A/N: Of course, I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter.


Chapter Twelve: Be my date?

Draco, I meant 'No' when I sad that during class. I'm

not going to the ball with you unless you ask me

properly! Instead of telling me I'm going with you!

Just letting you know! You better think of a different

way to make me go with you!

-HG

Hermione slipped the letter on Draco's desk as she took longer to leave the classroom. Draco looked up to her and smirked. Immediately she glanced up to Professor McGonagall, who stared at them suspiciously. Shooing them out her classroom with her hand, they nearly ran out, separating as soon as they exited.

Most of every student at Hogwarts was having a early discussion of the Ball. The lower students talking to how they were going to try to find a guy that needed a date and the rest that were able to go attempting to find someone for a date. Hermione and Ginny were probably the only two that were set for the ball. She smiled. She truly was thrilled. She knew she would have Ginny near her most of the night because of Draco and Blaise.

History of Music was the worst for Hermione. She was sitting at the end of the row, with Harry to her right then came along Ron. Harry looked over to Hermione every chance he got, seeming as if he were going to say something to her.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Hermione, becoming annoyed with the random glances.

"What? Oh- It's nothing." he glanced down to the blank parchment in front of him.

'I'm no good with asking.. But do you want to go to the ball with me? As friends? He had wrote on the paper

Hermione frowned. She didn't want to have to reject Harry.

I'm sorry, Harry. I already have a date. His eyebrows furrowed.

Already? It has not even been a day yet.

As Fred and George once said, you have to move quick or all the good ones will be gone.

"Who are you going with?" he asked, moving closer to her so Ron didn't listen.

"None of your business." she said quietly, not taking her gaze away from her classwork.

"'Mione, come on."

"You will just have to wait until the ball. It's a surprise."

"We will all be in masks! How can I tell?"

"Our masks are supposed to come off at midnight. Don't you know masquerade rules?" Harry squinted his eyes in thought. Of course he didn't know the rules. It was just a ball. "If you did your work in here for once, you may actually be interested in it."

"Yeah, right. Me being interested in this class would be like you interested in Quidditch."

"I'm interested in Qudditch! I just prefer to stay on the ground." argued Hermione.


Hermione sat at the couch in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Ginny sat beside her, mumbling to herself as she tried to figure out answers to her ancient runes homework. Already finished with her homework, Hermione sat there to relax. Her thoughts still in the clouds about the Ball to come.

"Hermione, someone told me to give this to you." said a fourth year coming through the portrait hole. "Tall, blonde hair. He was outside and said if i didn't deliver this to you, he would curse me every time he saw me.." the boy almost looked scared. Hermione shook her head, a reminder in her head to smack Draco for the threating underclassmen.

"Thank you. Don't worry about that boy. He would curse you." she said with a smile. He shrugged his shoulders, and walked away from Hermione.

Hermione,

please meet me at our classroom. Now if you don't mind.

-DM

Hermione grinned. "I'll see you later. He calls to meet." she said with a giggle to Ginny.

"Okay. I'm heading to bed soon, I'll see you in the morning." said Ginny looking up from her book.

Hermione left the common room, walking quickly around through the corridors to Draco and hers classroom. She was only in the room for a few minutes before Draco burst through the door.

"She knows." said Draco when he entered.

"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, Draco running his hands through his hair.

"McGonagall! She obviously knows about the two of us now." Hermione tilted her head in slight confusing.

"Draco, she isn't going to let anyone know. She probably doesn't even realize we are friends." Draco frowned at the word friend.

"How can you be so sure?" he said, irritated.

"Gryffindors do not rat out another people. " she said, her eyes narrowing at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, I want to show you something."

"What if we are caught!"

"It isn't midnight yet. I didn't have any trouble getting up here all the way from the dungeons. Come on." Draco grabbed her hand and guided her out the classroom. The candle lights blowing out as the door shut. Hermione remained quiet as they quietly roamed the empty corridors to the seventh floor.

"Where are you taking me?"she finally asked when they didn't stop walking.

"Don't ask questions." he stopped when they arrived at a bare wall. Hermione then realized she was on the seventh floor. The floor that the Room of Requirements was at.

"Why are we here?"

"Stop asking questions!" he said, not showing any hint of annoyance. The door appeared a second later and he took Hermione's hand once again. "Come on, little one." he said smiling, when he opened the door. Hermione was confused, but followed him in.

It was as if someone had been living in the room of requirement for most of the year. It was as if she were in a small flat. but the main room they were now standing in, was lit up with candles, and balloons filled the room. Keeping a hold of the red balloons, a banner wrapped around them that said, 'will you go to the Ball with me?'

Hermione couldn't help but to smile. It was a sweet, unexpected way for Draco to ask her. She appreciated it and loved it. Hermione nodded.

"Yes. I'll go with you now." she said happily. "This was perfect, Draco. I really like this."

He grinned and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm glad! Thats why you haven't heard from me the entire day. I was trying to find where to get the balloons. I had to sneak out and go to Honeydukes."

"You could have been in so much trouble if you were caught!"

"Like always. But it was worth the risk."