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Piper









            Hermione woke the next morning in a cold sweat. She had just had a dream about the masquerade dance. She got up and got dressed. She dreamt that she was dancing with this guy and when the masks came off she was standing in front of Ron. She was in the common room now. Draco sat on the couch in front of her.


            “I heard you were dancing with Weasley,” he said coldly from where he sat.


            It wasn’t a dream? She thought.


            “Why were you dancing with him?”


            “Well you never found me so I danced with someone and it happened to be him,” she told him, “it’s not like I could have known who I was dancing with.”


            “I was looking for you.”


            “I told you what I was wearing so it should have been easy to find me.”


            “You never told me anything.”


            “Yea, I left a letter on the table, there,” she pointed to the table in front of him, “and it wasn’t there when I came back to get ready so I assumed you found it.”


            “What letter?” he said, “there was no letter on this table when I came in during lunch.”


            “What?” Hermione yelled, “I left it right there and when I came back it was gone.”


“Well I never saw a letter,” he said getting up, “it’s not my fault I couldn’t find you.”


She stepped toward him, “how so?”


“I was looking for you,” he told her, “I went up to all of the girls and none of them were you. I asked every girl what was in the wooden box. And no one knew what I was talking about, except for one girl. She told me that a girl in a purple dress would know. But when I finally reached you the masks were taken off and you ran from the Great Hall.”


“You spent the whole night looking for me?”


“Yea, I spent the whole night looking for you and when I finally find you, you are kissing that Weasley,” he said this as though he just tasted sour milk.


“I-”


“Did you know it was him?”


“What?”


“Did you know it was him you were dancing with?”


“Draco I-”


“Why can’t you give me an answer?”


Hermione didn’t say anything.


“You did,” he said in disbelief, “you knew it was him, yet you continued to dance with him, you knew,” he paused before continuing, “You knew it was him when you kissed him.”


“Draco!” she yelled as tears fell from her eyes, “Draco, please, listen to me.”


“Why should I Hermione?”


“Draco I love you-”


“Stop lying to yourself and to me,” he spat, “if you loved me you wouldn’t have kiss him. You would have been looking for me.”


Without saying anything else Hermione ran out of the common room. She didn’t know where she was going to go, but she couldn’t be anywhere near the head’s common room. She pulled her robes closer around her. It wasn’t cold, but it helped her block her face from students that passed her. She found herself standing in front of a painting of a large lady in a frilly pink dress.


“Can I help you Miss?” the lady asked.


“No,” Hermione muttered, “Unless you can let me in so I can talk to Ron.”


“Unless you have the password I can’t let you in,” the painting told her, “I’m sorry Miss.”


“But I’m head girl,” Hermione told her, “this is my house, I just don’t have the password. No one told it to me.”


“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in without the password.”


“Fine,” Hermione said before turning to leave.


“Hermione?” said a voice from behind her.


She was halfway down the corridor at the top of a flight of stairs. She turned to see who it was speaking to her.


“Hermione, what are you doing here?”


“Ron!” she ran up to him wrapping her arms around his neck.


“Hermione,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you about last night.”


“Oh,” she said as she let go of him.


“Why did you kiss me?”


“No matter how I say it, it will sound bad.”


“Just tell me.”


“Promise me you will listen to everything I say, not just the beginning.”


“I promise,” he told her.


“Last night when I realized you weren’t Draco, I realized how happy I am without him. But I love him,” Hermione paused to make sure Ron wasn’t going to yell or storm away, “But I don’t love him the same way I love him. The love I feel for him is more like a teenage love story that will end after we graduate. The love I feel for you is one that I can see myself building my life around.”


“Really?”


“Yes,” she told him, “I don’t see a future with Draco, I only see a stupid teenage relationship. I can see myself being with you for the rest of my life, and last night I realized that I really wanted to be with you, not Draco.”


“You want to be with me?” he asked.


“Yes Ron,” she said, “even though I know we have our moments where we just want to rip each other to pieces. And we don’t, and I think that is why I love you. No matter what happens, I know that we can make it through it.”


“But how can I trust you,” he said, “You kissed him while we were together.”


“That was before I realized I couldn’t see myself with anyone other than you.”


“If I did give you one more chance, would that ever happen again?”


“Never in a million years,” she told him.


He looked deep into her eyes before pulling into a long passionate kiss. He pulled away looking into her eyes once more.


“Hermione,” he said, “will you be my girlfriend?”


Her face broke into a tear filled smile, “Yes Ron, I would love to!”


He pulled her into a hug but was soon interrupted but loud footsteps.


“Granger!” Draco had come funning down the corridor.


Ron pulled out of the hug and stepped in front of Hermione.


“What do you want Malfoy?”


“Granger is mine, Weasley, and you can’t take her away from me!”


Many students came from the Gryffindor common room to see what was going on.


“I can be with whomever I want!” Hermione said stepping out from behind Ron.


“We will see about that!” Draco yelled back at her as he pulled out his wand, then lifting it above his head he yelled, “Avada Kad-”


“Glisseo!” Hermione yelled before he could finish.


The stairs Draco was standing on flattened themselves so they created a slide. Draco’s feet came out from under him and he slid to the bottom.


“You will pay for everything you have done, Granger!” he yelled up as he got back on his feet.


He turned and quickly walked back toward the head’s dorm.


Hermione turned toward Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up still kissing her.

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