Chapter Two: Halloween Ball
OOC (All Characters) Bit of Ron Bashing, okay a lot. I'm sorry! I love him too. But I have a tendency to go off on Ron. He's bit of a...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I know, I had a hard time realizing it too. It's hard time period, but, guess what? They give you pills to cope with the depression!!
Hermione awoke to the sound of rain gently pounding against her window. She sat up, and caught reflection of herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared, and she was still wearing the dress. She looked like a hot mess.
Last night was sort of blurry. She still couldn't believe she'd kissed… Malfoy. Obviously he hadn't recognized her until she'd been revealed.
After the kiss she had run upstairs, pushing past the happy people on the dance floor, and ran upstairs to cry. When she stopped, and felt better, she wondered why she was crying in the first place. It's not like he'd hurt her feelings, right? He didn't even know who it was. Maybe it was best to just forget it.
But she knew she couldn't possibly do the latter. There was no way you could forget a kiss like that, especially when your first kiss was from Ron, who was NOT an expert on kissing. His version of a great kiss was more like coating your lips with saliva. She shuddered. Uggh. No, Malfoy's kiss was sweet, and passionate. And there was no denying that shock that went through her body…
She was upset though for other reasons. During the whole running away process, she dropped an old family heirloom, a pearl and diamond necklace that'd been passed down for generations. She would obviously be spending any free time scouring Hogwarts grounds for that darn thing.
There was a knock at the door. She stood up, praying that it wasn't Draco, who shared the dorm with her.
Sigh. It was only Ginny. Good.
"What do you need Ginny?" Hermione yawned. She was still tired. Luckily she didn't have a class until 9:00 am. It was only 7:30 am.
"I'm here to do your makeup silly."
Hermione groaned. She wouldn't be sleeping after all.
Apparently Ginny thought Hermione was a doll. At least it appeared so. Ginny had pulled Hermione's wild hair, which refused to straiten, even with the most complicated spells, into a loose knot at the nape of her neck. Her makeup was lightly done, a little gold shadow in her creases, and a lengthening charm was put onto her lashes. The uniform had been mutilated by Ginny. The skirt was a bit shorter, and it wasn't like the skirt was long in the first place. Instead of her usual stockings, Ginny gave Hermione a pair of knee high socks to borrow. And, after 10 minutes of digging through Hermione's trunk, Ginny extracted a pair of black heels that she obviously expected Hermione to wear. How dare she??
By the time Ginny was finished, not only was Hermione's patience quota used up for the day, she had missed breakfast!
She parted with Ginny, who was on her way to Care of Magical Creatures, whilst Hermione was up for double potions, with just her luck, the Slytherins. She groaned as she walked down the hall to potions with Professor Snape, trying to use reverse physiology to convince herself she wasn't hungry, but her stomach betrayed her and growled anyways. Maybe the diversion of her stomach caused her to not notice the gasp as she walked in to the room. Whatever it was, she didn't notice.
"Hermione, is that… you?" Ron asked, stuttering as she placed her books on the black marble table, and plopped herself onto the wooden chair.
She turned to face him, a bit confused of his reaction. Maybe she was stupid and naive, or she was playing along. Whatever the case was, it flustered Ron.
"What do you mean, you don't know! Look at yourself Hermione." Ron said rather loudly, a look of shock plastered across his face.
Whispers and sharp intakes of breath could be heard around the room as they noticed Hermione.
"You mean you're talking about my look? I looked like this… last night...Well actually I looked better last night and apparently some people thought so…" She paused as she recalled the events of last night.
"Nah! We never saw you Hermione." Ron said, confused.
"Yeah, I went with Ginny, Lavender, and the Patil twins."
"Well how come we didn't see you?" Harry chimed in.
"I was wearing a mask, duh."
"Well so were we and people knew who we were!" Ron said crudely, not bothering to keep the conversation on a down low.
"Yeah, well I looked different, you're forgetting one of the most important details." Hermione whispered.
"Well what were you wearing?" Harry asked, his left eyebrow raised.
"A really skimpy white dress, with a black bow accent, white heels, angel wings, a black mask." She muttered, a bit embarrassed to admit she was showing off a bit of skin.
"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled as Snape entered the classroom, his large black robes flowing behind him as he strode towards the front of the dungeon.
"Please Weasley, whatever you've got going on with Granger, keep it to yourself." He sneered, and began discussing how to make Alrinalismin, a thin watery, black concoction, or potion. It was a difficult potion, and they were to brew it within the hour.
Hermione began chopping ruslim roots while Ron babbled on about how that simply couldn't have been Hermione.
Hermione was just putting the finishing touches on her potion when Ron spoke again.
"That seriously couldn't have been you." He spoke out loud, to no one in particular.
That did it. "Why?" She growled, irritated. "Why is it so hard to believe?! And don't deny your weren't looking at me when I walked in."
With that she stood up, handed the vial containing the potion to Snape, and fled from the dungeon.
"Where the bloody hell did she go?" Draco asked himself, irritated.
He'd searched everywhere he possibly thought the mudblood would be. Still, she was no where to be found. Irritated, he trotted outside into the cool November air, and was shocked to see Hermione seated underneath a willow tree, reading. Well not the reading part, the fact that he was stupid enough to not think of checking outside.
He reached into a pocket deep inside his costly robes, and extracted the necklace that Hermione had dropped the previous night. He closed his palm around it, advancing towards her.
She looked up as she heard the crunching of leaves. Great. Just the person she wanted to see.
He extended his hand and opened it, dropping her necklace into her waiting hand.
She closed her fist around it. "Where'd you find this Malfoy?" She asked, irritated.
"You dropped it last night, when we…" He trailed off, and looked away, almost as if he were confused.
"Well then why didn't you give it to me right away?!" She yelled, furious for no real reason.
"That would have been hard Granger considering you ran away last night, and you ran away during class." He drawled, having composed himself, and turning back into the rude, stuck up, snotty pureblood he truly was.
"Well you could have brought it up to the dorm last night. You do live with me, you know." Hermione replied rudely.
"I didn't return to the dorm last night." He replied airily.
"Oh." She paused, and looked towards the lake, her mind elsewhere. "Well… thanks I guess." She turned towards him, surveying his face and his expression. He wasn't so bad when you really looked at him.
His hair was definitely his best feature. It was blonde, silky, smooth, and ever since 3rd year when he'd stopped using gel, Hermione had admired it. His eyes weren't too bad either. They were stormy grey with blue and green flecks in them. Now that she really looked, he wasn't too bad at all. She looked him up and down, her eyes running over his structured face, his muscled arms, his toned chest and abdominal area, which could be seen slightly underneath his thin white cotton uniform shirt. His cloak was loosely draped on his shoulder, giving him a very model- like look.
Draco eyed the girl in front of him slowly. Her wild and bushy hair had been tied to the nape of her neck in a loose knot, but it was now coming loose, and several silky curly strands framed her heart shaped face. She had a smooth, creamy complexion, the kind that every woman on the Earth dreamed of. Her honey-chocolate eyes shone angrily, and her cheeks had a lovely blush to them, as they always did when she was frustrated. Her toned and tan thighs peeked out from underneath her knee high socks, and skirt. Her rather large cleavage was noticeable on her hourglass figure, which was now standing up and facing him. He flinched slightly when he realized these thoughts about her weren't new, they'd just been in his subconscious, buried.
Hermione met his gaze as they both looked up, shaking the previous thoughts from their heads.
He looked her up and down again for a minute before once again meeting her gaze. The bell rang, signaling time for the second class of the day, which both had as free time.
They both started the school, seeing that being Head boy and girl, they were to patrol the school during free time, to make sure those who didn't have free classes weren't skipping.
The day passed by rather uneventfully, besides the whole Draco thinking of Hermione, and Hermione thinking of Draco, and not in a bad way. It wasn't really good thoughts either, most of it was just constant thoughts about the kiss.
Draco was having an argument with his conscious. She really was beautiful, and a really good kisser. Wait; he should rephrase that. Correction; she was an extremely gorgeous and a fabulous kisser. Truthfully, part of him wanted to wash out his mouth because it was coated with mudblood saliva. But another part of him wanted to stand up, stride over to her, and kiss her with everything he had.
He sat there and examined stupid Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood, who were seated at a table in the far corner of Professor McGonagall's classroom. They were by a window, and the Mudblood happened to be sitting so that the sun rays streamed through the window, hitting her, and enhancing her beautiful features. Draco shook his head, and turned towards the goblet they were supposed to be filling with water.
Hermione grabbed her books and followed Harry and Ron out of the classroom. She trailed behind them, thinking. They hadn't really apologized for earlier, but Hermione let it slide. She needed friends now more than anything.
She followed them to the Great Hall for lunch, and sat down beside Ginny, who, the moment Harry sat down, began snogging him. Hermione and Ron exchanged looks of disgust and rolled their eyes.
"So, 'Mione do you want to… uh… come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend? Then maybe have lunch with me at the Three Broomsticks?" Ron asked nervously, his face gradually getting redder by the second.
Hermione blinked. Was Ron seriously asking her out? "Uh… Sure, I guess."
Harry and Ginny looked up from their snogging session. "That's great guys." Harry stated, obviously pleased. "We were wondering when you would finally go out. Too bad it took you 6 years." With that, they began snogging again.
Hermione sighed, picking up a turkey sandwich from her plate, and wrapped it in a napkin. "Sorry, but I have some things to do. I'll see you guys later maybe. I don't have anymore classes today, but I have loads of homework. If I make it out of my room, maybe I might come watch you guys practice quidditch."
Harry waved goodbye with one hand, still snogging Ginny, and Ron nodded and blushed furiously.
"Bye." She muttered, and walked out of the Great Hall.