Hopeful Lang Syne
Hermione sipped huskily at her drink and stood hopeful behind a desk. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel shiny and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how short her hip got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Hermione knew very well why she was at the party: to see Draco.
Ah, Draco. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his green arse made Hermione's heart beat like a light shining down from the moon in daylight.
But tonight everyone was masked. Hermione peered smartly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Draco. There, she thought, the man over by the notebook, the pink one with the wolf mask. It had to be Draco. No one else could look so shy, even in a wolf mask.
He began to walk Hermione's way and Hermione started to panic. What if he actually talkedto Hermione?
Draco came right up to Hermione and Hermione thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Draco said hoarsely. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the book," Hermione said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so rough.
Just then, a bright voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Hermione's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Draco might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Draco swept Hermione into his arms, bent her in a chair, and kissed Hermione gruffly, slipping her the tongue and groping her hand.
Hermione could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out gently and pulled Draco's mask off his face. It wasDraco! "I knew it was you," Hermione said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Draco said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Hermione watched him go. He would be right back, Hermione was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.