Loving The Ball
Hermione felt pretty relaxed as she woke up. That is, until a huge panic attack hit her and she remembered today was the day of the blasted dance, and the day that the whole school found out she was dating "the ferret." Only the Slytherin's and some Gryffindor's knew, and she was extremely panicked about it but she didn't know why.
And to top it all off like whipped cream from the bottle her so called best friend kept dropping hints about wanting to go with her! Honestly she loved Ron; she did, but only as a friend! Or a brother!
Classes had been cancelled, so Hermione allowed Pansy, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati and Millicent to stay in the heads dorms to get ready while Draco stayed with Blaise, Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus.
Ron had been acting really strange, since she and Draco had got together, and for some reason a small voice in the back of her mind told her he was going to try something at the dance, but Ron wouldn't, would he?
"You look marvellous, Hermione," reassured Parvati, mistaking her uneasiness for appearance-jitters. Lavender chimed in.
"Seriously, you do look very nice. Why don't you do your hair like that all the time? It looks very pretty pulled back," Lavender chattered away as she applied her fifth coat of mascara.
"So what do you think, Ginny?" Hermione turned in the mirror and doubtfully scrutinised her appearance.
"You look wonderful. I mean, wait until he sees you! He'll die!"
Hermione laughed lightly. "Oh, we wouldn't want him to die. Who would take me to the ball?"
Ginny and the girls bust out laughing; Hermione grinned and turned back to her reflection.
She was wearing a Mosaic Blue Organza - Strapless mock two piece gown, hand beaded embroidery, gathered left side, and multi tiered skirt with lace up back.
Finally all the girls traipsed down the stairs to meet their "Prince Idiots" as Lavender had playfully dubbed it. Hermione scanned the room for Draco and spotted him holding a fairly nice corset (white roses pinned to a diamond bracelet). He looked pretty good in a tux. He looked perfect "Hey," she called out, as she approached him.
He fastened the corset and gave her a quick smile. "You look great," he said and gave her a quick kiss before leading her into the Great Hall, which looked outstanding. Hermione sighed when she heard the girls gasp.
"Draco, Hermione you to really did a great job this looks...incredible!" Harry stated and pulled Ginny to the dance floor.
Harry was right too the Great Hall looked incredible, the ceiling had been enchanted so snow would fall, with the help of Penny and Prue they found a spell to make the four walls look like waterfalls. Everything was perfect. Hand in hand Draco and Hermione made their way to the heads table, as dinner started.
After dinner Hermione threw frightened glances at the students nearby, people didn't seem to notice that she and Draco were together, most likely they thought of her as a sly snake, now that she was in Slytherin but still how could they not know!
Draco seemed to be thinking the same thing, as he suddenly got up pulling Mia out to the dance floor,
"Drake what are you doing?" Hermione asked as he put his arm on her lower back,
"It's called dancing Mia,"
"Duh, not the point there is no music!"
"Oh yeah," Draco pulled out his wand giving it a slight flick, Muggle music exploded into the Hall, the perfect song for the perfect moment.
Yo I was made for you
You were made for me
Everybody used to say
We were meant to be
The Hall froze; all eyes were on them.
I don't want to ever have to let you go
and that's all you ever really need to know
Mione couldn't help but laugh at their sudden reaction. But they seemed to think it was just a dance. They were just the Head boy and the Head girl nothing unusual going on.
It's like a poison-just one cure
You're my remedy-for-sure
There's an angel-at my door
I don't wanna feel like this no more
She looked up to see what Draco thought, his eye's grey glowing in amusement and admiration? No- Lust? No- Love? Yes that was it. It was love he loved her, but did she love him? She liked him of course otherwise she would not date him but love?
I was made for you
I'm in the dark and you're my light
I'm going blind and you're my sight
I feel- Alive
You set me free I hold you tight
You're in my heart and I'm the knife
I feel - alive
You belong to me
Like I belong to you
His eyes, contained so much passion for her, it was...breathtaking that's when she knew she- loved him- more than life itself, and he saw it to,
If you're not satisfied
Tell me what I gotta do
I think it's time we set the record straight
Cause I want to know if I should be afraid
Cause you belong to me
It's like a poison-just one cure
You're my remedy-for-sure
There's an angel-at my door
He moved to kiss her when, "May I cut in?" Harry's voice distant but brought her back to the present.
Malfoy nodded and Harry took over.
Hours later Hermione still hadn't had her second dance with her boyfriend, no, she danced with, Dean, Collin, Harry, Blaise, Ron etc, and Draco had his share of girls too Ginny, Pansy, Millie, Lavender etc.
But he only had eyes for one unfortunately Ron seemed to get to her faster.
"C'mon, Mione!" Harry cupped his hand around his mouth to yell over the loud volume of the music. "This is my favourite song!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor. Again. "You say that about every song!" she yelled back, doubting he heard her. They stopped towards the centre of the floor and danced-to the best of their ability, that is.
The music was fast and pounding and Hermione's flush that she had counted on had come through, if you'd call it that. She'd been dancing up some kind of frenzy with Harry for the past two hours to every fast song that came on. However, as a slow song's beginning chords were strummed, he would awkwardly shift away, abandoning her in hopes of bettering the chance of Draco asking her to dance. He tried but Ron would always step in.
Grew up in a small town. And when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window. Dreaming of what could be. And if I'd end up happy, I would pray.
Trying hard to reach out. But when I tried to speak out. Felt like no one could hear me. Wanted to belong here. But something felt so wrong here. So I'd pray. I could break away.
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky. Make a wish, take a chance, Make a change, and break away. Out of the darkness and into the sun. But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance, Make a change, and break away.
Wanna feel the warm breeze. Sleep under a palm tree. Feel the rush of the ocean. Get onboard a fast train. Travel on a jet-plane. Far away. And break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky. Make a wish, take a chance, Make a change, and break away. Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love. I'll take a risk, take a chance, Make a change, and break away..."
"Breakaway," Kelly Clarkson ' biggest hit yet, was blaring louder than any other song of the night. The disco lights were flashing like crazy all over the place, and Hermione's head swarm in a pleasant, intoxicated sort of way.
She saw Draco across the floor, spinning around Alison McAlester (some Ravenclaw) in dizzy circles, and she frowned. His expression wasn't happy or sad or anything, but he seemed to be fighting with himself. How oddly confusing.
Hermione was so absorbed that she didn't notice that Blaise was screaming the lyrics in her ear.
" Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging with revolving doors...
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Gotta keep movin on movin on
Fly away
Break away..."
"Hermione, you all right?"
"I'm cool."
"Sure? Want to get some air?"
She nodded, and reached for his hand as he made a way through the masses of dancing, jumping, spinning, and whooping people.
Draco bit his lip, watching them go and nearly dropped Alison onto the floor. The Ravenclaw didn't seem to notice, so Draco kept dancing, kept trying to pretend he was focused on her white-blonde hair and blood red lips, kept trying to ignore the thoughts of his mind:
What the hell am I doing?
Should I tell her?
What am I supposed to do?
What is she going with Blaise for?
And, Ouch, McAlester needs to learn how to dance.
He wasn't sure that he should tell Hermione how he felt. But she feels the same way you can see it in her eyes.
Thud.
Oops. This time, Draco really had dropped her on the floor. He shrugged and bent to pick her up when he stopped. She stared up at him. Draco didn't see the girl he wanted to see; he saw an obstacle. And he casually stepped over her and towards the exit.
Outside, Hermione and Blaise settled on a white stone bench in the courtyard. Blaise shot her a nervous glance; he wasn't sure how to handle this. He was surprised as she drew her knees tightly against her chest and sighed, dress and all.
"It's so strange you know?"
Blaise said nothing. He fiddled with the cuffs of his robes.
"I'm meant to be a Gryffindor dork, Harry Potter's best friend, date Ron Weasley and hate Draco Malfoy it's who I'm meant to be but I cant."
"Can't what?"
"Can't hate him, date Ron, be a Gryffindor dork...hate Draco" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, of course, it wasn't. "In fact..." She smiled at Blaise, breaking off her sentence.
"Remember when I dated, Harry?"
He nodded, giving her a look that clearly said - And- What- The- Bloody- Hell- Were- You - Thinking.
"I liked him a lot. He was, brave, loyal, earnest, smart, funny, and a wonderful friend, Ron hated it."
"Of course," he said for lack of anything better.
She waved that comment away, continuing. "So it made sense that I cared about him so much. But I think of Draco." Hermione scowled, flicking a tendril of hair from her face. "He's an arrogant, hot-headed, conceited, unfeeling smart-aleck of a git."
Blaise couldn't help but smile. "But..." He began for her.
"But," she said promptly, "he's also really sweet," she added quickly. "And smart. And he messes up, but he makes up for it, he changed."
A moment passed, and Blaise swivelled on his arse to face Hermione. "So you fancy him?"
Hermione shook her head fiercely. "I don't."
"Oh boy."
"I'm in love with him!" And she threw her arms around Blaise's neck.
He nearly choked with surprise, whether it was Hermione's abrupt embrace or the sudden exclamation. She pulled apart, staring at him with big, excited eyes. "Isn't that amazing?"
"Quite," said a male voice that clearly did not belong to Blaise they both turned to see a calm-looking young man.
In fact, he was an annoyingly handsome boy.
With a set a jaw. "Draco," Hermione whispered.
"Blaise a moment please?" Draco said not exactly a question and strode quickly across the courtyard towards them. Blaise nodded profusely and ran off in the direction of the Hall, shooting a few glances at them over his shoulder.
And suddenly the collected man turned into an earnest young boy as he took both of Hermione's hands in his own and stared into her eyes, not daring to blink. "You mean that, Mia? You love me? Because if you're shitting me, say it now."
"I'm not."
"I know."
"Then what was that little speech for?"
Draco shrugged. "It seemed like a nice effect."
And he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until the Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw's, Slytherin's and Gryffindor's burst out, whispering and pointing excitedly and the new first years sang a few rounds of the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song and Allison and some other burst into tears.
Then, they broke apart, and the Hufflepuff's, 1st years, Alison, Kate, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Penny, Prue, Snape (and more) stared at them as if they were waiting for a bomb to go off or something.
"What?" Draco asked, smudging a lip-gloss print on his cheek with a wipe of his sleeve. No one blinked.
"Oh, as if you weren't expecting it!" Hermione and Draco said together and bust into laughter
This satisfied most of the crowds, who slowly shuffled back into the Great Hall (with the exception of the first years, whom Snape took it upon himself to escort back to their dormitories). Draco and Hermione lagged behind, lazily leaning on each other and falling even more madly, insanely, in love.