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'That little Mudblood! How dare she use my own words against me!' Draco sat staring at his ceiling thinking about the events of last night. She had used him and used his own words on him. But he couldn't help but remember her sweet lips on his. 'Stop this nonsense Draco!' He scolded himself and rubbed his palms over his eyes. Why was he feeling so different?
Hermione lay in almost the same position in her own dorm thinking about none other than Malfoy. 'Why does he have to be so good looking?' Hermione sighed and turned onto her side. 'He's my enemy, I'm not supposed to have feelings for him. I'm a lion, he's a snake. We'd never get along.' Hermione sighed again while frustration washed over her body. There was nothing she could do, or was there?
Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and his eagle feathered quill that his mother had gotten him for his last birthday. He began scribbling furiously.
Granger, Some trick you played on me last night. Wish I was clever enough to think up something like that. Maybe there is hope for us yet. If we are going to be Heads next year than we better start being civil to one another. Draco Malfoy
Draco smirked satisfied and called over his eagle. He silently tied the rolled up parchment onto its clawed foot and sent it off through the window.
Hermione lifted her head at the sound of talons pecking against glass. Turning her head to the window she saw a beautiful eagle sitting on the ledge with a rose in its mouth. Pushing herself off her bed she made her way over to the window. She pulled open the latch which was cool in her warm hand and pushed the window open. The eagle swooped in and landed on her bed. It dropped the rose and lifted its foot for her to untie the letter. She read through Malfoy's letter and snickered. 'Be civil to him, no way!' She did like the rose though and put it in a cup with water. She pulled out her own piece of parchment and scribbled a little note on it.
Ferret, I don't think that anything between us would work and being civil to you would be like being eaten up by a dragon. Thanks for the rose though! Yours truley, Hermione Granger
Hermione smiled at Draco's eagle and watched amusedly as it flew out of her dorm window. 'What was he thinking?' She resumed her position of just staring at her ceiling as she imagined Malfoy's reaction. 'Priceless.'
Draco quickly untied Granger's response from his eagle and frowned. 'Ughh, what was I thinking, why would I want to be civil to a mudblood?' He crumpled up her response and lit it on fire with the tip of his wand. He was through with her. He pulled open his dresser drawer and pulled out his uniform. He tightened his tie and began making his way down to breakfast. He hated Monday mornings. It meant a full week of classes and that meant seeing Granger in them. "Drakie over herrrrre!" Pansy squealed as she made a spot for him. "Actually Pansy I'd rather sit next to a fire breathing dragon then the likes of you." She pursed her lips and made a tutting sound as Draco sat down next to Goyle. "So Draco, ready for the game against Gryffindor on Thursday?" Flint asked as Draco poked a fork at his scrambled eggs. "Yeah, yeah." "You all right?" He asked. "Fine, let's go." He motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him and they made their way out of the Great Hall. He pushed open the doors and stepped out only to run into someone. "Watch where you're going!" Draco spat out looking down to see who had knocked into him. "Oh Mudblood, its you. Well good thing you fell on the dirty floor where you belong. Tell your dirt friends down there that I said hi." Draco smirked at her anger filled eyes and brushed past her making his way to Transfiguration.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron made their way to Transfiguration after a filling breakfast. Hermione was dreading seeing Draco. 'Why should I dread seeing him. I should be proud of the terrible things I've done to him!' As they reached Professor McGonagall's door Hermione tilted her chin up and pusehd the door open. The three of them sat down at a table in the middle of the classroom. Malfoy winked at her before she sat down and she just glared. "Everyone, look at the people sitting next to you because they will not be the ones you will be sitting next to for the rest of the year. I will be choosing your seats." Groans filled the wide classroom as McGonagall stared out at them with a stern look on her face. She picked up her grade book and began reading down her list. "Weasley and Parkinson." "Professor that is not fair! I've already had to deal with him in Potions, don't make me do it again!" "Ten points from Slytherin for being rude to a teacher. Now Ms. Parkinson, would you like me to make it a detention also?" "No Professor." "Good. Where was I? Ah yes. Potter and Finnigan." Harry and Seamus smiled as they were happy they were not paired off with a Slytherin. "Granger and Malfoy." "Not again." Hermione groaned rolling her eyes. "Oh yes Granger again." Malfoy was standing behind her chair with his famous smirk plastered on his alarmingly handsome features. "That smirk is the most annoying thing I've ever seen." She groaned focusing back to the front of the room. "Great, I'll do it more often." He replied taking the seat where Harry had just sat moments before. "This is going to be a long year."
After an hour and a half of Transfiguration and Granger, Draco was ready to eat a hippogriff. Draco piled a mountain of food on his plate earning strange looks from his fellow Slytherins. "What, never seen a human eat before?" He snapped placing a fork of salad in his mouth. He couldn't help but look over to the Gryffindor table and watch Granger. She was eating a ham sandwich and talking to Patil. "Students, may I have your attention please?" Dumbledore had stood up and was waving his hands about the Great Hall. "We will be having a Halloween ball in two weeks and it will be kind of like a Masqurade Ball. At midnight everyone will reveal to their dates who they are. That is all." He smiled and resumed his seat at the teacher's table. This was a perfect opportunity that was being handed to him on a silver platter. He was going to ask Granger to the Ball.
Hermione was returning to the common room after her last class of the day when a perky looking second year came bouncing up to her. "Are you Hermione Granger?" She asked as her blonde curls bounced slightly as she stopped infront of Hermione. "Yes." "Well, someone asked me to give you this." She handed the envelope over to Hermione that had her name written on the front in green ink. "Uh, thanks." The girl bounced off around the corner and Hermione pocketed the letter and finshed making her way to the Fat Lady. "Password?" The Fat Lady opened one eye lazily at Hermione. "Pink Snuffles." The portrait swung forward and Hermione stepped inside. She trooped up the girls dorm stairs and locked the door behind her. The others were probably on their way to dinner. She wasn't hungry. She slid her finger under the flap and slid it to the other end of the envelope. She pulled the parchment inside it out and unfolded it.
Hermione, Hopefully no one has asked you yet to the Ball because if they have then this letter is useless. I was wondering if you would be willing to be my date to the Masqurade Ball in two weeks. Sincerely yours, Prince Charming
Hermione thought that there was no fault in going so she took out a clean piece of parchment and wrote,
Prince Charming, I would love to go the Ball with you. Meet me at the Great Hall doors at 7 on the night of the Ball. Isn't it kind of cheating that you already know who I am? Hermione
She sent it out with her own owl and layed back on her bed. Things were looking up.

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