A/N Thank you again to all of my reviewers. Bye the way Hermione's cousin
used the magic, not Hermione. But on to the ball.
Draco's mum has good taste. She picked out 3 dress robes for me as a Christmas present. The party was to being in an hour. I had already finished my hair and make-up. I pulled on the new green dress robe. I hope that Draco liked it on me. I touched up my hair and centered the necklace he had given me. Cynthia walks in.
"You look really nice Hermione." She says.
"Why thank you Cynthia." I turn around and smile at her. She looks at the floor.
"I was um wondering if you could help me fix my hair. I can't get it to do anything." I walk over to her.
"I would love to fix your hair. It's such a pretty shade of blonde." I pick up my Muggle curling iron and begin curling her hair. She giggles.
"How come you never tell Draco his hair is pretty." She bursts out laughing. I can't help myself and begin laughing as well.
"Because you just don't tell Draco is hair is pretty. You tell guys that their hair looks great, or that they look handsome." I finish curling her hair and pull it back with a few of my sparkly clips. I turn her around in the chair and pull out some of my lip-gloss.
"Now don't tell your mom that I put make-up on you. Eleven year olds don't need make-up." I finish with the lip-gloss and dab a bit of powder on her nose. Looking at the clock I see that we only have a few minuets until the ball begins. Someone knocks at the door. Cynthia opens it. Draco is standing there in his silver dress robes. I appear around the corner and Draco freezes. His jaw hangs open. Cynthia and I giggle. I walk up and tickle him.
"Didn't your mother teach you that it is impolite to stare."? I laugh as I kiss him on the cheek. He smiles.
"I must have missed that lesson is etiquette. God you look gorgeous." He reached down and kisses me. Hard. We start to head to the ballroom. As we approach the stairs we link arms and he escorts me down the stairs.
Thoughts and words from the people in the ballroom.
Anne Gregoria friend of Narcissa's from school.
As the two walked down the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how much Draco looked like his father. As I caught sight of the girl on his arm, I gasped. She was the exact image of Cynthia. Cissa had mentioned that the two looked alike, but not that they were practically exact copies. Hermione was beautiful, and it wouldn't surprise me if she has already broken a few hearts. She moved with the utmost grace, and she and Draco made a perfect pair. He whispered something to her as the reached the end of the stairs, and she giggled. Draco then led her to the dance floor itself and they began a waltz.
Jack Roberts Narcissia's cousin.
The two moved as if they were used to a few hundred people staring constantly at them. Draco even whispered something to the girl he was escorting. She giggled quietly. He led her out to the floor and they began a waltz. I couldn't help but wonder who his partner was. I asked the woman standing next to me.
"Why don't you know that that is Cynthia and Andrew Granger's daughter Hermione. She and Draco go to Hogwarts together. My son Seamus tells me that it is quite a scandal and that Hermione turned down quite a few other boys because she really likes Draco." The woman turned back to her companion. I couldn't help but watch the two dance. And I couldn't help but remember the stupid story my Grandmother had told Narcissia and myself when we were small children, about the girl who once was a Muggle and her love, the one who rebelled against the dark, defeating Voldermort. And I couldn't help but wonder if that prophecy was coming true.
Many more at the Ball watched Hermione and Draco, yet no one noticed the red haired boy slip quietly from the shadows as he ran upstairs. He knew exactly where to go since he had cornered that house elf.
She was gorgeous. No not just gorgeous, she was mind blowing. Her robes are my favorite shade of green, and her hair. Her hair is... No words can describe her. Except for an angel. And she is my angel. As I escorted her down the stairs, I noticed that everyone in the room had turned and was watching us. Or not us, but my 'Mione. I whispered to her
"You're making me jealous 'Mione, they can't keep their eyes off of you." She giggled. I led her to the dance floor as the magical orchestra began a waltz. She even dances like an angel. We never stopped dancing until the last song was played. We walked back up o our rooms. Hermione and I kissed good-night and we entered our separate rooms. I changed into a pair of my silk pajama pants and threw on one of my Muggle undershirts. I had no sooner gotten into bed when I heard her scream, at first I though she was having another dream, but then I realized that there was no way she had just fallen asleep. I ran down to her room. The damn door was locked. I pulled out my wand and mutter "Aloahomora" quickly. She was being held by Ron Weasley. He had his wand close to her neck. He growled
"You make one move Malfoy, and I'll Avada your poor girlfriend." He held his wand up. Hermione looked at me, her eyes filled with fear. I spoke quietly
"You're being quite rash, Ron. Now let go of her before you hurt her." It didn't work. He gripped my girlfriend tighter. He growled some more,
"What Malfoy, scared that I might actually do something bad? After all since you didn't take your oath to the Dark Lord last summer I've had to fill your shoes." Hermione gasped. I gulped.
"Weasley. You have no clue what that bastard does. That's why I refused to take an oath. And you should have too. But now, God now you are one of them." I spat at him.
"And I sure as hell will never be one. So you can kiss your chance of recruiting me good-bye." I snarled again and wrenched Hermione from his arms. I told her to get my mother and she ran off. I could see the fear in her eyes. I turned towards Ron.
"Now get the hell out of my house. Forever. And if you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again, I will truly Avada you." He snickered
"And I should be afraid because? You have nothing on me Malfoy. And I hope you and your precious love rot together." All of a sudden my mother's cousin walked in. He yelled
"Riotuis Kealsu." And Ron froze. I felt Hermione wrap her arms around my neck.
Draco's mum has good taste. She picked out 3 dress robes for me as a Christmas present. The party was to being in an hour. I had already finished my hair and make-up. I pulled on the new green dress robe. I hope that Draco liked it on me. I touched up my hair and centered the necklace he had given me. Cynthia walks in.
"You look really nice Hermione." She says.
"Why thank you Cynthia." I turn around and smile at her. She looks at the floor.
"I was um wondering if you could help me fix my hair. I can't get it to do anything." I walk over to her.
"I would love to fix your hair. It's such a pretty shade of blonde." I pick up my Muggle curling iron and begin curling her hair. She giggles.
"How come you never tell Draco his hair is pretty." She bursts out laughing. I can't help myself and begin laughing as well.
"Because you just don't tell Draco is hair is pretty. You tell guys that their hair looks great, or that they look handsome." I finish curling her hair and pull it back with a few of my sparkly clips. I turn her around in the chair and pull out some of my lip-gloss.
"Now don't tell your mom that I put make-up on you. Eleven year olds don't need make-up." I finish with the lip-gloss and dab a bit of powder on her nose. Looking at the clock I see that we only have a few minuets until the ball begins. Someone knocks at the door. Cynthia opens it. Draco is standing there in his silver dress robes. I appear around the corner and Draco freezes. His jaw hangs open. Cynthia and I giggle. I walk up and tickle him.
"Didn't your mother teach you that it is impolite to stare."? I laugh as I kiss him on the cheek. He smiles.
"I must have missed that lesson is etiquette. God you look gorgeous." He reached down and kisses me. Hard. We start to head to the ballroom. As we approach the stairs we link arms and he escorts me down the stairs.
Thoughts and words from the people in the ballroom.
Anne Gregoria friend of Narcissa's from school.
As the two walked down the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how much Draco looked like his father. As I caught sight of the girl on his arm, I gasped. She was the exact image of Cynthia. Cissa had mentioned that the two looked alike, but not that they were practically exact copies. Hermione was beautiful, and it wouldn't surprise me if she has already broken a few hearts. She moved with the utmost grace, and she and Draco made a perfect pair. He whispered something to her as the reached the end of the stairs, and she giggled. Draco then led her to the dance floor itself and they began a waltz.
Jack Roberts Narcissia's cousin.
The two moved as if they were used to a few hundred people staring constantly at them. Draco even whispered something to the girl he was escorting. She giggled quietly. He led her out to the floor and they began a waltz. I couldn't help but wonder who his partner was. I asked the woman standing next to me.
"Why don't you know that that is Cynthia and Andrew Granger's daughter Hermione. She and Draco go to Hogwarts together. My son Seamus tells me that it is quite a scandal and that Hermione turned down quite a few other boys because she really likes Draco." The woman turned back to her companion. I couldn't help but watch the two dance. And I couldn't help but remember the stupid story my Grandmother had told Narcissia and myself when we were small children, about the girl who once was a Muggle and her love, the one who rebelled against the dark, defeating Voldermort. And I couldn't help but wonder if that prophecy was coming true.
Many more at the Ball watched Hermione and Draco, yet no one noticed the red haired boy slip quietly from the shadows as he ran upstairs. He knew exactly where to go since he had cornered that house elf.
She was gorgeous. No not just gorgeous, she was mind blowing. Her robes are my favorite shade of green, and her hair. Her hair is... No words can describe her. Except for an angel. And she is my angel. As I escorted her down the stairs, I noticed that everyone in the room had turned and was watching us. Or not us, but my 'Mione. I whispered to her
"You're making me jealous 'Mione, they can't keep their eyes off of you." She giggled. I led her to the dance floor as the magical orchestra began a waltz. She even dances like an angel. We never stopped dancing until the last song was played. We walked back up o our rooms. Hermione and I kissed good-night and we entered our separate rooms. I changed into a pair of my silk pajama pants and threw on one of my Muggle undershirts. I had no sooner gotten into bed when I heard her scream, at first I though she was having another dream, but then I realized that there was no way she had just fallen asleep. I ran down to her room. The damn door was locked. I pulled out my wand and mutter "Aloahomora" quickly. She was being held by Ron Weasley. He had his wand close to her neck. He growled
"You make one move Malfoy, and I'll Avada your poor girlfriend." He held his wand up. Hermione looked at me, her eyes filled with fear. I spoke quietly
"You're being quite rash, Ron. Now let go of her before you hurt her." It didn't work. He gripped my girlfriend tighter. He growled some more,
"What Malfoy, scared that I might actually do something bad? After all since you didn't take your oath to the Dark Lord last summer I've had to fill your shoes." Hermione gasped. I gulped.
"Weasley. You have no clue what that bastard does. That's why I refused to take an oath. And you should have too. But now, God now you are one of them." I spat at him.
"And I sure as hell will never be one. So you can kiss your chance of recruiting me good-bye." I snarled again and wrenched Hermione from his arms. I told her to get my mother and she ran off. I could see the fear in her eyes. I turned towards Ron.
"Now get the hell out of my house. Forever. And if you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again, I will truly Avada you." He snickered
"And I should be afraid because? You have nothing on me Malfoy. And I hope you and your precious love rot together." All of a sudden my mother's cousin walked in. He yelled
"Riotuis Kealsu." And Ron froze. I felt Hermione wrap her arms around my neck.