A/N hey, hope you enjoy this story. I do not own Harry Potter. Read and review . Bloodless heart x
I wrap my toes of my left foot in the strip of lamb's wool in my hand, before placing my foot into my black silk ballet slipper. I the cross my ribbons over my foot and up my ankle. After tying the ribbons together I stand up to look in the mirror.
I see myself staring back in a black silk camisole leotard, pink ballet tights, and my black double ruffled short skirt. And also on my feet my new black ballet shoes.
My brown curls had been ties up into a bun at the top of my head, around the bun wrapped a black ribbon.
"Fifteen minutes till class starting, start warming up" came the voice of our tutor.
I start my warming up; as I am warming up I hear a noise coming from the entrance door.
"Madam Giry, This is my best student that I promised you. He is a great dancer. You mentioned that you had a young woman to pair him up with." I heard a mans voice say
"Ah, Mr Redford, it is about time you arrived sir, class is about to begin. What is your name young man?" replied our tutor Madam Giry
Redford, I have heard that name before but where? I ask myself
"Draco Malfoy, Madam." came a third voice
"Well, run on into the hall and get ready, everyone else should be warming up" replied Giry
I quickly get back to warming up, what's he doing here? Is the only thought that runs though my mind. I watch him in the mirror come into the room, his blonde hair tired back with black ribbon.
He takes off his coat and starts putting his shoes on. I look over his attire. He is wearing black footless tights, and a tight black short sleeved t-shirt. God, he looks good.
I stop stretching and look over to the others, everyone else in the room is under fifteen, I (not including the tutor, or Draco) am the only one here that's seventeen. My partner, Cal is not aloud to dance for the next month after he shattered the whole of his right leg in a car crash three weeks previously.
I am brought out the thoughts with one of the younger girls screams.
I look over to see a small, petite girl with amber colour hair, sitting on the floor, gripping her ankle.
"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked going over to her. I sit myself in font of her and move her ankle towards me so I could have a look of it.
"I…I…I fell over" she manages to sob out as I check over her ankle.
"Liam" I call out, "could you go and get an ice pack please, Alice has twisted her foot"
I watch as my younger brother runs out the room, towards the kitchen area.
I stand up and hep Alice stand. I guide her over towards one of the many benches in the room. By now I can feel a pair of eyes burning into my head.
I sit Alice on the bench and raise her leg to rest in the bench. Just after making sure Alice in comfy, Liam and Madam Giry walk into the room.
Madam Giry is a woman in her early fifties. She is a kind person, but can be unpleasant to you if you get on her bad side.
She is dressed in the same artier as me. I watch as she takes the ice pack from Liam and walks over towards me and Alice.
"Alice has twisted her ankle Madam." I say standing up
"Thank you Hermione, could you start the class off while I see to Alice. I shall not be too long. Just start by running some movements"
"Will do ma'am" I replied
I walk over to the front of the room. I take a deep breath before talking loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Right everyone to the front please, Madam Giry has asked me to start the class off for her." I watch as the younger girls, run to be at the front of the class. I smile towards them. When I look back up I see that Liam is talking to Draco.
"Liam no talking" I shout towards my little brother, I love bossing him around. As a result though he turns tome and sticks his tough out at me. I watch as a small smile creeps onto Draco face.
"Right I was asked to run through some movements with you, to start off with I would like you all to do some pliés, fondu's and pirouettes"
I stand back to watch the younger students do the movement. As I knew the older ones could. I noticed that a young boy of three, whom has started only a few months ago, was struggling, so I go over to help him.
"Dray" I say bending down to his level, "Would you like some help?"
"Yes please" he replied back to me.
I smile. "Do you remember what a pliés?" I ask him
He answers my question by standing up and bending his knees while keeping his feet together.
"That correct" I praise him, "what about a fondu?"
"I cannot remember" he whispers looking towards the floor.
"Well, that's okay how about I show you" I watch as Little Dray looks up to me and smiles
"Okay" he relied smiling at me.
I stand up fully again before going into the movement.
As I do it, I watch as Dray copies me. Yet again the feeling of someone watching me comes back. I look over to where my brother stood. My eyes meet with a pair of deep blue-silver eyes.
I look away quickly. "Well done Dray, now try a pirouette" I say looking back to Dray
Dray then starts to spin on his left foot.
"Well done Dray that's very good" I hear madam Giry say walking to where I stood.
"Hermione you can now practise your routine at the other end of the hall, Mr Malfoy has been sent over from Redford Academy of Dance to fill in as your partner till Cal is able to return."
Ah I knew I had heard the name before.
"Of course Madam," I replied, in the distance I hear a phone ring then stop; the house maid must have answered it.
Who's calling? I think to myself.