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The Ball In Third PersonHermione looked around the ballroom nervously. She spotted Harry and hurried toward him.
"Hello, Princess Hermione." He said with a smile.
"Don't call me that!" she said a little louder than she should have. A few faces turned.
"Sorry, want to dance?" He asked.
"Sure." She said.
They swept out onto the floor and were not aware of a pair of eyes watching them.
Draco was bored. Again. Girls trying to dance with him. Especially a girl, Pansy Parkinson (Right? Wrong?)
"Please, Prince Draco, please dance with me!" she cried.
"NO! I already danced with you once! And I'll never do it again!" He hissed at her so no one else would hear him. Then he hurried away.
He searched and soon found Hermione. She was coming towards him. Draco's jaw dropped. She was beautiful. The dress (the one from the Yule Ball) looked stunning on her. Her hair was up in a half bun and ringlets. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
"Draco?" her voice was heaven. WAIT!! When did he even start to like this…this…Princess?!
"Yes?" He asked.
"Where's Prince Ron? Harry said he wanted to dance with me." Hermione was looking around the room, searching for the red haired prince.
"While we wait for him, would you care to dance with me?" Draco was surprised at the words. He really shouldn't be attracted her, after knowing her past of being a servant. She was never beautiful before.
"Sure." She said uncertainly.
They danced three songs, stopping every time to see if Ron had appeared. But he never showed.
"Funny he isn't here." Draco said. "he said he'd be here."
Soon it was time for dinner. Hermione sat next to her father with Draco on the other side of her. Dinner was wonderful. As the meal began to end, King Thomas stood.
"I'd like to propose a toast to my daughter, Hermione. She will be leaving with me tomorrow."
Everyone stood and Hermione stayed seated, unsure what to do. She smiled timidly. Her father motioned for her to stand and she did. She turned out to the people, facing Draco. She smiled.
It all happened so fast. A servant came between her and Draco and bumped his elbow as they pulled away. To Hermione, it looked like he realized what was happening, but decided to let his drink fall anyway. And so it did and fell and landed on her dress.
Hermione stared at her dress. The one she had not wanted to wear, the one Draco had told her to. That was his plan, she realized. He wanted her to wear the dress so he could ruin it and humiliate her!
She looked up at him.
"You did that on purpose!" She hissed and then ran from the room, sobbing.
"Hermione! Wait!" he ran after her. He gained on her and grabbed her arm, twisting her around. "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"
"Yeah, right!" she said. "I can tell when things are on purpose. You were always pulling pranks on me when I was a servant. This is no different." She pulled back her hand and let it smack across his face. "And to think I was starting to fall in love with you!"
Draco stared at her and she put a hand to her mouth, paling quickly, her eyes wide. "Oh no!" She murmured and ran away.
Draco didn't try to stop her. She had started to fall in love with him? It couldn't be. He didn't believe his ears.
"Love me?" He muttered. "I was just hearing things. She said something else." He shook his head and went outside. He didn't want to face anyone else. They'd ask what had happened. He'd leave it alone until he figured it out himself.
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