Summary: Ron and Hermione find love when Ron discovers that she is a ballet
dancer, but someone else has their eye on Hermione.........
Rated R for language and adult themes.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah, any other characters, blah blah blah, J K Rowling does blah blah blah
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The Intoxicating Dance of Love
Chapter One
"Harry! Why did you have to drag me to some ballet performance! You know I'll just end up falling asleep!" the 20 year old Ron Weasley complained as he followed Harry Potter though the crowd of people standing outside of the theater in Hogsmeade and into it. Harry decided not to hear Ron's complaint. "HARRY! LISTEN TO ME! I could be out at a party or doing something else!" But again Harry chose to ignore Ron as they entered the theater lobby. "HARRY! Why aren't you listening to me?" Ron asked angrily to Harry's back as he followed him into the theater.
The entrance they had came in through lead to the back of the theater, letting them gaze down at the rows upon rows of people and the stage that was deserted with the red curtain down. The theater was huge, and very crowded. There had to be five thousand people there, at least.
"Harry!" Ron started, but he was cut off by his friend who suddenly swung himself around and faced Ron with a face filled with rage.
"RON! FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT DRAGGING YOU TO THIS DANCE, SECOND OF ALL, LAST NIGHT DIDN'T YOU HEAR THAT HERMIONE TOLD US SHE WANTED US TO BE HERE? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO WATCH A BALLET?" Harry shouted.
Ron froze and stared at his friend. He had forgotten that last night they had been at Harry's house having a few butterbeers and Hermione had told them she wanted them to come to this ballet, and gave them both the tickets. Ron had been a bit tipsy from the few butterbeers he had drank that night at Harry's house and he guessed that he needed a bit of reminding from Harry, but he was embarrassed that he had to be reminded by Harry here and with him so angry.
"Sorry mate, lets just find our seats and look for Hermione." Ron said dropping the subject, feeling a very embarrassed feeling at the bottom of his stomach as he gazed around the theater that was swarming with thousands of people.
After finding the seat numbers that were on their tickets, they found that Hermione's seat had already been taken...but not by Hermione.
"Excuse me-" Harry said tapping the wizard's shoulder who was occupying Hermione's seat. "This seat is our friends--" The man swung around, Draco Malfoy.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ron blurted angrily.
"For your information, Weasley, I've come here to see a ballet, I do so wonder how a Weasley like you got tickets to this performance, it was practically sold out the first day, tickets were very expensive as well." Malfoy sneered back at Ron.
Ron glared at Malfoy as he felt he clenched his fists, feeling his fingernails about to dig into his palm.
Harry was silent and didn't say anything, but Ron could see Harry's anger boiling up.
"Tell me Potter, who's seat am I taking?" Malfoy asked harshly.
"Just let me see your damn ticket and see if this is the right seat, Malfoy." Ron spat. Malfoy grinned and reached for the ticket in his back pocket and then handed it to Ron. Ron read the ticket, he was in the right seat. Ron felt his ears turn scarlet with anger and embarrassment.
"Happy now, Weasley?" Malfoy asked.
Ron didn't respond and him and Harry took their seats, deciding to forget about Malfoy. Where was Hermione? She said that she would meet them there at the theater at their seats. Great. This night was going to be completely ruined, there was no point in staying now if Hermione wasn't here.
Suddenly, the house lights dimmed and the chatter of the people in the theater stopped. "Do you think Hermione is alright?" Ron heard Harry his quietly to Ron. Ron perfectly knew that Hermione was known for her always being on time. Never would she be late.........unless something horrible happened. What if Malfoy did something to her, and took her ticket. His mind raced with so many horrible thoughts as he turned his gaze onto Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was reading the program for the show silently, and then he turned his head up to talk to a woman with dirty blonde hair who just sat down next to him. He took his gaze away from Malfoy and onto the empty stage.
Harry repeated his question again but a bit louder this time.
Ron started to panic and shifted anxiously in his seat. His stomach felt like it did a flip and many other acrobatic tricks. "I- I dunno Harry I just hope she's okay." Ron said.
The stage lit up, the curtain opened and swift joyful music began to play.
Ballerina's came prancing onto stage, dancing around in their frilly pink tutu's, but Ron couldn't pay attention, he was too busy worrying about Hermione. He wanted to just get up and scream her name in the silence of the theater. Just screaming that she had to come back to him, making sure she wasn't lost.
Sometimes he thought he was too protective of Hermione, ever since his 4th year at Hogwarts did he notice that he liked her. No, not liked her, loved her. Ever since that Krum son of a bitch went to the Yule Ball with her.
Ron's mind snapped back to reality as he stared at the ballerinas who pranced about the stage. Then suddenly, the music came to a complete halt and the dancers had leaped their way off stage, leaving it completely empty.
And then.........the music started again. A slow gloomy song, and then she came. A slender young woman twirled slowly onto the stage. Wearing a crimson corset and a feathery matching scarlet skirt, that spun with her as she twirled. Her hair chocolate brown, pulled up in a bun. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and they caught Ron in a trance. He knew this woman. He knew her too well. It was Hermione Granger.
He couldn't take his eyes off her as she pranced, spun, dove, glided, and twisted around the stage by herself to the melancholy dark music. Her dance was intoxicating, every time she jumped or pirouetted he wanted more. Wanted her to do more and more. Wanted her to twist and turn until the end of time came.
But alas, the music soon stopped and Hermione walked gracefully off the stage. Ron was frozen to his seat.
"Ron-" he heard whispered from Harry "Was that.........Hermione?"
"Hermione-" Ron managed to say softly. He was shaking. He needed her more. He couldn't take it, it felt as if he were about to explode.
"I never knew Hermione was a dancer-" Harry buzzed. But that was it, Ron sprung up and bolted up and ran out of the theater into the empty lobby and out the theater doors, Harry right behind him, and also another man, that the two did not notice.
"RON!" He heard Harry scream behind him as the spring night's cool breeze brushed his face. He shivered and the feeling lingered within him. He had to get backstage to see her, there had to be a door that led to backstage, a door that lead to Hermione. "RON, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Harry shrieked as he ran after Ron as he ran down an alleyway looking for a back entrance.
"I NEED TO FIND HERMIONE!" Ron screamed behind him.
"What the fuck Ron?" Harry screamed at him furiously grabbing Ron by his shirt, making him stop.
"I need to talk to Hermione, it's important!" Ron spat at Harry.
"This has to wait till after the show Ron, look, Hermione told me how much she wanted you to see this, you can't just leave-"
"Harry? Ron? What are you two doing out here?" a soft voice came from behind them in the alleyway. Ron swung around, it was Hermione, still in her costume from her dance. The moonlight made her dark eyes sparkle. Ron was taken away.'
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked right back to Hermione, choosing not to answer what she questioned the two of them.
"Oh, the back entrance is here, I just came out to get some air from my dance-"
"Hermione." Ron said speechlessly. "You were beautiful, you are beautiful, oh your dance........." he walked closer to Hermione, pulling her into a close embrace. "It completely took my breath away." he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you," Hermione smiled, giggling slightly.
"How come you never told me you danced?" Ron asked.
"I-I wanted to make it a-a surprise........." Hermione stuttering and faulting with her words.
"Dance for me." Ron hissed into her ear. It made her jump slightly with surprise.
"Ron!" She giggled.
Harry loudly cleared his throat.
The two turned away from each other and at their friend who was staring at the ground. "We best get back in the theater, Ron" Harry said.
"Only if you want to, I know you guys probably don't want to stick around. My dance is over, so you guys are allowed to leave, I'm leaving myself anyway." Hermione said, pulling herself out of Ron's grasp. "You two are welcome to come to my house for a drink." she added. Ron had noticed she was pulling at a loose thread in her skirt and twisting it around her index finger.
"As much as I'd love to Hermione, I had made plans with Ginny tonight, sorry." Harry said running his hands through his hair.
"What about you Ron?" Hermione asked, a smiled twisting onto her lips.
"I'd love to." Ron said quietly to her, grinning at her elegant face. Her smile grew happier and her eyes seemed to sparkle more.
"I'd best be on my way then." Harry said abruptly, "Bye guys, talk to you later." he added jogging out of the alleyway, leaving Ron and Hermione alone together in the darkness of the night.
"Let me get changed and we'll be on our way as well." Hermione said, but Ron took her in his grasp again. Ron took his face and brought it closer to hers.
"Why get changed? I love the way you look right now." He murmured, wrapping his hands around her waist and bringing it closer to his. Hermione let out a faint giggle. He filled up the remaining space between them and hungrily kissed her lips, moaning with pleasure into her mouth. He made sure that she knew he wanted to do this to her for so long. He felt her lips curve into a smile as he kissed her. She ran her hands down his neck and down his chest, groaning. Ron was angry at his shirt, he wanted Hermione to be touching his bare chest with her hands. The kiss was intoxicating, and he wanted more as they broke apart, because both of them were running short on air.
Hermione stared up at Ron happily she murmured "I need to get my bag at least." a bit taken away from the exhilarating kiss. Ron, Letting one arm free from her waist, he took his wand out of his pocket and muttered "Accio bag" and Hermione bag came soaring though the air into his hands.
"I can't walk home in my ballet shoes! They'll get ruined!" Hermione laughed snuggling her head into Ron's neck, kissing it softly. The kiss on his neck shivers down his whole body, making him shudder slightly. He put his arm back around her waist and pulled her even closer then she was before.
"Who said you were walking home?" he asked, smirking furtively. She removed her head from his neck and stared up at him confusingly. Suddenly, he slid one of his arms up onto her back, and one down under her knee's, and hoisted her up. "I'm carrying you" he purred into her ear.
"Oh Ron!" She giggled wrapping her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his into another drugging kiss, full of desire and love.
But soon enough Ron brought his lips away from hers. "How can I get us to your house if I'm snogging you madly?" he asked laughing.
"I don't care, I need you." She moaned placing her head against his chest, her arms still around his neck.
"Come on Hermione, can't you wait five minutes, I'll run," Ron said, he couldn't wait till they were in her apartment, which was in the town of Hogsmeade, and he was glad of that for once.
"Alright-" She whispered closing her eyes, and with that, Ron started to jog out of the alleyway and onto the empty streets of Hogsmeade, with Hermione tightly in his arms, even if something horrible had happened right then and right now, nothing could make him let go of Hermione.
But someone was looming in the darkness, someone was watching the pair kiss, a certain man with blonde hair, and gray eyes.
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MWAHAHAHA THE PLOT SHALL THICKEN!
Rated R for language and adult themes.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah, any other characters, blah blah blah, J K Rowling does blah blah blah
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The Intoxicating Dance of Love
Chapter One
"Harry! Why did you have to drag me to some ballet performance! You know I'll just end up falling asleep!" the 20 year old Ron Weasley complained as he followed Harry Potter though the crowd of people standing outside of the theater in Hogsmeade and into it. Harry decided not to hear Ron's complaint. "HARRY! LISTEN TO ME! I could be out at a party or doing something else!" But again Harry chose to ignore Ron as they entered the theater lobby. "HARRY! Why aren't you listening to me?" Ron asked angrily to Harry's back as he followed him into the theater.
The entrance they had came in through lead to the back of the theater, letting them gaze down at the rows upon rows of people and the stage that was deserted with the red curtain down. The theater was huge, and very crowded. There had to be five thousand people there, at least.
"Harry!" Ron started, but he was cut off by his friend who suddenly swung himself around and faced Ron with a face filled with rage.
"RON! FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT DRAGGING YOU TO THIS DANCE, SECOND OF ALL, LAST NIGHT DIDN'T YOU HEAR THAT HERMIONE TOLD US SHE WANTED US TO BE HERE? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO WATCH A BALLET?" Harry shouted.
Ron froze and stared at his friend. He had forgotten that last night they had been at Harry's house having a few butterbeers and Hermione had told them she wanted them to come to this ballet, and gave them both the tickets. Ron had been a bit tipsy from the few butterbeers he had drank that night at Harry's house and he guessed that he needed a bit of reminding from Harry, but he was embarrassed that he had to be reminded by Harry here and with him so angry.
"Sorry mate, lets just find our seats and look for Hermione." Ron said dropping the subject, feeling a very embarrassed feeling at the bottom of his stomach as he gazed around the theater that was swarming with thousands of people.
After finding the seat numbers that were on their tickets, they found that Hermione's seat had already been taken...but not by Hermione.
"Excuse me-" Harry said tapping the wizard's shoulder who was occupying Hermione's seat. "This seat is our friends--" The man swung around, Draco Malfoy.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ron blurted angrily.
"For your information, Weasley, I've come here to see a ballet, I do so wonder how a Weasley like you got tickets to this performance, it was practically sold out the first day, tickets were very expensive as well." Malfoy sneered back at Ron.
Ron glared at Malfoy as he felt he clenched his fists, feeling his fingernails about to dig into his palm.
Harry was silent and didn't say anything, but Ron could see Harry's anger boiling up.
"Tell me Potter, who's seat am I taking?" Malfoy asked harshly.
"Just let me see your damn ticket and see if this is the right seat, Malfoy." Ron spat. Malfoy grinned and reached for the ticket in his back pocket and then handed it to Ron. Ron read the ticket, he was in the right seat. Ron felt his ears turn scarlet with anger and embarrassment.
"Happy now, Weasley?" Malfoy asked.
Ron didn't respond and him and Harry took their seats, deciding to forget about Malfoy. Where was Hermione? She said that she would meet them there at the theater at their seats. Great. This night was going to be completely ruined, there was no point in staying now if Hermione wasn't here.
Suddenly, the house lights dimmed and the chatter of the people in the theater stopped. "Do you think Hermione is alright?" Ron heard Harry his quietly to Ron. Ron perfectly knew that Hermione was known for her always being on time. Never would she be late.........unless something horrible happened. What if Malfoy did something to her, and took her ticket. His mind raced with so many horrible thoughts as he turned his gaze onto Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was reading the program for the show silently, and then he turned his head up to talk to a woman with dirty blonde hair who just sat down next to him. He took his gaze away from Malfoy and onto the empty stage.
Harry repeated his question again but a bit louder this time.
Ron started to panic and shifted anxiously in his seat. His stomach felt like it did a flip and many other acrobatic tricks. "I- I dunno Harry I just hope she's okay." Ron said.
The stage lit up, the curtain opened and swift joyful music began to play.
Ballerina's came prancing onto stage, dancing around in their frilly pink tutu's, but Ron couldn't pay attention, he was too busy worrying about Hermione. He wanted to just get up and scream her name in the silence of the theater. Just screaming that she had to come back to him, making sure she wasn't lost.
Sometimes he thought he was too protective of Hermione, ever since his 4th year at Hogwarts did he notice that he liked her. No, not liked her, loved her. Ever since that Krum son of a bitch went to the Yule Ball with her.
Ron's mind snapped back to reality as he stared at the ballerinas who pranced about the stage. Then suddenly, the music came to a complete halt and the dancers had leaped their way off stage, leaving it completely empty.
And then.........the music started again. A slow gloomy song, and then she came. A slender young woman twirled slowly onto the stage. Wearing a crimson corset and a feathery matching scarlet skirt, that spun with her as she twirled. Her hair chocolate brown, pulled up in a bun. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and they caught Ron in a trance. He knew this woman. He knew her too well. It was Hermione Granger.
He couldn't take his eyes off her as she pranced, spun, dove, glided, and twisted around the stage by herself to the melancholy dark music. Her dance was intoxicating, every time she jumped or pirouetted he wanted more. Wanted her to do more and more. Wanted her to twist and turn until the end of time came.
But alas, the music soon stopped and Hermione walked gracefully off the stage. Ron was frozen to his seat.
"Ron-" he heard whispered from Harry "Was that.........Hermione?"
"Hermione-" Ron managed to say softly. He was shaking. He needed her more. He couldn't take it, it felt as if he were about to explode.
"I never knew Hermione was a dancer-" Harry buzzed. But that was it, Ron sprung up and bolted up and ran out of the theater into the empty lobby and out the theater doors, Harry right behind him, and also another man, that the two did not notice.
"RON!" He heard Harry scream behind him as the spring night's cool breeze brushed his face. He shivered and the feeling lingered within him. He had to get backstage to see her, there had to be a door that led to backstage, a door that lead to Hermione. "RON, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Harry shrieked as he ran after Ron as he ran down an alleyway looking for a back entrance.
"I NEED TO FIND HERMIONE!" Ron screamed behind him.
"What the fuck Ron?" Harry screamed at him furiously grabbing Ron by his shirt, making him stop.
"I need to talk to Hermione, it's important!" Ron spat at Harry.
"This has to wait till after the show Ron, look, Hermione told me how much she wanted you to see this, you can't just leave-"
"Harry? Ron? What are you two doing out here?" a soft voice came from behind them in the alleyway. Ron swung around, it was Hermione, still in her costume from her dance. The moonlight made her dark eyes sparkle. Ron was taken away.'
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked right back to Hermione, choosing not to answer what she questioned the two of them.
"Oh, the back entrance is here, I just came out to get some air from my dance-"
"Hermione." Ron said speechlessly. "You were beautiful, you are beautiful, oh your dance........." he walked closer to Hermione, pulling her into a close embrace. "It completely took my breath away." he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you," Hermione smiled, giggling slightly.
"How come you never told me you danced?" Ron asked.
"I-I wanted to make it a-a surprise........." Hermione stuttering and faulting with her words.
"Dance for me." Ron hissed into her ear. It made her jump slightly with surprise.
"Ron!" She giggled.
Harry loudly cleared his throat.
The two turned away from each other and at their friend who was staring at the ground. "We best get back in the theater, Ron" Harry said.
"Only if you want to, I know you guys probably don't want to stick around. My dance is over, so you guys are allowed to leave, I'm leaving myself anyway." Hermione said, pulling herself out of Ron's grasp. "You two are welcome to come to my house for a drink." she added. Ron had noticed she was pulling at a loose thread in her skirt and twisting it around her index finger.
"As much as I'd love to Hermione, I had made plans with Ginny tonight, sorry." Harry said running his hands through his hair.
"What about you Ron?" Hermione asked, a smiled twisting onto her lips.
"I'd love to." Ron said quietly to her, grinning at her elegant face. Her smile grew happier and her eyes seemed to sparkle more.
"I'd best be on my way then." Harry said abruptly, "Bye guys, talk to you later." he added jogging out of the alleyway, leaving Ron and Hermione alone together in the darkness of the night.
"Let me get changed and we'll be on our way as well." Hermione said, but Ron took her in his grasp again. Ron took his face and brought it closer to hers.
"Why get changed? I love the way you look right now." He murmured, wrapping his hands around her waist and bringing it closer to his. Hermione let out a faint giggle. He filled up the remaining space between them and hungrily kissed her lips, moaning with pleasure into her mouth. He made sure that she knew he wanted to do this to her for so long. He felt her lips curve into a smile as he kissed her. She ran her hands down his neck and down his chest, groaning. Ron was angry at his shirt, he wanted Hermione to be touching his bare chest with her hands. The kiss was intoxicating, and he wanted more as they broke apart, because both of them were running short on air.
Hermione stared up at Ron happily she murmured "I need to get my bag at least." a bit taken away from the exhilarating kiss. Ron, Letting one arm free from her waist, he took his wand out of his pocket and muttered "Accio bag" and Hermione bag came soaring though the air into his hands.
"I can't walk home in my ballet shoes! They'll get ruined!" Hermione laughed snuggling her head into Ron's neck, kissing it softly. The kiss on his neck shivers down his whole body, making him shudder slightly. He put his arm back around her waist and pulled her even closer then she was before.
"Who said you were walking home?" he asked, smirking furtively. She removed her head from his neck and stared up at him confusingly. Suddenly, he slid one of his arms up onto her back, and one down under her knee's, and hoisted her up. "I'm carrying you" he purred into her ear.
"Oh Ron!" She giggled wrapping her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his into another drugging kiss, full of desire and love.
But soon enough Ron brought his lips away from hers. "How can I get us to your house if I'm snogging you madly?" he asked laughing.
"I don't care, I need you." She moaned placing her head against his chest, her arms still around his neck.
"Come on Hermione, can't you wait five minutes, I'll run," Ron said, he couldn't wait till they were in her apartment, which was in the town of Hogsmeade, and he was glad of that for once.
"Alright-" She whispered closing her eyes, and with that, Ron started to jog out of the alleyway and onto the empty streets of Hogsmeade, with Hermione tightly in his arms, even if something horrible had happened right then and right now, nothing could make him let go of Hermione.
But someone was looming in the darkness, someone was watching the pair kiss, a certain man with blonde hair, and gray eyes.
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MWAHAHAHA THE PLOT SHALL THICKEN!