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Love Unplanned
Chapter 4
The Dress Robe Drive
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Hermione rushed around the great hall making sure that all the dress robes were in order. She set them up by era. There was a section for Medieval Times dress robes, a section for Renaissance, one for dress robes that looked like the kinds you saw kings and queens wearing in Disney movies. There were many other ones as well. The Great Hall was split into two bigger sections. The left hand side were for female wardrobe and the right hand side was for the male. That way she didn't have to look or talk to Malfoy unless it was absolutely necessary.
Hermione ran her hand over a dress robe that she couldn't seem to stop looking at. It was a light blue and strapless. It had a silver pattern around it and few delicate silver flowers embroidered as a border around the top with jewels delicately placed in between. It was beautiful and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She wanted that to be hers for the ball so badly. A White mask accompanied it. It had the same pattern as the dress but the thread was white as well so it was harder to see. The mask only covered your eyes, which was exactly what she was looking for.
"Is that the dress you're getting, Hermione?" a light voice came from behind her.
Hermione turned around and smiled as she saw her best friend, Ginny, looking from her to the dress to her again.
"It's the dress I would like to get. But I can't get it till I am done with the drive. I have to wait in line and I have business to attend to with everyone else." Hermione said.
"Here, give it to me. I'll bring it up with mine. I already have mine picked out." She said as she held up her bright pink dress that came with white gloves and obviously came from the princess section.
"Wow, Ginny. That's bright." Hermione said staring at the dress with a smile as she touched Ginny's dress to look at it more closely.
"I know but I talked to Harry and we want to dance together so I told him what my dress would look like so he could find me among all the masks." She said with a slight giggle.
Hermione smiled and winked at her. "Alright, well thank you Ginny. Here, just hold on to it for me till this whole thing is done and I can grab it from you tonight." Hermione said picking up her choice and handing it Ginny.
"I can hold onto it till the dance if you want. That way you can come to the Gryffindor Common Room and get ready with me." Ginny said with excitement in her voice.
"Alright, that sounds like a good plan! Thank you."
With that Ginny left to go wait in line with both of their dresses. Hermione watched her leave and was extremely excited about getting the perfect dress. Her heart was racing with anticipation.
Draco just stood in the same spot the entire time. He watched as one male after another looked at the dress robes and took one for themselves. It was the most bored he had ever been in ages. The dress robes basically all looked the same. Some had a bit more color than the other ones but most of them were just black. He had already picked his out. It was all black and came with a kind of half cape to make him look more mysterious. It also came with a white mask that covered half his face. The tag said that it was supposed to make him look like the Phantom of the Opera, whatever the hell that was.
He watched as Crabbe and Goyle looked at the dress robes. He shook his head at how dim witted both of them looked. They pulled out one robe after another and if they didn't like them they would just toss them out of order. Normally, Draco wouldn't give a shit, but this time it was his project that they were fucking with and that pissed him off. He was already pissed off but now they were making it worse.
He walked over to them and grabbed them both by their collars.
"Stop making a mess you assholes. You're making me look bad. Now grab a dress robe and get the hell out of my sight." He whispered angrily to them.
They both nodded at him with wide eyes and each grabbed a dress robe that was their size and ran up to the line. Once they left Draco looked at the other side of the Great Hall and saw Granger talking to Weasel's little sister. The red headed girl was holding two dresses. He saw Hermione touching the bright pink one and smiling as the Weasley girl was telling her something.
'Note to self-stay away from anyone in a bright pink dress at the ball. Just on the off chance that it's Granger.' Draco thought to himself as he looked away and began tormenting some other second year boys for taking too long to find their dress robes.
Hermione was putting all the misplaced dress robes in their correct places when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned and saw Harry and Ron looking at her. Harry had a smile on his face but Ron had a very aggravated look on his face.
"Hey Hermione! How's it going over here?" Harry asked happily.
"Good, but unless you two are planning on wearing dresses to the Ball you really shouldn't be over here. You're not supposed to know who is wearing what." Hermione replied.
"Oh we know. We'll be out of your hair soon. I was just wondering if Ginny had gotten her dress yet." Harry asked looking down at his feet.
"Yes she did." Hermione replied. "Are you alright Ron?" Hermione suddenly asked as Ron made a very disgusted noise.
"Yes. This Ball isn't going to be fun." He said looking like a child as he stared at his feet. "How am I supposed to know who I am dancing with? What if I end up with a troll?" Ron said sighing in irritation.
"Troll or not Ron, if she is nice you will be lucky to spend the evening with her." Hermione said a little annoyed at his shallow remark.
Ron groaned. "For the evening sure, her face will be covered. I am talking about, if she is a troll, how do I lose her at the end of the night?" Ron said looking at Hermione with a serious expression.
Hermione's face fell at his words and she could feel the heat rising to her face. How could Ron be so shallow as to do that to a poor girl?
"Well then maybe you should just not dance with anyone, Ron. Apparently looks are all that matter to you."
"I didn't mean…" Ron began to defend himself but Harry cut in.
"Come on, Ron. Let's get going. We really shouldn't be over here." Harry pulled Ron away from Hermione and winked at her while mouthing a silent apology for Ron's behavior.
Hermione sighed and began to place everything in order again while helping anyone who needed it. She honestly felt good about what she was doing to the school. Even though she was forced to do it with the Devil himself, Malfoy, she was starting to really enjoy the unity idea. As she continued to work she began to daydream about the Ball. It was in three days. She could see herself laughing and dancing. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the decorations she imagined coming to life before her eyes. She smiled as she continued to work not knowing that a pair of silver eyes was watching her from across the room.
Hermione got into the common room late that night. She stayed and tried to straighten up as much as possible without magic. Filch stared at her like she was crazy every time he walked by with his cat, Mrs. Norris. She had a lot on her mind and she wanted to keep herself busy. She didn't want to go back to the common room and sit because that would cause her to think, and when she thought, her mind drifted to Malfoy. One person should not have this much power over someone. The power to enter her mind whenever she was alone. To make her think about the way his hands touched her or the way his mouth found all the right placed to kiss.
Hermione shook her head as she sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She yawned and laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. She hadn't realized she was this tired until she finally sat down. She didn't have the strength to pull herself up off the couch and walk all the way up the stairs to her room. She allowed herself to drift off to sleep and dream of the one person that was haunting her thoughts daily.
Draco sat in his room and listened to the portrait hole open and close. It told him that Granger was back. What took her so long, he didn't know, but he waited till her heard her footsteps up the stairs and into her room to go out to the common room. He waited, and he waited but he heard nothing. His eyes scrunched together in confusion. He opened the door to his bedroom a bit and looked into the common room. He saw that the fireplace was lit. It illuminated the common room. The lights flickered on the walls. All the random witches and wizards in the paintings on the walls were asleep. He took a quick look around but saw no one. Granger was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she had gone up to her room quietly? He opened the door a bit more and walked out of his room slowly. He looked around again and saw no one. He walked out to the fireplace and stared into it for a moment before deciding he was being paranoid. He turned around to head back into his room when he looked at the couch. There the Head Girl lay with her eyes closed and the most peaceful look on her face. Draco stared at her for a moment before walking closer to her. The firelight danced across her face just as it had the night he first kissed her. She looked like an angel.
He kneeled next to her being very careful not to make any sound that might wake her up. There was a stray curl hanging down on her face. Draco took a hold of it and moved it away from her eyes and continued to look at her peaceful form. Of all the girls he had seen in this school not one of them looked as pure she did at this moment. She looked like nothing bothered her. Her skin looked milky and perfect against the light. Her chest rose up and down evenly as she slept and her eyes fluttered beneath her lids showing that she was dreaming.
"What is it about you?" Draco asked in a whisper as he continued to watch her sleep. She groaned as she resituated herself on the couch while she slept.
Draco sighed and grabbed a blanket from the chair in the corner and put it over her to keep her warm. An act of kindness he had never shown anyone in his life. With that he walked back to his room and went to sleep, only to dream about an angelic form with firelight dancing across her face as she slept.
Author's Note- I apologise for this chapter being a lot shorter than the others. The next one will be longer. As always please review! I love hearing from you!!!!
