A/N - This is just a fun little Halloween one shot which I hope you all enjoy!


Ron Weasley arrived at the front door of Hermione Granger's cottage, a couple of minutes before the time he'd arranged to pick her up. The two friends were off to a Halloween party at a new, very exclusive bar in Wizarding London. Ron had been the one to suggest the party, and it had taken him several weeks to persuade Hermione to accompany him. Although he was very aware that had she known the real reason for his insistence that he join her she wouldn't have agreed. But Hermione had no inclination of his ulterior motives, and Ron hoped it stayed that way.

Knocking on the door to let Hermione know he had arrived, Ron let himself into the small cottage his best friend rented. Hermione called from the bedroom to say she was nearly ready, so Ron waited patiently in her front room. As he was waiting Crookshanks came sauntering into the room and gave Ron a hostile glare as he jumped up on his favourite armchair.

"I wasn't going to steal your chair," Ron informed the cat. He'd learnt the hard way not to sit in the chair as he'd done so once before and Crookshanks had hissed at him and clawed at his legs until he had moved.

"It's nice to see you two getting along," Hermione's amused voice remarked from behind Ron.

Turning around, Ron's reply fled from his lips as he took in the sight of his best friend. Hermione had straightened her usually curly hair, which she was wearing loose down her back, and if he wasn't mistaken she'd had done something with the colour as it seemed slightly lighter than normal. However, the stunning deep red dress she was wearing was the real showstopper. It was cut low enough to hint at a rather impressive cleavage, and it clung to curves Ron hadn't even realised his best friend had. The look was completed with a matching red cloak in a nod to the fact they were attending a Halloween party.

"Is it too much?" Hermione asked, sounding nervous at Ron's lack of response. "I can go and change."

"Don't," Ron answered quickly. "You look amazing. Do you have a mask?"

"Of course," Hermione answered, producing a red velvet mask, the same shade as her dress and cloak and etched with a delicate gold pattern. "Although I don't see why the party has to be masked."

"It's Halloween and it's more fun that way," Ron retorted. "Are you ready?"

"I guess," Hermione said with a slight sigh. "Are you sure Harry and Ginny didn't want to join us tonight? We could have made a night of it."

"They already had plans," Ron answered. "Besides, you know Harry doesn't really do Halloween."

Hermione nodded, knowing that Ron was right and given the fact the date marked the anniversary of his parents deaths, their best friend tended to avoid any celebrations that took place.

"Do you not want to go out with me tonight, Hermione?" Ron asked with a pout, looking put out that she wanted other people to join them. "Am I that hard to spend time with?"

"You know you're not," Hermione chuckled. "I just thought it could be fun to go out in a group."

"Another time," Ron said. He was well aware that part of the reason Hermione had wanted other people with them was because she found it easier to leave early if there was a group of them, but if it was just the two of them she would feel bad bailing early on Ron.

Checking that Hermione had everything, Ron whisked them off to the club where the party was being held. Hermione was rather surprised to find the party was ticket only, and only those who had bought admission before hand were being admitted to the club. She was also surprised to find that masks had to be donned before entering and charms on the club ensured they couldn't be removed once inside.

"I hope this hasn't cost you too much, Ron," Hermione muttered as they handed over their tickets and headed into the club. Even though the club was new, she'd heard enough to know it was a high end place and she suspected prices would be on the high side.

"One of the perks of being Harry's manager," Ron chuckled. "I got the tickets cut price as the owners hope I'm going to tell Harry all about it and he and Ginny will put in an appearance one time."

Harry was a professional quidditch player, and a damn good one at that, and Ron was his manager. Initially, he'd just helped Harry manage his diary as a friend, but as Harry's star rose, so did the attention he received and Ron had stepped in to help handle the day to day running of Harry's life, not to mention negotiating his sponsorship deals and press engagements. These days, Ron also managed another couple of rising quidditch stars as while Harry was still his big client, there was a time limit on his career and Ron didn't want to be stuck when the day came when Harry retired.

Despite the party being ticket only, the club seemed to be doing good business and it seemed busy enough. Masked guests were milling around happily and the dance floor was buzzing with couples making the most of the loud music and flashing lights.

"You go and grab us a table and I'll get the drinks in," Ron said, directing Hermione towards an empty table he had spotted in the corner.

As Hermione made her way towards the empty table, Ron headed for the bar. He'd only been at the bar for a few minutes, and hadn't even been looked at by the waiters, when he felt someone standing beside him. Turning his head he found a brown haired wizard, wearing a dark green mask standing beside him.

"Weasley," the wizard said with a pleasant bob of his head.

"Nott," Ron returned, knowing exactly who the wizard was beside him as they'd arranged the evening together.

The wizard was Theo Nott, someone he'd gone to school with, although given their different houses their paths hadn't really crossed too much. Their friendship had only being forged recently when Theo had become the team Healer for the quidditch team Harry played for.

"Is she here?" Theo asked.

"She is," Ron confirmed. "Although it was hard work getting her to agree to come. This is not really Hermione's sort of thing. And if she knew what I was up to, she would kill me."

"Join the club," Theo chuckled. "Blaise and I practically had to drag Draco here tonight."

"Okay, so now they're both here, how do we get them together?" Ron asked. He and Theo had arranged the evening as a way of getting their two friends together as both Hermione and Theo's best friend, Draco Malfoy, were unlucky in love, and in their opinions they would be just perfect for each other.

"Eventually Draco will come to the bar when it's his round, and when you see him, you send Granger for drinks," Theo said.

"That's not going to achieve anything," Ron pointed out. "Being at the bar at the same time doesn't necessarily mean they're going to talk to each other. In fact, Hermione isn't likely to speak at all if she runs into Malfoy."

"She will if she doesn't know who he is," Theo pointed out.

"Unless he's wearing a full on hood, she's going to know who he is," Ron chuckled. "A mask isn't going to hide that hair of his, is it?"

"Then it's a good job he's charmed it for the evening," Theo retorted with a sly smirk, leading Ron to suspect he had been responsibly in some way for Draco hiding his distinctive platinum blond hair. "As you pointed out, even a mask doesn't hide his identity, and since he doesn't want to attract attention, he'd gone incognito for the evening."

"So how will I know who the hell he is?" Ron asked.

Making sure it wasn't obvious what he was doing, Theo pointed out the table where he was sitting with his friends. Two wizards were sitting at the table, one dressed in deep blue with jet black hair and another dressed completely in black with light brown hair. Ron didn't need Theo to tell him the wizard in blue was Blaise Zabini, which meant the wizard in black was Draco.

"I still don't see how we're going to be sure they're going to even speak to each other," Ron said. While he and Theo had planned to get their friends at the party this evening, they didn't have a firm plan to bring them together and now Ron was thinking that they had missed a trick.

"Trust me, I can get them talking," Theo said confidently. "Just make sure Granger turns up at the bar when Draco is here, and leave the rest to me."

Trusting that Theo could do as he'd predicated, as after all he was a Slytherin and therefore used to being devious, Ron finally managed to get some drinks ordered for himself and Hermione. He then headed to where his friend was sitting and made sure he positioned himself so that he could see Theo's table, and therefore wouldn't miss Malfoy heading to the bar. He then had to hope that Theo could do as he'd promised and find a way to get the pair talking or else they would have to go back to the drawing board and find another way to bring their two friends together.

Even though he was keeping an eye on the former Slytherins, Ron still made an effort to chat with Hermione and make sure she was having a good time. In fact they were thoroughly enjoying themselves and laughing merrily when he finally spotted Malfoy heading to the bar almost an hour after they had arrived.

"I think it's time for another drink," he announced, finishing the dregs of his drink and rising to his feet.

"It's my round, you got the last one," Hermione said, making Ron sit down as she got to her feet.

As he sat back down, Ron managed to hide his smile at Hermione's reaction. He knew from past experiences on nights out that Hermione liked to pay her own way, and she wouldn't dream of having anyone pay for her all evening, and so it had been fairly predictable that she would offer to buy the next round when he'd already bought drinks.

"Same again?" she checked.

"Yes please," Ron replied, settling back into his seat as Hermione made her way towards the bar.

Just as she reached the bar, Hermione's heel on her ankle boots gave way and with a startled cry she began to fall. Only the swift action of the wizard in black, who was already at the bar, saved her from falling flat on her face. With super quick reflexes, he steadied Hermione and caught her before she could make a complete fool of herself.

Thanking her saviour, Hermione looked up into the face of the wizard who had saved her and found herself gazing into the most stunning silvery eyes she'd ever seen. Her saviour's face was covered with a plain black velvet mask, but the mask didn't hide his soulful eyes, or his soft looking pale pink lips.

"Are you okay?" the stranger asked.

"No harm was done, thanks to you," Hermione answered, very aware that she was still held tightly in his arms. "I think the heel snapped on my boot."

"Allow me."

Before Hermione could work out what the stranger meant, he had pulled out his wand and fixed the heel on her boot. Only then did he very carefully let her go, all while making sure she was steady on her feet and the charm he had used to fix her heel had worked.

"Let me buy you a drink to say thank you," she offered with a smile.

"Go on then," the stranger replied. "I'll just order my friends drinks and send them over to them."

"I don't want to keep you from your friends," Hermione said, not wanting to seem like she was imposing on the stranger.

"It would be a relief to have a break from them if I'm being honest," the stranger admitted as he ordered his friends drinks and asked the waiter to take them over to them.

Hermione did the same for Ron as she didn't want him being left without a drink while she had a quick chat with her handsome saviour. There was something nagging at the back of her mind that there was something familiar about him, but she couldn't place him at the moment, but maybe a quick chat would tell her where she knew him from, or if in fact she was mistaken and he was a complete stranger.

"Have you fallen out with them?" Hermione asked as she placed an order for their drinks once refreshments for their friends had been sorted.

"Not exactly," the stranger replied. "But it can be exhausting dealing with them when they keep going on about my love life. I wouldn't care, but they're both just as single as I am, but they both seem to think I'm the one who needs help in that department."

"I know all about well meaning friends trying to sort out your love life," Hermione said with a snort. "Mine are just the same, always nagging me about getting out there and actually dating."

"Do you not date?" the stranger asked.

"Not successfully," Hermione answered with a chuckle. "My love life is a complete disaster zone, and quite honestly I think I've given up on love for the moment. I'm beginning to think that I won't ever find the sort of wizard I want to be with."

"I know what you mean," the stranger said with a sigh. "All the witches I've dated have all being the same, or at least all wanted the same sort of relationship."

"And what sort of relationship is that?" Hermione asked.

"I think it's what would be described as the typical magical relationship," the stranger replied. "Witches are wives and mothers, and wizards are the providers. I know those relationships work for a lot of people, hell my parents are blissfully happy, and that's the sort of relationship they have, but I worry they can be a bit lop-sided. I don't want someone jumping when I snap my fingers, I want an equal. I want a witch who knows her own mind, and isn't afraid of expressing it."

"You are in the minority," Hermione laughed. "In my experience, the sort of relationship you don't seem to want is exactly what everyone else wants. Even when I date a wizard who starts off seeming to accept I have a life and career of my own, it all seems to change when we get serious. In my experience all wizards simply want a wife who will stay at home with the kids and support them and their careers."

"Not all wizards," the stranger replied.

"So you would fully support a witch who wanted a career of her own?" Hermione asked sceptically. "Even after you were married and had children?"

"If it was what she wanted, then yes," the stranger answered. "When I have children, I want to be involved in their upbringing. I was raised fairly traditionally and it was my mother who primarily raised me. I adored my father, but he was this distant, sometimes scary, figure at times and as I grew up all I wanted to do was impress him. We weren't close, although we are now, and I know he regrets that. I don't want to be like him and regret the time I could have spent with my child. So when I have kids, I am going to be there and be involved every step of the way. What about you? Do you want children if you're so focused on your career?"

"I do actually," Hermione admitted. "I would love to be a mother. But as you've guessed, my career is important to me. Call me selfish, but I want both. I just don't know if I can have it all."

"I'm sure you can if you find the right man," the stranger said. "Do you want another drink?"

"That would be lovely," Hermione answered with a smile, thoroughly enjoying herself. She wasn't sure if it was the anonymity of wearing a mask, but she was being very open with the stranger who had saved her from falling, but she was loving every minute of their interaction.

Over a second, very leisurely, drink the pair continued to chat and flirt with one another, although neither of them offered their names. They were simply two masked strangers spending a pleasant time together.

"Would you like a dance?" the stranger asked as they finally finished their second drink.

As the stranger held out his hand, Hermione knew she had a choice to make. She could be a good friend and go back to Ron, who must surely be wondering what had happened to her, or she could take a chance and head onto the dancefloor with her masked stranger. Well aware that Ron could look after himself, and was always encouraging her to take a chance on love and would no doubt berate her if she returned to him and told him she had turned down a dance with a handsome wizard, Hermione slipped her hand into the strangers and allowed him to lead her to the dancefloor.

Unless it was formal dancing, Hermione usually felt self-conscious on the dancefloor, but whether it was the mask partly hiding her face, the potent cocktails she'd been drinking or the company she was in, but she felt nothing but free as she hit the dancefloor with her handsome stranger. After a couple of livelier songs the music switched to a slow dance and Hermione found herself in the tight embrace of the stranger. Giving herself up to the moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands slid under the cloak she was wearing and around her back, and their bodies pressed close together as they gently swayed to the music.

Midway through the dance their eyes locked and Hermione felt as if someone had suddenly turned up the heat as her entire body flushed with arousal. Unable to help herself, and not wanting to at all, she inched even closer to the stranger as his head lowered and his lips captured hers in a heated kiss. Right in the middle of the dancefloor she gave herself up to the embrace which was so heated that had they been alone she knew it would have led to more. However, they did manage to maintain some dignity as they eventually tore themselves away from one another.

"How do you fancy getting out of here?" the stranger asked, sounding slightly breathless from the kiss. "I don't know about you, but I'm itching to get this damn mask off."

"What about your friends?" Hermione asked.

"My friends are old enough and ugly enough to take care of themselves," the stranger snorted. "Besides, given how much they nag me about my love life I can't see them complaining about me leaving with a beautiful witch."

"And what about my friend?" Hermione questioned, blushing slightly at being called beautiful. However, she wasn't taking the comment too seriously as the club wasn't exactly light and half of her face was covered with a mask.

"I'm sure they won't object to you have some fun," the stranger replied. "After all, they seem just as interfering as my friends when it comes to your love life. But if you really don't want to go somewhere else, you can just say and I won't be offended."

"No, I would like to go with you," Hermione admitted honestly. It really wasn't like her to pick up guys in clubs, but there was something about the stranger that made her feel like throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance on him. "But I do need to tell my friend I'm leaving."

"We can tell my friend's as well," the stranger said.

Leaving the dancefloor, Hermione led the way to where Ron had been sitting, only to pause a little way away from the table as a gaggle of witches were sitting there, and there was no sign of Ron. When she mentioned her friend had gone, the stranger suggested they find his friends first and then they could take a look around for her friend before they left. Wondering what had happened to Ron, Hermione followed the stranger as he headed to where his friends were waiting for him, and then suddenly she spotted Ron sitting laughing and drinking with another wizard.

"Weasley?" the stranger spluttered before Hermione could say anything, and she realised that Ron was sitting at the table they were heading to.

Only that wasn't the only thing she realised in that moment. Hearing the stranger call out Ron's name brought a sudden torrent of school memories flooding to the surface. She knew that voice, and she'd heard it millions of times before. Only the wizard that voice belonged to had very distinctive blond hair, and the wizard she had spent the last few hours with was a brunette. Despite the hair difference, Hermione couldn't help but trust her instinct when it came to the stranger's identity.

"Malfoy?" she questioned at the very same time he uttered her surname, sounding just as bewildered as she was.

"That's taken the pair of you long enough," the wizard sitting with Ron remarked with a chuckle.

"What do you mean, Theo?" the stranger, whom Hermione now knew was Draco Malfoy, asked, turning his attention back to his friend, whom Hermione had also identified as Theo Nott. "I don't believe this, this is a set up. You brought us here deliberately," he accused looking between his friend and how cozy he seemed with Ron Weasley of all people.

"Ron, tell me this isn't true," Hermione gasped, even though she knew the suggestion made perfect sense. It was likely why Ron had been so insistent on her joining him this evening.

"Consider it a Halloween gift," Theo said with a wide smile. "Don't the muggles have some sort of tradition called trick and treat."

"It's trick or treat," Hermione corrected. "You get given a treat or you give a trick to the person who won't give you something."

"I think this way is much better," Theo said with a shake of his head. "You've both been tricked, but the end result is nice treat for you both."

"A treat you looked to be thoroughly enjoying on the dancefloor," Ron pointed out with a smug smirk.

"Yes, things were getting rather heated out there," Theo remarked, his smug smirk mirroring Ron's. "So before the pair of you start yelling at us for interfering, just think about how much fun you were having not five minutes ago."

"They are right you know," Draco said with a sigh, turning back towards Hermione. surprisingly, even now he knew who she was, he didn't feel the urge to run away. In fact, he very much wanted to continue where they had left off on the dancefloor.

"I know," Hermione muttered. "Don't you just hate it when that happens."

"I do," Draco agreed. "Fortunately, it doesn't happen often with my friends. They're so very rarely right."

"Mine as well," Hermione said, giving Ron a stern glare, which did nothing to wipe the smirk from his face.

"So do you still want to stick to the original plan and go somewhere quieter where we can remove the masks?" Draco asked. "Or now that you know who I am under the mask, do you want me to keep it on?"

"No, I'd like us both to take our masks off," Hermione replied with a chuckle.

"I'd call this an unqualified success," Theo announced triumphantly.

"I'd call this pushing your luck," Draco warned in a low voice. "I won't forget this, Theo."

"I should hope not," Theo replied with an offended tut. "And for the record, my preferred method of being thanked is an expensive bottle of firewhisky."

"A nice box of chocolates for me," Ron added with a laugh.

"Sod off," Draco retorted with a glare, before turning back to Hermione. "Should we go now?"

"Definitely," Hermione answered, taking hold of Draco's arm as they turned and walked away from their smug friends, who had plans on spending the rest of the evening celebrating their success of their scheme.

Outside of the club, Draco gave Hermione an opportunity to call it a night and go their separate ways as he didn't want her to feel pressured into continuing their night simply because they hadn't wanted to lose face in front of their friends. However, much to his relief, Hermione did want to continue their night as she admitted that she hadn't enjoyed herself as much in a long time.

"Do you want to go to another bar? Or we could head back to my place," Draco offered.

"Malfoy Manor?" Hermione questioned warily, not sure if she wanted to risk bumping into Draco's parents.

"No, I've got a penthouse in the city I spend most of my time at," Draco replied.

"I think your place sounds good," Hermione said, giving herself over to Draco for him to apparate them to their destination.

Draco's penthouse was every bit as luxurious as Hermione could have imagined and no sooner had they arrived then she was transfixed by the large glass windows that offered a dazzling view of London.

"It's a stunning view," Hermione said as Draco divested her of her cloak.

"Rather like that dress," Draco remarked with a low whistle. With the cloak, Hermione had looked lovely, but without it, she looked downright sexy. "I'm not sure I mentioned it back in the club, but you look amazing."

"Thank you," Hermione replied with a slight blush as she turned her focus back to Draco. "I suppose it's time to unmask now."

"I suppose it is," Draco agreed. "Do you want to do it together?"

On the count of three, they both removed their masks and Hermione found herself looking at a wizard who still wasn't quite right. Without the mask, she could clearly see that it was Draco, but the hair, which she was guessing was enchanted, still ruined the overall effect.

"Is there a problem?" Draco asked, noticing the scrutinising way in which Hermione was looking at him.

"Your hair," Hermione admitted. "It's just not very Malfoy like."

"No, it's not," Draco chuckled. "Father would have a fit if he saw me. But it was rather supposed to hide my identity. Even with a mask, I would have stood out tonight, and I wasn't in the mood to be fawned over simply because of my name."

"I can assure you, my interest in you didn't come from your name," Hermione chuckled as Draco waved his wand and his brown locks transformed back into their usual platinum blond. "Now that's more like it," she said with a grin. "Now I really feel like I'm with Draco Malfoy."

"I hope I can live up to your expectations," Draco chuckled, asking Hermione if she wanted a drink.

"I don't exactly have any expectations," Hermione admitted after accepting the offer of a drink. "I would never have ever considered I would be in your presence before this evening. Let's be honest, if we'd known who each other was this evening, we never would have gotten talking."

"I do rather think that was the whole idea of this evening," Draco chuckled as they settled on the sofa with their drinks. "I don't think it's a coincidence that our friends set us up at a masked party."

"I still can't believe they did that," Hermione said with a shake of her head. "I had no idea Ron could be so devious."

"He was likely led astray by Theo and Blaise," Draco offered. "I noticed Blaise had drifted off by the time we left, but he was in on it, I just know he was. Although, while I may never admit this to them, I am glad they decided to give us a Halloween trick and treat."

"Me too," Hermione replied with a grin. "I've really enjoyed this evening."

"It's not over yet," Draco murmured seductively as he slid closer to Hermione.

"I like the sound of that," Hermione returned as they deposited their drinks on the table and fell into a heated embrace. Only this time they were free to let nature take its course and they didn't have to worry about getting carried away in public. They were tucked away from the world, and no-one needed to know just what sort of Halloween treat they enjoyed that evening.


Late on Monday morning, Hermione arrived at the small office space Ron rented. Usually he was out and about dealing with his clients, but she knew Mondays were usually spent in his office doing paperwork. And this Monday was no different as she found Ron in his office, only he wasn't alone as Harry was with him.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" she asked, not wanting to interrupt any business her two best friends might have been discussing.

"No, we're just about to head to lunch," Harry said with a grin. "Do you want to join us?"

"I haven't got time, I just called in to have a quick word with Ron," Hermione replied.

"This is about Saturday night, isn't it?" Ron questioned with a wince. At the time he'd been thrilled that the plan he'd cooked up with Theo had worked, but all day yesterday he'd worried that they'd gone too far and interfered too much. "I tried to call you yesterday, but I couldn't reach you."

"I was busy," Hermione answered shortly, not giving an explanation as to why she had been unreachable the previous day.

"What am I missing?" Harry asked, looking between his two friends. He knew they both well enough to know something was going on, something he didn't know about.

"Has he not told you what he did?" Hermione asked. "I' surprised you weren't in on it as well, Harry."

"In on what?" Harry asked, not wanting to get dragged into anything messy.

"On Saturday night, Ron colluded with Theo Nott to set me up with his best friend," Hermione explained.

"Nott's best friend? Zabini?" Harry questioned with horror. Blaise Zabini was a fellow quidditch player, and had in fact recently transferred to Harry's team, but he was a known womaniser and not someone he ever would have dreamed of being a match with Hermione. "I know the witches all think he's something hot, but he's not someone I would set anyone I cared about up with. He's not exactly relationship material."

"As if I would set anyone up with Zabini," Ron snorted. "He seems like a good laugh, but he's not the sort of wizard you want your best friend with. Luckily, Theo has another best friend."

"Another best friend," Harry muttered, racking his brains as to who Ron was talking about. Although it was very obvious when it occurred to him as he eyes all but popped out of his head. "Malfoy!" he spluttered. "You set Hermione up with Malfoy."

"Don't look so shocked, it went great," Ron protested. "They hit it off instantly and were even snogging on the dancefloor."

"Wow, I did not see that one coming," Harry muttered.

"Nor did Draco or I," Hermione said. "The party was a masked ball, and we had no idea who we were with."

"How could you not know Malfoy?" Harry asked in amusement. "He stands out a mile with his hair. You'd never lose him in a crowd."

"He'd charmed his hair so that he wasn't swamped by gold-diggers," Hermione explained. "But that isn't important now. What is important is that my best friend lied and manipulated me."

"It wasn't as bad as all that," Ron argued. "Look at it the way Theo put it, we played a little trick on you, but you got a treat in the end."

"A novel concept of trick or treat," Harry chuckled.

"I'll apologise if you want, Hermione," Ron offered. "But I was only trying to do something nice for you. Theo and I had been talking and we honestly thought you and Malfoy would make a good couple. In fact, I still stand by that given how cosy you were until you learnt the truth. And even then, you were still happy to leave together. So I'm sorry if our actions upset you, but we did it all with you and Malfoy in mind. We both just want our best friends to be happy."

"I want you to promise me one thing, Ron," Hermione said. "No more interfering in my love life. From now on, you leave my private life to me to sort out. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it's understood," Ron said with a sigh. "I promise there will be no more set-ups."

"Good," Hermione said with a brisk nod as she turned to leave. "Oh, I almost forgot," she muttered, reaching into her bag and pulling out a box and her wand. Enlarging the box with her wand, she placed it on Ron's desk.

"What's this?" Harry asked as Ron's eyes widened at the sight of a large box of his favourite chocolates from Honeydukes.

"This is me not forgetting what Ron did on Saturday," Hermione replied with a small smile. "Oh, and just so you know, I'm busy this weekend so you won't be able to reach me again. I've got a date."

"With Malfoy?" Harry questioned, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"I'll leave you and Ron to figure that one out," Hermione answered as she said her goodbyes and swept out of Ron's office, leaving behind one very confused friend and one very smug friend.

It would seem that Ron's scheming with Theo Nott had all worked out for the best. Their idea of giving Draco and Hermione a Halloween trick and treat had worked perfectly, and with any luck they had just embarked on the start of a beautiful relationship. A relationship that in the coming years both Ron and Theo would take great pleasure in taking the credit for. After all, if it hadn't been for their scheming the pair would never have found each other, not to mention the happiness they were going to find together.

The End.