this world and with a flick of the wrist, I "poofed" as Miss Granger said, into the room Dumbledore had agreed I could stay and he was waiting there.

"Mistress, I was expecting to see you." He said, bowing in respect. It sounded weird hearing that old man call me Mistress but I just nodded.

"Yeah yeah, he's in the building. Go in your office. I've agreed not to be seen unless it becomes a death or life situation, and I'll mask my aura." I said while rolling my eyes, so paranoid but for a good reason. He went into his office and right that moment he sat down, Elder Malfoy came in calmly.

"Lemon Drop Lucius? Or maybe a cup of tea or coffee?" He offered politely. What the hell. He even offers him lemon drops? I thought it was just staff and students. Mad old fool.

"No thank you. I'm hear to request to see my son." He said, only twitching his eye a little at the lemon drop. Still, HAHA YOU RUINED YOUR PERFECT FACADE! MIDDLE FINGER FOR YOU! Er... God. Any who.

"I'm sorry Lucius. Young Malfoy is of age in the subject of seeing his father, seventeen if you'll remember, and he told me he has no wish to see of you." Dumbledore said all with a twinkle in his eye. The stupid twinkle that pisses me off. And everyone else. But everyone else doesn't matter... Oh god. I'm ranting in my own mind. I must be finally going mad. Any who, back to them.

Lucius finally lost his cool. He started yelling, threatening at the old man saying he was a high rank, blah blah blah. Then poof, not literally, Aurors stepped in and told him he needed to leave as it was approaching midnight and the school needed their sleep and he would be arrested if he didn't leave now. Oh god, his expression of fury was amusing as he left the building and Dumbledore headed to bed. I just went back to Hermione's bed and slept, resulting her being in control of her body, but I felt her laughing at Lucius. She had a nice laugh... too bad she didn't laugh more often.

Hermione's POV

I woke up in the morning in a good mood. Lucius was hilarious last night and I went to the bathroom, locking it so Malfoy couldn't get in and took my shower. As I was drying off, I noticed the blood red dagger on my back, indicating she was in control but ti wasn't bloody at all, which means she didn't kill or fuck anyone. Which means she kept her promise. I wonder what was the conditions of me being chosen as her host, i know its more then my past. I'll ask her later. I got dressed into extremely baggy black pants and a black hoodie and went down to the great hall, sitting between Harry and Ron, whose girlfriends are with their other friends, talking about makeup and such. Oh god. That horrid stuff... Anyway...

"Good Morning, Harry, Ron." I greeted while grabbing a couple pieces of French toast. I love French toast... I added some sugar on the side and ate it with perfect manners, unlike these two.

"Morning Mia" they both responded, though Ron's was a little muffled from all the food in his mouth.

"Ronald! I told you so many times not to eat with your mouth full!" I scolded, like it was expected. After breakfast was finished we did our trip to Hogsmeade, nothing exciting happening. We went to all the shops, had a butterbeer, and they went back to Hogwarts while I just checked into the Renaissance, sighing happily on my bed. I didn't really care that we shared a room, I just wore these clothes to bed thats all. I hoped Mistress would stay calm during this.

Nothing really happened that night. The next day we just bought materials..

Things stayed this calm, Mistress never acting up, never taking over, or anything. Until that is, Halloween. Thats when this calm ended...

End

I know this chapter isn't any longer, but I'm hoping the next one will! Does anyone have any suggestions for the Mistress name? I'm kind of clueless. Well, leave a review!