A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back again with another dramione fanfiction! I just those two don't you? My ability to use commas may be absolutely awful, and I haven't actually reread my work, but I hope it's ok and I hope you enjoy it.
The Storm of Desire- One Faithful Night
"Come on Hermione!", Ginny pleaded, "You need to get out of the house! Seriously, and perhaps have a shower." Hermione replied by narrowing her eyes and sigh as she snuggled further down into her rug. She didn't want to go to leave the house let alone go to a dance! "Listen, we'll have a few Butterbeers, perhaps some Firewhisky if we're feeling particularly adventurous – which I am, by the way – and dance our worries away." Ginny was not going to give up, she knew exactly what Hermione needed and moping around the house was not one of them.
"I'm just not in the mood, Ginny!", tears sprang to her eyes, "It's too soon." She muttered and she turned her face away.
"No it is not! It's been a month!" Ginny cried as Hermione only shook her head "Hermione, you're so strong and you've always been so independent! Why let Ron get the better of you. He must be feeling so smug right now, the prick, and sitting locked in your house will not help matters. Listen, do you trust me?" Hermione nodded. "Have I not always had your best intentions at heart?" Once again Hermione nodded. "Then please just do this for me! You've always done everything for me and I just want to give you something in return." Ginny was almost crying, remembering the multiple times Hermione had come to her rescue in times of need. "You where there for me when I ..." her voice cracked, "when..."
"Shhh" Hermione was up straight away and holding Ginny. "I know sweetie, you don't have to say it." She stroked Ginny's hair. What had she been doing? Worrying about a stupid break up when Ginny had been through much more and worse! She had been selfish. "Ok." She whispered.
"Ok?" Ginny looked up, "Ok, you'll come or ok I understand but I'm still not coming?" almost smiling as she already knew the answer.
Hermione sighed again and a smile of defeat crossed her face, "What shall I wear?" Ginny enveloped her in a massive hug that took both the girls back onto the settee.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Harry gasped but the wind was knocked out of him by his wife. "Sorry Ginny, you are still the most beautiful girl in the world but dear Merlin Hermione! You scrub up well!"
Hermione smiled timidly as she finished making her way down the stairs, "Be honest with me." She demanded and ruffled the bottom of her dress so that the crystals against the burgundy silk would stand out.
"Honestly Hermione, I can tell when he's lying and that's the biggest non-lie he's ever told" Ginny revealed.
"Does that even any sense what so ever?" Harry quizzed his wife giving her a strange look. Ginny turned to him with narrowed eyes, something she no doubt learnt from Mrs Wealsey.
Hermione interjected, "Yes, just which bit of his statement is the truth we will never know" and she sent a wink in their direction. All three of them smiled and Harry offered both his arms to the women.
"Shall we go then?" He asked. Ginny immediately took his arm, more out of habit than request, and they looked at Hermione, waiting.
"But seriously, you two. I won't look silly or anything? I mean you're wearing a short dress, Ginny, am I going to stand out awfully?"
"Well you will certainly stand out." Harry smiled.
"But if it's for looking awful then shoot me down and call me a Hippogriff because awful will be the last word in anyone's mind tonight." Ginny finished. Hermione was always jealous of their ability to finish each other's thought's, she had never had that kind of relationship with Ron, with anyone in fact. "If you don't find a lad tonight who will be willing to lay his money and his life down for you, hopefully in that order, then you can marry Harry."
"Oi!" Harry said a minute later, a little bit slow on the uptake.
"Just joking my dear, but seriously Hermione, tonight is going to be spectacular." Ginny smiled triumphantly after noticing Hermione was also smiling. Once again Ginerva Weasley you have convinced the brightest witch of your age; Ginny-1, Hermione-0.
They apparated at the gates and all stood for a moment in silence admiring the view that and the building that they all loved so much. "Good Evening Mr Potter" Filtch spat, "Wondered whether you'd be making an appearance tonight, unfortunately my suspicions were correct."
"A pleasure as always," Harry beamed, "May we come in?" he questioned, taking a step forward.
"Hold on." Filtch stepped in front of him, "I need to check the guest list," he hissed, "names please."
A new voice came from behind them that made them all jump, Filtch included who dropped his quill. "Oh come now Filtch, I thought we were beyond this, surely you know who these people are?" Blaise Zabini stepped out behind a tree from which he no doubt had just apparate to. "Terribly sorry" He said as he bent to pick up the fallen quill. Filtch didn't like people, let alone nasty students touching his stuff and he quickly scrambled to pick it up before Blaise did. As he bent over though, a small hip flask fell out his pocket and tumbled to the floor. Blaise stopped in his tracks, "Ahh, getting on it early, I see." His dark eyes twinkled, "Let us in Filtch and we want no trouble from you tonight," his eyes moved to the flask and then back to Filtch, "understand?"
"Of course Master Zabini," Filtch sneered, "In you go Mr and Mrs Potter, and you Miss Granger." Blaise had already gone ahead and the rest smiled politely as they quickly moved past Filtch.
"That was really unnecessary Zabini." Ginny shouted, as they caught up to him. "He was going to let us in anyway; there was no need to be rude."
Blaise merely looked at her as if she knew nothing of the world, which she didn't considering she married Potter. "You do things in your way Mrs Potter and I will do thing in mine. There is a reason that my family is still held with respect despite the war, and it is not because of our bloody status as that clearly doesn't matter anymore. Ginny looked too outraged to speak and muttered under her breath instead. "Ah Miss Granger, I almost didn't recognised you," he said turning his attention to the brunette beauty, as she blushed unused to male attention, "I will see you late for a dance." He declared as he picked up her hand and kissed it gently, all whilst holding her gaze. Then quickly marched off, up to the castle so he didn't have to walk any further with wonder boy and his wife.
"Ruddy hell" Harry said, and the girls nodded in agreement.
"Zabini! How excellent to see you again!" The men exchanged a hearty hug where lots of back hitting and hand shaking went on. "Back to our old stomping ground, what do you say to reuniting the old team?" referring to their previous endeavours as wingmen.
"It's like you read my mind, old friend." Blaise smiled, "It's been far too long, Malfoy." Draco passed him a glass filled with ice and a dark liquid to which they toasted to their good fortune tonight.
At that moment the doors to the great hall opened up. Great. Malfoy thought, Saint Potter and his posse. As he was about to turn away from them and continue his conversation with Blaise he noticed possibly the most beautiful woman he had even seen walk in behind the nauseating couple and he was mesmerized.
All the while Blaise was watching and noticing.
A/N: WOTCHA THINK? Please please review and any suggestions/ anyone who who wants to be my beta please tell me! And yeah review, follow and favourite. No pressure. Would be nice though :D
Han xxx