A/N: Hi! Yeah, I know I haven't updated in several days, but I caught the Writer's Block Plague! It's horrible! I can't think of any ideas! Much thanks to reviewers, and I do not own Harry Potter or Cats, or the Sound of music. And yes, the poem in here was written by me.

Ding Dong! The doorbell rang at the old abandoned house. It was noon. Hermione ran to get the door. When she opened it, she gasped. There were about a dozen roses on the front porch step. There was a card. She sat on the step; already sure she knew who the sender was. It read:

Dear Beautiful Hermione,

You're eyes, the shine like a jewel.

You're face is as pretty as a daisy.

It seems that you like me too,

So will you go to the Jellicle ball with me?

I know the poem isn't written very well,

I'm no Shell Silverstein.

But I want to get to know you, to see how you have been.

If you decline, I'll understand

But surely I will be blue

Because the happiest future I can think of

Is a future with you

Yes, I just invited you to the Jellicle Ball. You, Harry, Ron, and Professor Dumbledore are allowed to come. It will be the last night before Macavity and Voldemort are planning to come. It is in one week, so please let me know by then.

Love,

Your Magical Mister Mistoffelees.

P.S. I just wanted you to know that I am not participating in the Mating Dance.

Hermione giggled. This seemed exactly his type. He was the romantic one who always left mysterious, yet seductive letters. She read it over again. She decided that she would take a stroll over to Mistoffelees' pipe to see if he was there before she went to class.

She set the flowers in a vase and put them on the table that they normally ate breakfast at. She pulled on a red t-shirt that said Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since the t-shirt fit her fairly well, she put on a pair of blue jeans. She couldn't be sexing up Mistoffelees, not quite yet.

She paused and sat on her bed. She had read in several books written by several authors that Jellicle and witch/wizard mating had been reported to be almost the same as regular sex, except that they would be somehow bonded for life. Even if they broke up, Hermione would most certainly be pregnant, and somehow they would find their way back together again.

But it wasn't like she was actually thinking about having sex. No way, nuh-uh; it wasn't going to happen. She had sex with Victor Krum, only to figure out that he was disgusting and he smelled. He also didn't really care about her. But she wasn't a slut. She did believe in only making love to those whom she was actually in love with. She didn't believe in waiting for marriage, but she didn't believe in having sex with every male she met. But Misto would be different. Sure, it might be a different kind of organ, but the books and two people who have experienced it.

She stopped herself. She couldn't possibly be thinking about sex. She and Misto had only just gotten together; wouldn't that be taking it too fast to even get close to suggesting it? That would be just-

"Hey, Hermione!" Jemima said, snapping Hermione out of her little daydream.

"Hello Jemima," Hermione said. She had gotten to like Jemima in her classes, she was very attentive.

"What were you thinking about?" Jemima asked slyly.

Hermione blushed slightly. "Nothing…how about you?"

Jemima smiled. "That's what I came here to talk to you about. Er, do you know if Harry has been talking about, oh, I don't know…me?" she asked shyly.

Hermione gasped. "Oh my goodness, you like Harry, don't you!" she squealed.

Jemima's face turned as red as Bombalurina's fur.

"Well, if you want to get his attention, use those singing lungs of yours. I bet you'll catch his attention then."

"Hermione, you're really nice. I haven't had a lot of good times, because of my dad, and this is truly appreciated."

Hermione was confused. "Munkustrap seems like a nice cat…"

Jemima's eyes widened. "Oh, no, Munkustrap is wonderful! He's my uncle not my real dad…Macavity is."

Hermione instantly was hugging Jemima.

"He was in possession of me until 5 years ago, when I ran away and found my mother, Demeter. Macavity raped her, he was jealous of Munkustrap, who was his brother. I had a horrible life, but then the Jellicles saved me, sort of."

Then there was a peaceful silence. They enjoyed each other's presence. Jemima, feeling the energy, started singing.

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are, standing there, talking to me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Hermione smiled. She mustered all of her calmness, and sang:

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

Jemima grinned. She sang:

So somewhere in my youth, or childhood…

I must have done something good.

Hermione giggled. "You're such a drama queen!"

Jemima titled her head slightly, looking confused. "No, I'm a Jellicle queen."

Hermione laughed. "No, see…never mind, I don't think I could explain it to you. Anyway, I was wondering, why does Cassandra act so…medieval? I mean, she has Alonzo, doesn't she?"

Jemima giggled and hesitated. "Well, Cassandra…"

And they sat there, giggling and talking, sharing and gossiping, like they knew each other since birth. Whether or not they should've.

A/N: Whoa, stop the presses! Is Livvy actually…dare I say it…UPDATING? Yes, I finally mustered all of my brain matter to write this chapter. I am unsure of the quality, so I need y'all to do me a favor. See, there's this button at the bottom of the page. It says REVIEW. Yes, that button. To us authors, you might know, that button is the key to our hearts. If you could do me that GIANT favor and click it, and tell me what you think of the story so far... I WOULD WORSHIP YOU! Okay, maybe not worship, but be very happy, and might even recover from my tragic writer's block. Thanks, Livvy.