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a/n. okay... i cant think. trust me, this is super hard to move forward, b/c i never had a motive. i never had a planned plot, so i'm just going offhand. mabe i need to take a shower... idk, but u decide. is it stupid? senseless? amazing? supa cool? rediculously amazingly pointless? bullshit? let me know/(coughreviewcough)

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Hermione was a know it all. She was okay with that. She prefered to know in advance, have her grades be that of perfection. She loved to research, and study.

Because in that, she found a safty. Where she couldn't be suprised. It was an easy lifestyle.

Hermione was a knoe it all, and she preferred it that way. That's why the idea of a 'secret admirer' irked her so much. That's why her secret admirer irked her so much. through one full weeks of notes passed between the two, she collected this much information about him.

- He was a boy.( thank God)
- He was either in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.

She was somewhat dissapointed at her lack of cleverness to figure 'him' out. 'He' had so well concealed himself, that it was unbearable to her poor imagination.

She had only recieved notes in History, Charms, and Divination. (a/n: i no she doesnt take it, but i need another class where its easy to pass notes in!) Sadly, all of the named classes were atttended with Ravenclaw. And that did nothing to lessen the tally!

Overall, there was a 1:40 chance of finding her 'man'.

Hermione had found in earlier years, that if she had a time limit, she would be more prone to working on the said subject. so she set a date to find out by.

She chose October 31, Halloween. therefore, she gave herself two weeks to find out who 'he' was. It was in Charms class, when she reviewed her short notes on 'him'. Suddenly, a folded over piece of parchment appeared in her lap.

Smiling, she opened it.

Good afternoon, Miss Granger.

Likewise.

Over the past week, the two had perfected on their note passing skill. She pointed at the paper, and murmured an incantation to send it back to it's owner. It suddenly vanished, and within 30 seconds, was back in her lap.

And how are you today?

Fed up with your distance.

Distance?

Yes! you wont tell me who you are!

This again?

Yes, this again.

But you just asked, for like fifteen minutes in History!

I'll stop once I know.

Know what?

Know you!

But you do know me! we talk every day!

I'm not talking about notes!

Neither am I.

But I talk to about twenty guys everyday!

I know.

Why are you being so evasive?

because I can.

That's not good enough.

fine. I go to all this planning of my secrecy, and you expect me to throw all that away just because I'm a hard puzzle?

you planned?

Of course? you didn't think I would underestimate the 'brightest witch of our age', did you?

What did you plan?

Wht classes to send you notes in, how i was going to send them, my handwriting, dialect, etc.

'what classes to send notes in', does that mean you had a choice? like you're in Gryffindor?!, B/c if you're in Ravenclaw, you're only oppertunities to send notes would be Divination, Charms, and History!

No.

You're in Gryffindor! Yes! that narrows the pool by half!

Damn it. stupid brightest witch of our age...

I found you out!

not completly. There's still fifteen to choose from.

Oh, but I will find you out. I can feel it.

I despise you're confidence.

Then tell me who you are.

Sorry, cant.

Why?

I'm a wuss. Why did you think i resorted to notes in the first place?

Coward.

Tell me about it. You know you're cute when you're angry.

I'm frustrated with your persistence to hide yourself!

And I might be frustrated with your persistance to find out.

Does that mean that you'll tell me?

It might mean that I would give up on these notes all together.

DONT.

Why?

um... companionship?

Excuse me?

I mean, that now that I've started talking to you, I cant stop. There would be a hole that only you can fill. Do you want to put that on yourself?

hey!

You call yourself my 'admirer', an yet you would do somehting like that?

ouch...you're good. But I suppose. If you need me.

I dont need you!

Then I guess I'll just go on with life, without you...

Fine, fine. I need you.

Good. then, for you.

RING*RING

Hermione moved to her next class, repeating again in her head over and over again what 'he' had said.

For you.

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That night at dinner, after the food had gone back to the kitchens and the students were fed, Dumbledore stood. Recognizing their cue, the student body quieted within seconds. All were looking expectantly toward their headmaster.

"Students, as we all know, Halloween night is once again, upon us. Therefore, as a change of plans, the staff and I have come up with a little twist." AT this, the student body groaned.

"now, I know what you're thinking, but us teachers have decided on a dance." Once again, the professor was cut off as girls in each house began to whisper excitedly and boys groan again.

Hermione laughed as she watched Harry rub his temples and Ron bang his head repeatedly on the table. Every time his head hit, he muttered things like,

"Not. Good. Screwed. Dumbledore. Bloody. Idiot. Fool. Humiliate. Myself. Living. Hell. Kill me." He repeated this over and over again, when Hermione said, "At least there will be a little excitement this year." Ron looked up in horror.

"are you mad? I'ts more like massacre than excitement!"He said. "oh, stop being such a drama queen, Ronald." As she looked again toward Dumbledore with the majoraty of the students, she didn't notice him saying something along the lines of, "not a bloody girl..."

"The party will be primarily a costume party, and couples are encouraged. It will be held from 8:00 to 10:00, that will be all."

While Hermione scanned the room to watch the students reaction, she couldn't help but see Parvati and Lavender talking fast to each other. Suddenly, Parvati pointed to Ron, who was discussing ways to evade the dance with Harry. Lavender Nodded and was overcome by a new fit of giggles.

Setting her jaw, Hermione looked away. As the students began to make their way to the houses, Harry, Hermione, and Ron got up to follow suit. ginny caught up to Hermione and the two fell back a few feet from the boys.

"Of all the rediculous thing Dumbledore has come up with in the past, he chooses a dance?" She spat. "Awe, it's not that bad," Hermione fake soothed. "You could even have some fun. you know... a date, maybe a little bit of snogging." She said, raising her eyebrows up and down, Elbowing Ginny in the side.

"Yeah, you're right." Ginny said, watching a group of sixth year Hufflepuff boys walk past. "But a costume party? Honestly?"

"Poor you." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah," Ginny said, stairing absentimindedly into the back of Harry's head, "poor me."

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a/n: ok, I've got it under control! i know that a dance is utterly cliche, and I'm smacking myself for it right now, but I need that to set up the next few chapters! But now that i've got somethin goin on, i now have a plot. (this one i made up a 3 AM,)