Dances, Manners, and Enemies
Note: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the genius behind the Harry Potter series and I'm not.
Hermione and Victoria were sorting through the dresses. The annual Seventh Year Ball was coming up soon.
"Oooo, Hermi!" Tori held up a teal satin dress. "This would look great on you,"
"Really?" Hermione held it up to herself before heading towards the salesclerk. Victoria grabbed a royal blue dress before following her.
"That will be ten galleons," the salesclerk said, nodding at Hermione. She pouted and dug around in her pocket. She handed over the coins and waited for Tori to pay. They headed outside and apparated back to Hogwarts.
"Tori, do you even have you license yet?" Victoria tilted her head and grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and went inside. She shrieked as a familiar pair of hands picked her up and carried her off. His dark, messy hair fell in wisps on his head. His now vivid green eyes stared back at her.
"Mr. Potter, where are you taking me?" Harry shrugged and put her down. They were standing in an unknown part of the castle. It was beautiful, chandeliers hung down and long winding plants covered the walls. Hermione gasped in awe. "Where, how, why..." she stammered but was cut off by Harry as he conjured a candle-lit table. He leaned in...
Hermione woke up, chest heaving. She sat up in the bed and recalled the events of the night before.
Flashback
"Hermione, I found someone else," he clung to the waist of Victoria, a fellow Gryffindor. Victoria grinned smugly at Hermione before kissing Harry on the cheek. Hermione reached for her wand but Lavender stopped her.
"Have a good life," Hermione growled and walked away but not before slapping Harry. Lavender glared at the remaining two and followed her.
End Flashback
Hermione muttered a spell and a glass of water appeared on her nightstand. She downed the water in one, long drink and opened the curtains. She needed to go clear her head. She needed to the library.
Hermione turned the knob and was surprised to the library open. She tiptoed in and realized there was a light on in one of the corners. "Hello?" she said, holding her wand ready. She warily approached the light and saw her worst enemy reading a book. No, not Victoria but Draco Malfoy. "Um, hi?" Hermione said looking at the cruel Slytherin.
"Surprised?"
"As a matter of fact, yes" Hermione sat down at his table.
"Thought I couldn't read, eh? Too busy being hot?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione. She giggled and looked at the cover of his book. Dark Arts and their Consequences, By Lucius Malfoy.
"Your father writes books?"
"Yeah, mainly dark books," he added before going back to reading.
"Oh wait, do you know any really bad hexes, not unforgivables?" Hermione asked Draco. He put down the book, deep in thought.
"I do know one that ignites somebody's head," Hermione winced and said, "Forget it,"
He shrugged and went back to reading. "Harry must pay," she thought as she scanned the books. She saw one old book at the top that read, The Complete Encyclopedia of Hexes. Hermione stood on her toes and tried to reach it to no avail. She jumped and jumped but she just couldn't reach it. She was about to give up when she felt a pair of strong hands lift her up. Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy smirking at her. She grabbed the book and descended.
"Thanks," Hermione kissed Malfoy on the cheek. He stared at her for before leaving. It could have been her ears deceiving her but she thought she heard him mutter, "Your welcome,"
A/N: I know the chapter is really slow but I have some idea of where the fic is going.
Note: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the genius behind the Harry Potter series and I'm not.
Hermione and Victoria were sorting through the dresses. The annual Seventh Year Ball was coming up soon.
"Oooo, Hermi!" Tori held up a teal satin dress. "This would look great on you,"
"Really?" Hermione held it up to herself before heading towards the salesclerk. Victoria grabbed a royal blue dress before following her.
"That will be ten galleons," the salesclerk said, nodding at Hermione. She pouted and dug around in her pocket. She handed over the coins and waited for Tori to pay. They headed outside and apparated back to Hogwarts.
"Tori, do you even have you license yet?" Victoria tilted her head and grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and went inside. She shrieked as a familiar pair of hands picked her up and carried her off. His dark, messy hair fell in wisps on his head. His now vivid green eyes stared back at her.
"Mr. Potter, where are you taking me?" Harry shrugged and put her down. They were standing in an unknown part of the castle. It was beautiful, chandeliers hung down and long winding plants covered the walls. Hermione gasped in awe. "Where, how, why..." she stammered but was cut off by Harry as he conjured a candle-lit table. He leaned in...
Hermione woke up, chest heaving. She sat up in the bed and recalled the events of the night before.
Flashback
"Hermione, I found someone else," he clung to the waist of Victoria, a fellow Gryffindor. Victoria grinned smugly at Hermione before kissing Harry on the cheek. Hermione reached for her wand but Lavender stopped her.
"Have a good life," Hermione growled and walked away but not before slapping Harry. Lavender glared at the remaining two and followed her.
End Flashback
Hermione muttered a spell and a glass of water appeared on her nightstand. She downed the water in one, long drink and opened the curtains. She needed to go clear her head. She needed to the library.
Hermione turned the knob and was surprised to the library open. She tiptoed in and realized there was a light on in one of the corners. "Hello?" she said, holding her wand ready. She warily approached the light and saw her worst enemy reading a book. No, not Victoria but Draco Malfoy. "Um, hi?" Hermione said looking at the cruel Slytherin.
"Surprised?"
"As a matter of fact, yes" Hermione sat down at his table.
"Thought I couldn't read, eh? Too busy being hot?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione. She giggled and looked at the cover of his book. Dark Arts and their Consequences, By Lucius Malfoy.
"Your father writes books?"
"Yeah, mainly dark books," he added before going back to reading.
"Oh wait, do you know any really bad hexes, not unforgivables?" Hermione asked Draco. He put down the book, deep in thought.
"I do know one that ignites somebody's head," Hermione winced and said, "Forget it,"
He shrugged and went back to reading. "Harry must pay," she thought as she scanned the books. She saw one old book at the top that read, The Complete Encyclopedia of Hexes. Hermione stood on her toes and tried to reach it to no avail. She jumped and jumped but she just couldn't reach it. She was about to give up when she felt a pair of strong hands lift her up. Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy smirking at her. She grabbed the book and descended.
"Thanks," Hermione kissed Malfoy on the cheek. He stared at her for before leaving. It could have been her ears deceiving her but she thought she heard him mutter, "Your welcome,"
A/N: I know the chapter is really slow but I have some idea of where the fic is going.