A/N FERRETS! Yay.

Harmione's POV

Breakfast was in an hour, so I went to the common room to get Millie.

I shook her awake and she shouted out, "IWANTTHEPANCAKES- Oh, hey Hermione."

"Hey, I'm going to go take a shower. Meet you in the dorm in thirty minutes." And with that, she flounced off towards the bathroom.

15 MINUTES LATER

Millie sat down and began to brush her hair. "So...What do you want to do today? Wanna go down to Hogsmeade?"

"Sure, check out this newsletter Dumbledoor sent out." It reads, "Blah blah blah, DANCE ON FRIDAY NIGHT, blah blah blah, no more putting Neville's toad in the boiling cauldrons, blah blah blah..."

"Sounds fun, right?"

"I don't know, it sounds kind of mean...That poor toad!"

"No, I mean the dance!" I exhasperatedly explained.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah..." I don't get it. She was excited, then upset! There's definitely something weird about this girl.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Oh look, time for breakfast." And she ran out of the room.

Harry's POV

Millie took a big swig of Orange juice. Once she had swallowed, she said, "Ah, orange juice. The coffee of a thirteen year old." She was so funny, and surprisingly cute. Not many witches "coughcoughHERMIONEcough" are cute.

Just as she took another sip, I decided to be brave, and face the consequences.

"Millie? Do you like, LIKE Malfoy?" As I said that, she spit all her OJ back into her cup. She looked at the cup, then at me. She seemed perturbed.

"Now I need more orange juice." She dumped her spittle over her shoulder and poured more in. "And to answer your question? Yes, I am completely and totally in love with Draco Malfoy, in fact I wish to marry him. Tomorrow." I picked up on her sarcasm immediately. "Our Brangelina name will be Milko." She rolled her eyes ans Hermione and I cracked up.

"What the bloody hell is Brangel-" "Shut up."

Millie cut Ron off in an amazingly hilarious fashion.

Well, now I know who to ask to the dance.

"Millie," I started. "Do you want to go down to Hogsmeade after breakfast?"

"Yeah Hermione and I we're already planning on it. I just got to do something first." She jumped up and ran over to the Slytherin table.

"Why am I always left out of everything!" Ron cried out.

Draco's POV

I saw Millie "running" over to my seat. I really had to thank her. Ever since I started hanging out with her, more people have been talking to me.

"Drrrrraco!" She grabbed his shoulders and used her momentum to jump up high in the air.

'Bloody hell!" She began laughing and scrunched up between me and Pansy.

"Kay, I need to talk to you in private." She stood up, which defeated the purpose of sitting down, and pulled him away.

"WHO ARE YOU GOING TO ASK TO THE DANCE?" She asked, or rather, demanded.

"Well so much for talking in private." I snorted.

"So, unless theres a girl named 'so much for talking in private' at this school your answer is..." She put her hands out. "I mean, I'm the only girl at this whole school who actually likes you, and we're just friends."

"Gee, thanks, you're really very nice."

"Ooh! Ooh! I know! How about Hermione Granger!" She asked jokingly, but slightly hopeful.

"Yeah, right."

"Why don't you like her?"

"She's a filthy mudblood!"

"Hey, Draco, guess what? I'M A MUDBLOOD. So, does that mean that you can't like me? Because I'm pretty sure I'm your only friend. And not to be brutally honest, but if I ditch you, everyone else will."

"Oh crap. You just kind of...blew up there, huh? And, wait...You're a mud-ggle born? But you told me that, that you were a pure-blood, and I thought that, wow...Uh..hmm." That was just, confusing. But, my father wouldn't let me hang out with a mud-ggle born. Well, he doens't have to know... "Besides, even if I did like her, she wouldn't like me..."

"Aha! So you DO like her!" She eyed me suspiciously. "Should I tell her, or you?"

"Wait, WHAT? D, none of the above!"

"Wouldn't it be 'C?'"

"Shut it."

"You just chose the former. Okay, See ya! Peace."

Harry's POV

"What the hell is Brangelina!" Ron demanded.

"Hey Hermione, I have something to tell you," Millie said, slipping back into her seat across from mine, and completely ignoring Ron. "Here, come with me."

"I don't think Millie likes me," Ron decided.

A/N Kay, so hope you liked it! Bahahaha, poor Ron. And Draco, sort of. And orange juice. Hmm. kthxbye.

P.S. I hate that, I've just seen it all over the internet.