Wish Upon A Star
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the plot.
If Hermione had never gotten asked to the Yule Ball by Krum...rather sad, I suppose. After I wrote this, I realized that instead of Hermione's thoughts, I had written my own...very sad, in that case. So if it seems a bit OOC, you know why. I just came home from a dance, and I sat through all the slow songs, with this sad look on my face, and I know at least four of my guy friends saw me sitting there like a pathetic loser, but not one of them even came and asked if I was all right! My other friend got asked three times, and each time she complained about it afterwards! I almost went "At least they asked you!"
Okay, now that my little bout of self-pity is over, on with the fic. (Basically a longer bout of self pity.) Also, I have no feelings for my best friend's worst enemy, (No matter what she says. Honestly, just because he's nice to me and horrible to her...) And of course he didn't ask me to dance. (That mean old wiener-head.) But I put that in so it could have a happy ending for Hermione, even if it didn't for me. (Big self-pity right there.)
P.S: In this version, they played muggle music, because I'm too tired to think of some witty wizard song names. And Draco is uncharacteristically nice in this story. Hermione's uncharacteristically cynical. This Author's Note is uncharacteristically long.
P.P.S.: The story turned out longer than I expected. Say in your review if you want me to continue. I have another part I could write for this, but it could also be a whole other story.
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I hate slow songs.
Well, I like them, but I hate them, well, I like most of them, not just, well, not when I'm sitting on a stupid chair at a stupid table while everyone else is dancing.
Harry is dancing with Parvati. Ron with Padma. Neville and Ginny.
I glanced around the Great Hall. Good lord, even Crabbe and Goyle were dancing. (With Pansy and Millicent, of all people.) I wonder what happened to Malfoy. He was Pansy's date. Maybe he ditched her. I would ditch her. She looks like a truck. And she said I looked like a chipmunk.
I sighed, watching all the happy couples dancing together, lost in their world of blissful dancing and dating and kissing and romantic-ing.
So I made "romantic-ing" up. Sue me.
Am I really that ugly? That much of a know-it-all? That un-approachable? Even Ron, one of my best friends, admitted that he wouldn't ask me out unless it was a last resort.
I spotted Malfoy by the refreshment table. He seemed to be the only person not dancing, besides me. Mudblood Granger. The girl who was constantly with her nose in a book, hiding in the library. The insufferable know-it-all. It still stings a bit when I think about when Ron called me that.
A couple just almost tripped over my feet. The girl glared at me, and I glared right back. It's not my fault you were so caught up in the fact that you're boyfriend's hands are on your ass that you didn't see my feet. Still, I brought my feet under my chair.
Finally, the songs over. Now we can all just dance in a big group and have fun without worrying about who's dancing with who. Or who's not dancing. I like this song. I still listen to a lot of muggle music.
"Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'..."
Another slow song? Didn't they just play one? I got to my chair in record time. I feel so exposed. Everyone can see me. Why did I wear these stupid bright blue dress robes? How was I supposed to know everything was going to be white or red or green?
"I'm goin' crazy crazy crazy just a thinkin' about you baby..."
I liked this song. I'm not so sure now. It's always played at dances. Ironic, isn't it? I call them dances, yet I don't dance.
Draco's sitting at a table across the room. Excuse me, Malfoy's sitting at a table across the room. I once made the mistake of calling him Draco in front of Ron. I think Ron nearly had a heart attack.
"Hey heyyyyy...bye bye bye..."
I hate this song so much. If you're going to break up with your girlfriend (why would you?) you should at least have the class to do it in private.
I'm going to keep dancing anyway. Who says you have to love a song to dance to it?
"May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I think we're gonna have a problem here..."
Oh great. Here comes the twenty minute spiel of rap songs no ones heard of, with lyrics like "Get your freak on" and "Shake it" and "Wazzup my fly girls and homie-G dawgs?"
Harry and Ron just went to sit down. Parvati and Padma are talking with two boys on the other side of the room. Probably Beuxbatons boys. Harry caught my eye and waved at me, trying to get me to sit down with them.
Right. After ignoring me all night, you expect me to come and keep you company while your dates are flirting with other guys?
I think not.
I pretended I didn't see him and kept dancing. I was feeling rather bold, so I decided to go right in front of the DJ's and just dance like I didn't care I was alone. There were a few groups of people dancing up there in loose circles, so I decided to pretend I was with them.
I just elbowed someone in the back. I turned to say sorry, and I found I had elbowed Draco. I decided to spook him a bit. I grinned and shouted "Sorry!"(since the music was so loud.) He surprised me by shrugging it off and continuing to dance, almost right across from me.
Another slow song? Dang, this is getting annoying. I'm back in my chair already. Draco's sitting on this side of the room now. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's following me. Yeah right.
I don't know what this song's called. Something about a guy, and he loves his girlfriend, and he misses her. Puh-leeze! If you loved her so much, why'd you break up with her in the first place? Serves you right, you idiot.
It might be my imagination, but Draco's getting closer. Now he's sitting at the next table.
This is so not fair! They're playing two slow songs in a row! I was about to go complain to the DJ, but when I realized what song it was, I just sat down, feeling even more sorry for myself as I started singing the words under my breath.
"It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you went away..."
I absolutely love this song. It was always played at the dances at my Muggle school.
Is this how I'll always be? The pathetic ugly girl who sits through the slow songs, singing the words under her breath? The words she memorized because she spends her nights listening to CD's because she has no one to spend them with?
It's almost the end of the dance. The fairies are glowing even brighter, and the lights are really low. It's beautiful. It would be perfect...if I had someone to share it with.
The last song is playing. I don't particularly like the Backstreet Boys, but I like this song. It's okay.
"Show me the meaning, of being lonely..."
Show me the meaning? Ha. I am the meaning.
"What's the matter, Granger?"
I was shaken out of my self-pity by none other than Mr. Malfoy himself. He was sitting in a chair next to me.
"Why do you think something's the matter, Malfoy?" I replied cooly. He wasn't the only one who could drawl like that.
"Just that you've been moping around during all the slow songs, and the fact that you actually apologized to me." He replied, showing a rare grin. I was taken aback by this sudden show of humanistic behavior from him, but before I could reply, he stood and extended a hand to me.
"What...?" I stuttered, at a loss for words for the first time.
"It's called being asked to dance, Granger. I know it's a new concept for you, but..."
"I know what you mean; I just wasn't sure you did." But I still took his hand. I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought.
All thoughts left, though, as we walked out onto the dance floor. I had no idea what to do, and I know Draco didn't either, as he had sat out all the slow dances as well. Imitating the others, I put my arms around his neck, trying to keep a small distance between us. He placed his hands on my waist, a frightening experience for both of us, I'm sure, and we slowly turned in a circle, like the other couples around us.
Pretty soon, I was gone. Totally gone. If Professor McGonagall had announced that I failed every single one of my exams, I doubt I would have batted an eye. So this is why people love to dance. It was amazing. I felt so peaceful, so happy, so...so...I can't even describe it. It was wonderful.
Draco seemed to think so too. Forget trying to keep a small distance between us. His arms were wrapped around my waist, and I was resting my head on his shoulder. It didn't matter that he was Draco Malfoy at the moment. For one sparkling second, everything was perfectly wonderful.
So wonderful, in fact, I didn't even notice Fred's shocked face as he danced past with Angelina. Or the fact that he whispered something to her, then headed off for Ron and Harry's table.
I did notice, however, when Harry pulled me off Draco and Ron suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Get your hands off her you lousy scumbag!" Ron shouted, causing almost everyone to look at us.
"Ron!" I cried, my face red with embarrassment. "I was just dancing, Draco didn't do anything-"
"Oh, so he's Draco now?" Ron said, with a look that just shouted contempt.
"Calm down Weasly." Draco butted in. "I plead temporary insanity. I'm not going to steal precious little Hermione away from you."
He glanced quickly at me and then walked away, towards Crabbe, Pansy, Millicent, and Goyle.
Ron watched them go, and Harry said "Jeez Hermione, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking how nice it was to be noticed for a change." I muttered darkly. But I had no time to dwell on that. I needed to kill Fred.
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Songs: (In order of appearance:)
Rollin' by Limp Bizkit
Crazy by K-Ci and Jo-Jo
Bye Bye Bye by *NSYNC
The Real Slim Shady by Eminem
6,8,12 by Brian McKnight
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely by The Backstreet Boys
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the plot.
If Hermione had never gotten asked to the Yule Ball by Krum...rather sad, I suppose. After I wrote this, I realized that instead of Hermione's thoughts, I had written my own...very sad, in that case. So if it seems a bit OOC, you know why. I just came home from a dance, and I sat through all the slow songs, with this sad look on my face, and I know at least four of my guy friends saw me sitting there like a pathetic loser, but not one of them even came and asked if I was all right! My other friend got asked three times, and each time she complained about it afterwards! I almost went "At least they asked you!"
Okay, now that my little bout of self-pity is over, on with the fic. (Basically a longer bout of self pity.) Also, I have no feelings for my best friend's worst enemy, (No matter what she says. Honestly, just because he's nice to me and horrible to her...) And of course he didn't ask me to dance. (That mean old wiener-head.) But I put that in so it could have a happy ending for Hermione, even if it didn't for me. (Big self-pity right there.)
P.S: In this version, they played muggle music, because I'm too tired to think of some witty wizard song names. And Draco is uncharacteristically nice in this story. Hermione's uncharacteristically cynical. This Author's Note is uncharacteristically long.
P.P.S.: The story turned out longer than I expected. Say in your review if you want me to continue. I have another part I could write for this, but it could also be a whole other story.
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I hate slow songs.
Well, I like them, but I hate them, well, I like most of them, not just, well, not when I'm sitting on a stupid chair at a stupid table while everyone else is dancing.
Harry is dancing with Parvati. Ron with Padma. Neville and Ginny.
I glanced around the Great Hall. Good lord, even Crabbe and Goyle were dancing. (With Pansy and Millicent, of all people.) I wonder what happened to Malfoy. He was Pansy's date. Maybe he ditched her. I would ditch her. She looks like a truck. And she said I looked like a chipmunk.
I sighed, watching all the happy couples dancing together, lost in their world of blissful dancing and dating and kissing and romantic-ing.
So I made "romantic-ing" up. Sue me.
Am I really that ugly? That much of a know-it-all? That un-approachable? Even Ron, one of my best friends, admitted that he wouldn't ask me out unless it was a last resort.
I spotted Malfoy by the refreshment table. He seemed to be the only person not dancing, besides me. Mudblood Granger. The girl who was constantly with her nose in a book, hiding in the library. The insufferable know-it-all. It still stings a bit when I think about when Ron called me that.
A couple just almost tripped over my feet. The girl glared at me, and I glared right back. It's not my fault you were so caught up in the fact that you're boyfriend's hands are on your ass that you didn't see my feet. Still, I brought my feet under my chair.
Finally, the songs over. Now we can all just dance in a big group and have fun without worrying about who's dancing with who. Or who's not dancing. I like this song. I still listen to a lot of muggle music.
"Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'..."
Another slow song? Didn't they just play one? I got to my chair in record time. I feel so exposed. Everyone can see me. Why did I wear these stupid bright blue dress robes? How was I supposed to know everything was going to be white or red or green?
"I'm goin' crazy crazy crazy just a thinkin' about you baby..."
I liked this song. I'm not so sure now. It's always played at dances. Ironic, isn't it? I call them dances, yet I don't dance.
Draco's sitting at a table across the room. Excuse me, Malfoy's sitting at a table across the room. I once made the mistake of calling him Draco in front of Ron. I think Ron nearly had a heart attack.
"Hey heyyyyy...bye bye bye..."
I hate this song so much. If you're going to break up with your girlfriend (why would you?) you should at least have the class to do it in private.
I'm going to keep dancing anyway. Who says you have to love a song to dance to it?
"May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I think we're gonna have a problem here..."
Oh great. Here comes the twenty minute spiel of rap songs no ones heard of, with lyrics like "Get your freak on" and "Shake it" and "Wazzup my fly girls and homie-G dawgs?"
Harry and Ron just went to sit down. Parvati and Padma are talking with two boys on the other side of the room. Probably Beuxbatons boys. Harry caught my eye and waved at me, trying to get me to sit down with them.
Right. After ignoring me all night, you expect me to come and keep you company while your dates are flirting with other guys?
I think not.
I pretended I didn't see him and kept dancing. I was feeling rather bold, so I decided to go right in front of the DJ's and just dance like I didn't care I was alone. There were a few groups of people dancing up there in loose circles, so I decided to pretend I was with them.
I just elbowed someone in the back. I turned to say sorry, and I found I had elbowed Draco. I decided to spook him a bit. I grinned and shouted "Sorry!"(since the music was so loud.) He surprised me by shrugging it off and continuing to dance, almost right across from me.
Another slow song? Dang, this is getting annoying. I'm back in my chair already. Draco's sitting on this side of the room now. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's following me. Yeah right.
I don't know what this song's called. Something about a guy, and he loves his girlfriend, and he misses her. Puh-leeze! If you loved her so much, why'd you break up with her in the first place? Serves you right, you idiot.
It might be my imagination, but Draco's getting closer. Now he's sitting at the next table.
This is so not fair! They're playing two slow songs in a row! I was about to go complain to the DJ, but when I realized what song it was, I just sat down, feeling even more sorry for myself as I started singing the words under my breath.
"It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you went away..."
I absolutely love this song. It was always played at the dances at my Muggle school.
Is this how I'll always be? The pathetic ugly girl who sits through the slow songs, singing the words under her breath? The words she memorized because she spends her nights listening to CD's because she has no one to spend them with?
It's almost the end of the dance. The fairies are glowing even brighter, and the lights are really low. It's beautiful. It would be perfect...if I had someone to share it with.
The last song is playing. I don't particularly like the Backstreet Boys, but I like this song. It's okay.
"Show me the meaning, of being lonely..."
Show me the meaning? Ha. I am the meaning.
"What's the matter, Granger?"
I was shaken out of my self-pity by none other than Mr. Malfoy himself. He was sitting in a chair next to me.
"Why do you think something's the matter, Malfoy?" I replied cooly. He wasn't the only one who could drawl like that.
"Just that you've been moping around during all the slow songs, and the fact that you actually apologized to me." He replied, showing a rare grin. I was taken aback by this sudden show of humanistic behavior from him, but before I could reply, he stood and extended a hand to me.
"What...?" I stuttered, at a loss for words for the first time.
"It's called being asked to dance, Granger. I know it's a new concept for you, but..."
"I know what you mean; I just wasn't sure you did." But I still took his hand. I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought.
All thoughts left, though, as we walked out onto the dance floor. I had no idea what to do, and I know Draco didn't either, as he had sat out all the slow dances as well. Imitating the others, I put my arms around his neck, trying to keep a small distance between us. He placed his hands on my waist, a frightening experience for both of us, I'm sure, and we slowly turned in a circle, like the other couples around us.
Pretty soon, I was gone. Totally gone. If Professor McGonagall had announced that I failed every single one of my exams, I doubt I would have batted an eye. So this is why people love to dance. It was amazing. I felt so peaceful, so happy, so...so...I can't even describe it. It was wonderful.
Draco seemed to think so too. Forget trying to keep a small distance between us. His arms were wrapped around my waist, and I was resting my head on his shoulder. It didn't matter that he was Draco Malfoy at the moment. For one sparkling second, everything was perfectly wonderful.
So wonderful, in fact, I didn't even notice Fred's shocked face as he danced past with Angelina. Or the fact that he whispered something to her, then headed off for Ron and Harry's table.
I did notice, however, when Harry pulled me off Draco and Ron suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Get your hands off her you lousy scumbag!" Ron shouted, causing almost everyone to look at us.
"Ron!" I cried, my face red with embarrassment. "I was just dancing, Draco didn't do anything-"
"Oh, so he's Draco now?" Ron said, with a look that just shouted contempt.
"Calm down Weasly." Draco butted in. "I plead temporary insanity. I'm not going to steal precious little Hermione away from you."
He glanced quickly at me and then walked away, towards Crabbe, Pansy, Millicent, and Goyle.
Ron watched them go, and Harry said "Jeez Hermione, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking how nice it was to be noticed for a change." I muttered darkly. But I had no time to dwell on that. I needed to kill Fred.
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Songs: (In order of appearance:)
Rollin' by Limp Bizkit
Crazy by K-Ci and Jo-Jo
Bye Bye Bye by *NSYNC
The Real Slim Shady by Eminem
6,8,12 by Brian McKnight
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely by The Backstreet Boys