Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or Harry Potter (though I wish I did) but the plot idea is mine. I also do not own the song 'This Masquerade' as it is already taken by The Carpenters
Yes, this is a songfic, and will be more that one chapter.
This Masquerade
Are we really happy with
This lonely
game we play
It was time for the annual ball. Everywhere throughout the castle everything was festive. The atmosphere was happy. Again, like tradition, it was a masked ball. With costumes.
Hermione knew what she was going to be. The same as last year, but different. The same lace gown, the same velvet lining, yet it would be different. She trimmed it up a bit. Changed it. Altered it. Until she was pleased with what she saw.
She conjured up her mask within minutes. She had the idea in her head, and being the brightest witch of the bunch gave her an advantage. It was beautiful. A mix of wine red and ebony black, with blue, purple and orange mixed in.
It matched her dress. The beautiful, Victorian dress her grandmother handed down to her. The red-purple satin, with the black lace and edging. She loved the alterations. The low cut square neckline, the way the satin belt hugged her waistline, the way the hoop skirt accentuated her upper body.
Beautiful, and she knew it.
On the day, she wore her hair up, with a few curls hanging down the side of her face. The touch of mascara to highlight her eyelashes, the touch of eyeliner and eye shadow to bring out her eyes, and the smudge of the bronzer, giving her that sun kissed look.
And why did she go to this effort?
Because she knew she would see him. The reason why she went to the ball alone each year, but never missed a dance on the floor. The person she had an understanding with…an unspoken deal.
Looking for the right words to
say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
They'd been meeting every year for 3 years now, every time there was a masked ball. Yet she had no idea who he was, and vice versa.
But they danced, and looked absolutely gorgeous doing it. Both came from a dignified background, they knew how to make them selves presentable to the world.
It was a sort of game she had to admit. But neither had challenged the other, asking to reveal themselves. She didn't know about him, but she was scared. She didn't want to know who it was.
But she was too proud to walk away from the challenge that came fluttering through the window. A tawny owl, one of the school ones, bearing the message: 'Reveal yourself. I dare you to'
And that word was all she needed to see. She, Hermione Granger, never backed away from a challenge, from a dare.
So she would do it.
And taking one deep breath, descended down into the common room.
She recognised Ron and Harry, and breezed past them. They looked after, but she knew that she didn't know who she was.
'Ahh…but that's the fun of masquerades. You can be someone you're not, and no one will ever know.
We're lost in this masquerade…
Okay, this is only the first chapter, and as selfish as it sounds, I would like at least two reviews before I publish the next one.
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