Chapter one: The Masked Ball
Author's note: Hey guys! So this is my first ever fanfiction. I'm really sorry if there is a couple of mistakes, as there is only one of me at the moment whoops. I'm not really sure how to work anything so I've probably got it all wrong, in which case, I'm so sorry! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Hermione holds the crisp white envelope in her hands. She examines it. On the front, in a black, fancy scrawl, is her name: Hermione Granger. She's seen a few of these floating around the school, usually accompanied with excited whispers from 3rd years, but she hadn't yet received her own. Until now. She swiftly tears along the seal and pulls out a letter.
In the same handwriting, it reads
'Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
You are cordially invited to Hogwart's Annual Masked Ball.
Please insure you have a dress/suit and a very unique mask ready in a month's time for you to wear to the ball. You will be paired with a mysterious partner at the doors.
Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
P.S: I would suggest you do come, as there will be free food!
Hermione folds up the letter and hurries out the room excitedly to find Ginny. They must buy their dresses and masks as soon as possible!
One Month Later
Hermione takes one last look at herself in the mirror. She wears a beautiful, pure white dress, that twirls slightly when she moves. It falls in all the right places, and delicately floats around her figure. She wears a matching mask, with small gold patterns along the rim. She smiles at herself in the mirror. This is going to be perfect.
She makes her way through the crowds to the entrance of the Great Hall. She spots a couple of Professors standing at the doorway. She inserts herself in a queue for Professor Flitwick. The students in front of her are being enchanted by a spell and she instantly recognises it as a masking spell, in which the person under the influence of it wouldn't be able to be recognised by anyone.
When she finally makes it to the front of the queue, Professor Flitwich squeaks a quick greeting before casting the spell with his wand around the girl. Hermione feels a slight tingle. Flitwich let's her past and she enters the Great Hall.
The sight that greets her takes her breathe away. It's stunning. The ceiling is dappled with hundreds of stars and floating candles. Beautiful flowers of all varieties climb the tall walls, in a parade of soft colours, that fall into each other. Pale blues, pinks, soft yellows. The polished floor of the Great Hall is covered in students in dresses and suits all dancing to the soft music that plays from nowhere. There is tall banquet tables, spread with the most delicious foods: delicate cakes, small sandwiches, bubbling drinks in glasses.
Suddenly, she is tapped on the shoulder by a Professor and she spins around.
"You have no partner?"
Hermione shakes her head.
"You will pair with the young gentleman then," the professor smiles, pointing. Hermione follows her finger to a tall boy, with light blonde hair. He has a lean, casual figure and he wears a back suit with a small lily in his pocket. Lilies: her favourite flowers. He also wears a white mask, with shades of light blue flowing into it. He smiles at her and she melts. His face is so handsome, and his smile: so genuine and warm. He offers her his hand. She blushes slightly before accepting it. She lets herself be taken away to the dance floor.
He takes a hold of her waist, and his touch is soft. A spark of electricity flows through her. It makes her tingle with excitement. She throws her arm around his neck and they dance.
"Hi," he says. Oh god! His voice is so handsome. Deep but not too deep. Soft, gentle, sweet.
"Hi.."
He smiles. There he goes again, making her feel like jelly.
She stares up into his eyes and, for the first time, she realises how perfect they are. So deep, she seems to drown in a pool of silver. They are so bright and beautiful. Mesmerising. They seem to search hers, full of curiosity.
They slowly sway to the music.
They talk, they dance. They laugh. Everything seems so perfect.
Draco's P/O/V
Her laugh. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Her eyes. A flawless, dark hazel, full of happiness. Her shiny, brown hair falls in the most perfect curls. And the flower in her hair. A lily. My favourite flowers. Talking to her was so comfortable, so natural. I treasure every second I spent gazing down at her gorgeous features. Out of all the girls I could have been paired with, and I had the privilege and the fortune of being put with her.
I don't want this night to end.
Minutes bled into hours. Before the couple knew it, the professors where rounding everyone up. They held tight on to each other's hand as they made their way out of the Grand Hall.
"I must go," Hermione says regretfully.
"Wait, won't I ever get to know who you are," Draco asks.
"Of course," Hermione whispers softly.
Just then, a huge crowd of students comes stumbling out of the Hall at that moment. They separated the couple. Hermione struggled against the bodies of the crowd but it was no use. Her mysterious masked man was gone.
She regretfully stumbles all the way back to the head dorms (she's Head Girl) and seeing that the Head Boy had not returned yet, she drags herself upstairs. She pulls of her dress and mask and quickly pulls on her bed clothes. She's so tired.
And her last thought is of the handsome, blonde haired, grey eyed, mysterious masked partner before she drifted off to sleep.