Hermoine Granger reluctantly awoke to an alarm clock that was persistently beeping in her ear. As she fumbled to turn off the annoying alarm, she realized that she had already hi the snooze button three times that morning. The teenage girl quickly jumped out of bed and hurriedly took a shower, knowing that if she didn't quicken her pace she would be late for her dance class. Oh, how she wished her class didn't start at eight thirty in the morning. It's summer for goodness sake, I should be sleeping until noon! At this thought Hermoine chuckled to herself knowing that she would never allow herself to sleep in until noon, even though most teens her age did so, she thought sleeping so late was a waste of the day. Done showering, she threw on black short shorts and a dark purple stretch tank top. Next she hurriedly styled her brown, curly tresses, which she finally learned how to tame, into a messy ponytail. She grabbed her dance bag and the latest "Gossip Girl" novel and ran downstairs. Though Hermoine usually found books like "Gossip Girl" to be stupid, she sometimes secretly enjoyed reading them for fun.
"'Morning Mum, 'morning Daddy."
"'Morning sweetie. Eat some breakfast quickly and I'll drive you to your dance class on my way to work."
"Thanks Dad. Oh my gosh Mom, these eggs are so good," Hermoine complimented her mom.
"Thank you honey. You guys better get going though; it's already 8:15."
"Ah! Okay, bye Mum."
When they got to the studio Hermoine said goodbye to her dad and hurriedly ran up the steps to the building. She checked the clock in the classroom; 8:31 and the last couple of dancers were walking in. Phew! Perfect timing, Hermoine thought to herself as Madam Lorena entered the room.
"Good morning, my loves! Nice to see everybody awake and ready to dance," she joked as she looked at her groggy class.
The dancers quietly laughed at this and everyone started to do the daily warm up to get their blood flowing and wake up a bit. Madam Lorena put on some funky hip hop music and Hermione chatted with her friends as they all stretched. The instructor cleared her throat and the class quieted down and looked expectantly at her.
"Today will be a rather fun day. I will put on the music we will be using in our recital and you will all dance freestyle to it however you like the first run through. The second time the song starts up you will each have a chance to tell me and the class any ideas you have for the dance. Once everyone has had the chance to voice their opinion, we will all put together a routine. We will also be getting a new student today."
At this the class at once started talking.
"Ahem, settle down please. He should be here any minute n-"
"Hello."
"Oh! Well, here is our new student. He has been dancing for eight years now and the last three years he practiced hip hop dance."
"Watch out Herms, this guy may just put you in your place," joked Hermione's friend Jamie.
Madam Loreta explained to the new student, "Hermione is our best student and has helped us win the hip hp championship for the last four years."
"Impressive," said the teenage boy. At this Hermione gave the boy a once over. Not bad. He had a nice strong build and was wearing jeans and a black wife beater. He had pale skin that she usually didn't find attractive but on him it looked good. His blonde hair fell loosely over his piercing blue-grey eyes. Not bad at all. There's something familiar about him though. Hermione was about to ask what his name was when she saw the smirk. Oh no. That smirk she knew could belong to none other than…
"Class, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco will just be watching us today but will start practicing with us tomorrow. Draco, would you like to add anything to that?"
Draco once again gave his classic smirk all the while looking at Hermione and said, "Wow Granger, I didn't know you were a dancer."