Amour byFLH
Chapter9
The puddings had good taste. Every single one had a lot of fruits and flowers smell inside it. Every bite was a joyful experience. Hermione took them for her breakfast. The students hadn't been here, so she would have plenty of time to enjoy this morning.
Last week was difficult. The speculations were popular among students, saying her had something "unlucky", and some of them would run at sight of her. She was puzzled, only because she had experience something unnormal she had to punished in this way? What were they thinking? Were they in their right mind? She did nothing wrong, and she was the one who deserved a welcome, something she didn't have.
On the contrary, professors often looked her in pity, watery, eyes. The way they looked at her made her think that she was some kind of animal like puppy looking at its master with its puppy eyes.
There was still something made her excited. The dancing party was about to be held. She had attended one last year, she adored it. The make-ups and high-heels made her a princess, other time she looked like a Cinderella. She didn't keen of these, but these could help her. Every girl had an attempt to be more beautiful.
That night would be the high time. She had been waiting for it since she got the news. She saw the notification on Tuesday on the way to the hall. To her relief, the ball didn't have the "discipline" that everybody must have somebody to go together, going along would accepted. She didn't invite anyone, and some boys' were declined.
It's true that she had a good time with Victor Krum last time. The infamous Quddich player was a gay company. Loads of boys want to go with her, seeing her beauty last time. However, she wanted everything to keep to himself. Undeniably, she found the idea of going with that man especially interesting, despite how impossible that could be.
It finally came the night she had been prepared for a long time. She was wearing a skirt and sleeveless upper outer garment. She used a lipstick which was bloody red. With heavy make-up, clothes in-fashion , she would be dazzling and dashing tonight. She would be a teenager she always wanted but failed to be. Many might consider her to be the one only into books and neglect all other things which was terribly wrong. She didn't want to do something against her parents, like doing snogging with other students, but it was her youth, she could made it to be the way she liked.
The hall was decorated in a Gothic style, with marble floor, painted windows. Dumbledore wore his usual unusual clothes and toasted with Mrs. Pomfrey, the mediwitch first caught drinking wine in the hall. She was turned around and around the night, making her a bit dizzy and nauseated. The partner was a shy boy, simply dancing even made him blushed. The gentle breeze was comfortable and cool, she excused herself and to go back to the dormitory and put on her coat. She didn't want to dance anymore. It was enough for her. It was like you had expected a feast a long time, when it ultimately began, you discovered that you figured out that it got nothing on your imagination. To your disappointment, you sat down and pretended enjoying it. But there would be moment when you finally couldn't bear it, and you would leave. That was something people always called naïve.
Hermione was waiting for someone who hadn't make his appearance and who never promised that he would.
Hermione headed back to the Gryffindor Tower. She needed a sleep.
The dream was puzzling. She got up a little bit earlier than others. The sun had risen, it was bright in the room. She found a notebook in her bag, and turned to a new page. She drew a man, a man appeared in her dream.
He had a black cloak, and black hair and eyes, everything black. The brunette was sitting on the tower, beside a girl with bright smile. The girl had no appearance, only a figure with a goofy grin. They were having a conversation, he rested his chin one her shoulder, dazing off. She patted his long, raven hair. She didn't write any sentences like any other picture she drew, any could destroy the dream.
She then painted another one on the next page. The new one more clearly. The picture showed a man with her girlfriend walking on the avenue. She was pointing something, he was about to nod. His lips curved with adoration. His smile was precious which made she laugh.
She knew a spell that could made them move. She waved her wand. Someone was calling her.
"I'm coming."