As soon as her body was full in view, whistles and clapping errupted in the hall. Hermione blushed deep red as she turned to look at Seamus, who was enjoying that fact that he had one of the girls on his arm.
"Oh, yeah! Now that's what I call a pageant!" Ron yelled. He was pratically standing on his chair as Harry and Draco tried to keep him down. Once he was fully in his seat, Draco turned his attention to Hermione.
She had on a baby blue one-piece suit that had a diamond cut shape in the center around her belly button. As she walked around, he could tell that she was very uncomfortable. Draco suddenly felt rage boiling its way up to the surface as Seamus turned to look directly at Draco. Seamus wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and smirked at him as they turned around. Harry noticed Draco, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Mate. He won't do anything," Harry told him. Draco didn't want to know how Harry knew about his... infatuation with Hermione, so he just nodded his head.
Draco slumped in his seat and watched at the display was coming to an end. Just as the girls got into a line, Isabella tripped over her 5" heels and fell to her knees. Everyone in the hall began to laugh as she stumbled to stand up. Her partner helped her up, but she withdrew her arm from him and stood by the other girls.
Hermione tried her best to not laugh but it came out anyway. Once everyone calmed down, the host stepped on stage.
"Well, well, well, I never thought I'd see the day when someone would really make a spectical of themselves," Everyone laughed again while Isabella glared at him.
"Now, our judges will see who will be moving on to the next round, which is the talent portion. It has been a good night for us all and I should think it is time for you all to turn in!" The host stepped off stage. Hermione ran backstage and let out her laughter along with a few other girls who have been keeping it in.
"And who do you think you're laughing at, Mudblood?!" Hermione looked up from her vanity to see Isabella standing behind her. Hermione stood up and faced her.
"Well, I thought I was laughing at you," Hermione said innocently. Isabella walked forward so their faces were merely inches apart.
"You better think before you speak, Mudblood. One day, sooner than you think, you and all your little friends with be nothing but a memory. Now that I think about it, you won't even be that. No one wants to remember a mudblood. And by the way, I really hope you'd win." Isabella smirked and walked over to her vanity. Hermione stood there staring ahead. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her things and ran out the dressing room. She met Harry, Ron, and Draco outside the Auditorium. Before anyone could speak, Hermione spoke,
"We need to talk. Now!" She began walking towards the basement. The three boys, very confused, followed without questions. Once they were in the basement, Hermione began pacing back and forth.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked. Hermione stopped and looked at him.
"It's Isabella. I was laughing at her when she fell, and she came up to me when we were in backstage and said, 'one day, sooner than you think, you and all you little friends will be nothing but a memory. But then again, no one would want to remember a mudblood'," she said. Ron shot out his seat and was walking towards the door. Draco and Harry ran after him and grabbed his arms.
"Let go of me! I'm only going to teach that cow a little lesson!" Ron struggled but couldn't break free.
"Ron, stop it! You're not going to do anything!" Ron gave her a look but calmed down. Hermione sat down in a chair and put her face in her hands.
"But that's not what's bothering me," All three looked at her. Hermione lifted her head and said, "The thing that's bothering me is what she said after. She said, 'I really hope you'd win'."
Harry, Draco, and Ron sat down again.
"Why would she say that? Wouldn't she want herself to win?" Draco said. Hermione didn't answer but continued to think. And then it came to her: The crown.
"The crown...," Hermione whispered.
"What?" Harry said. Hermione just ignored him and stood up. Just then a huge smile came on her face.
"I think she's lost it,"Draco said. Hermione turned to glare at him.
"I did not lose it!" she said hotly. She walked back and forth, deep in thought as the others watched her.
"Of course... that's why she wants me to win. But will it really matter? Of course it would. She wants me to go down," Hermione continued to talk to herself.
"Hermione what are you talking about?!" Ron yelled. Hermione's head shot up to look at him.
"Oh,sorry. I was just thinking. We know she's doing something to the crown, but we're not sure what exactly. I think that once the crown touches the winners head then... then... something will happen! I told you, I heard her talking to Voldemort about a plan that involves the the crown, right? Then that means that... that the crown will some how signal a way for Voldmort to know that the time has come for... an attack maybe? Ugh!" Hermione threw her hands in the air and threw herself on the sofa. The others didn't know what to say.
"Alright, let's get this straight: We know the crown's got something to do with it and we now know, or think, that Voldemort is going to show up at some point or another. We don't know where Isabella disappears to after each elimination. But we'll find that out tomorrow. Anything else?" Draco asked.
"That's it!" Everyone turned to look at Harry.
"I think I know what going to happen. This is just a theory but... I think that once the crown touches the winners head then that might signal for Voldemort to attack us! Just think if it: Practically all wizarding schools from across the world in one place. It's perfect for an ambush!"
After Harry's speech, Hermione stared at him.
Didn't I just say that? everyone went quiet, thinking of the possibillities. Harry and Hermione's theory was very likely to happen, but they couldn't rely solely on theories alone. They needed real proof. But this was all they had.
"I think that it might be it. We're not sure if that's it or not, but it's all we have right now until tomorrow night," Ron said. "But I'll bet anything that what Harry and Hermione said is the closest thing to what will happen, if not then exactly what will happen." Everyone lapsed into a silence. No words were needed, but they were all sure that the theory would come true.
"Well, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow, Hermione." Harry stood up and walked up the steps and out the door, followed by Ron. Hermione and Draco checked the potion to make sure it was alright for the night and headed to their own rooms. Draco had decided to walk Hermione to her room. Once they reached it, Hermione turned to Draco.
"Well, goodnight," she said.
"Yeah, goodnight, Hermione." Draco raised his hand slightly, as if to brush her cheek, but lowered it quickly.
"Yeah um, g'night Hermione." Draco turned around and walked down the hall and out of sight. Hermione stood there, confused.
She had hoped he was going to... but no. He didn't feel the same. Whatever it was he was going to do, it must have just been a friendly gesture. Hermione turned the door knob and entered her room with a heavy heart. Just as Hermione's foot stepped through the doorway, she heard a voice not far off say, "And by the way, you looked really good in that swimsuit, Hermione."
She turned her head to the end of the hall but saw no one. She smiled and walked through the door.
Maybe I shouldn't give up just yet...
A/N-sorry for the shortness of the . incase you're wondering,at the end there,when Draco called Hermione saying she looked good,He was watching her from around the corner so you wont think he was yelling in an empty hall ;) Now remember: Harry said it was just a theory he doesn't mean that its true :)
I don't know when chapter 12 will be 's taking me months to finish this story.I started writing on May 3,08 and im still not finished with it in my notebook!!
now here's a lil' poem for ya!
Voldy's eyes are red
Ron's eyes are blue
Draco's eyes are grey
And hit REAVIEW!!(
did that make sense?)