My first fanfic! Please go easy with the reviews!
~DraMione394
"Good practice guys!" Oliver Wood called out to the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team. I flew down to join my team mates who were gathering in the centre of the pitch. My fellow beater, Fred Weasley, hovered beside me. His brother George had had an unfortunate accident with a nasty bludger which left him in the hospital wing for a while, and incapable of playing. So they had asked me to fill in for the time being. After a quick pep talk from Wood, the team hustled off the pitch and towards the castle. No one wanted to be late for tonight.
Approaching the Gryffindor common room, a group of third year girls were gathered in a giggly group around a piece of parchment by the portrait of the Fat Lady. They giggled some more when they saw me before moving aside. I snatched the parchment from them and read the name of the person whom the letter was to. I was amazed to see my own name.
Hermione,
I have watched you practice at Quidditch, and seen you study in the library. I've seen you in classes, and around the corridor. Out of all the faces I see every day, yours is the only one that's stuck in my head. I know I was a jerk to you but, I would be delighted if you would accompany me to the Yule Ball tonight. I'll be waiting for you by the entrance hall doors, wearing dress robes with my house colours attached, green.
Sincerely,
xoxo.
My heart skipped a beat. Who wanted to go to the Ball with me? I grinned and bolted up the stairs to get ready for what would undoubtedly be the best night of my life.
I descended the stairs slowly, careful not to trip and fall in my floor length, frilly, ocean blue gown. I touched my hair to my head and checked that it was still in its perfected wavy bun on top of my head. I took a breath to steady myself and rounded the corner. I scanned the crowd of people looking for someone in green. I saw Draco Malfoy, my childhood crush.
His pale blonde hair was slicked back handsomely, his silvery eyes shining when they found mine. He smiled at me, waved me over. I breezed across the enormous room and went straight to him. His arms embraced me and I felt his lips on my hair.
"I thought you might not come," he said, his voice quivering a little.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, a bit taken aback.
"Well, you may not like me in the same way that I like you," he said, still nervous, his eyes on his shoes.
"And which way is that?" I prompted, almost as scared.
In response, he pulled me into him by my waist, and kissed me deeply. I responded as enthusiastically. It all felt surreal, it couldn't possibly be happening. This was an alternate reality. The kiss subsided and he took my hand, leading me to the entrance doors.
"This is definitely a night to remember!" he said enthusiastically.
He leaned, "by the way," he whispered. "You look incredible tonight." And he opened the doors to the spectacular dance and whirled me into a dance.