A/N: Stupid little thing that got stuck in my head one day...So I decided to type it up and run it by my lovely fans! Not that I have any... On with the tale!
Oh, yeah...I own nothing.
Dreamland
A ballroom filled with many elegant people. In the corner, a girl with brown eyes and walnut brown hair sits, watching the dancing couples with a look of wistful longing.
A latecomer arrives. He walks in, nonchalant, as if balls are nothing new, and as everyday as brushing his platinum blonde hair. His steely gray eyes search the room, his gaze falling on her.
He makes his way across the room in his black tuxedo, which, though simple, is obviously expensive. He reaches her, in her safe little corner, and holds out a hand.
"Malfoy." He says in a voice as smooth as velvet. "Draco, Malfoy. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger," she replies silkily, taking his hand. "A pleasure, I'm sure."
"Shall we?" He asks, gesturing to the dance floor with his other hand.
"Why, of course, Mr. Malfoy." She rises, her long white gown slowly falling into place.
They dance. The two seem lost to the world, as if only the other existed. They don't notice the stares from other couples, as earth meets steel and is held.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Hermione Granger fell out of bed, waking from an awful nightmare about her and shudder MALFOY. She glanced quickly around, noting that her roommate's were still asleep, before sighing in relief.
"Oh, thank heavens. It was just a bad dream."
A/N: Who knows, if people review I may continue this story...though I don't see that happening soon. It's a stupid story, I know, but I would like a few reviews telling me how to improve! So, go on! Click the button. You know you want to...go on!
Ritsi
