Chapter 12: Don't Say She Takes it All For Granted
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And now, the ball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione and Harry were walking side-by-side through the corridors, discussing their plans for the ball, when they heard a faint whistling noise. Ron Weasely was desperately trying to get Harry's attention. He was standing in a group of people who were rampantly talking about the night's events. When he saw Hermione, he scowled, and nudge a person next to him.
It was Padma Patil.
"Hey Harry. I asked Padma to the ball. She said YES," Ron exclaimed, putting an emphasis on the word 'yes'. Hermione's face darkened with anger, while Ron smirked, thinking he had accomplished something. Hermione was not jealous because she didn't have feelings for Ron like that. In fact, she would have been happy for him, were it not for the fact that he was using an innocent girl that really liked him to make her jealous. She could not believe who he was becoming. She took one last look at Ron, disgusted, and stalked off, her robes billowing behind her.
When Harry caught up with her he was worried at how livid she looked.
"I cannot believe he's doing that the Padma! He has no right!" Hermione yelled, red in the face.
"I agree, it was very stupid, but...it's only because he doesn't know how to deal with how he feels. He'll come around," Harry explained to her. Hermione slowed her pace a bit, trying to understand how it would feel if she were in Ron's position.
"Oh Harry, I'm a bad friend aren't I?" Hermione asked, tearing up. Harry stopped dead in his tracks and took her hands in his.
"Hermione, you are NOT a bad friend. Don't you ever think that. You are an amazing friend, and an amazing human being. Ron will move on, but you can't help how you feel for certain people. I know that it's difficult, but you can't blame yourself," he said softly. Hermione looked deep into his eyes and smirked softly.
"Since when did you become the school therapist?" She laughed.
Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati all left their last class in a run, as did most of the students going to the ball. They only had four hours to get ready! They all went to the Gryffindor girl's dormitory (Hermione retrieved her dress from her room) to prepare. When they had all finished showering, pampering, powdering, make-up-ing, brushing, and dressing, the girls looked beautiful. Lavender was wearing lavender dress robes with silver trim, her blonde hair hanging loosely around her face. Parvati had on a set of deep blue dress robes. They complimented her tanned skin and dark hair. Ginny curled her hair and pinned it back with a barrett. It was now 6:45, 15 minutes before the ball was scheduled to begin.
The girls looked eachother over, but none could get over how beautiful Hermione looked. She had definitely transformed from that nerdy bookworm to a mature young woman. They were ready, so they exited the dormitory and common room, and began their descent down the stairs to the Great Hall.
When they had reached the Great Hall, they saw a long red carpet running through the open doors into the Hall. Couples were entering through the doors, music blaring from inside. Harry, Ron, and some other Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were waiting anxiously for their dates at the doors. Harry and Ron saw Hermione, and their jaws dropped, but she didn't have time to talk to them. She had to find Dumbledore.
Draco was waiting impatiently by the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around only to see Harry Potter looking into his eyes.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco spat.
"Relax Malfoy, I know about you and Hermione. She's already inside," sighed Harry. Draco gulped, but kept his pride and strode through the doors of the Great Hall. It was there, on an erected stage, that stood an angel. Hermione was the most beautiful sight Draco had ever seen. Her dress was black silk. It was a halter top, and had a dangerously low neck-line, a small and tasteful amount of cleavage showing from her small breasts; it was tight and fit around her shapely curves, and very long so that it was dragging on the floor. He could see when she turned around that her entire back was showing, because it lowered into a V right above her bottom. She must have done a disillusionment charm on her back. Her body was lightly tanned and her skin smooth and beautiful. Her brown hair was done up in a complicated series of loose twists and loose ringlets fell out every now and then. She had a big, beautiful orchid on the side of her bun. She looked...perfect.
Draco felt his insides melting. He couldn't believe how amazingly gorgeous she looked. Hermione saw him and smiled, her flawless, warm smile. She was standing in front of a piano and mircrophone. There was a band behind her, prepping for something obviously. Draco was confused. What was she doing? Just then, Dumbledore's voice rang out over the hall.
"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the Annual Christmas Ball. I hope all of you will enjoy this night, as our Head Boy and Girl and Prefects have worked extremely hard for it to be a success. Have fun, and enjoy the music!" With that, a piano started to play. People were interested, and looked at Hermione in confusion. The rest of the band was readying itself for something. Hermione was standing at the microphone, and then...
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home. Wake me up inside, wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become. Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life. Wake me up inside, wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life. Frozen inside, without your touch, without your love.
Darling, only you, are the life among the dead. All of this time, I can't believe I didn't see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life."
There was no applause. Everyone was too shocked. Hermione was worried. She got onto the piano, and began to play a song of her own. They were suprised beyond belief.
"You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don't believe,
That's all there is to see
You'll never know the real me.
She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbours adolescent fears
She dreams of all,
That she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me.
Don't say she takes it all for granted
I'm well aware of all I have,
Don't think that I am disenchanted
Please understand.
It seems as though I've always been
Somebody outside looking in
Well, here I am for all of them to bleed,
But they can't take my heart from me
And they can't bring me to my knees
They'll never know the real me."
That was when the clapping really started. People had started dancing, and some were even crying by the end of it. The lyrics and emotion were just so incredible. Hermione's voice was like a siren; it pulled you in and forced you to feel how she felt while singing it. Draco felt tears in his eyes...she was amazing. When she stood up and bowed, everyone was screaming so loud it was deafening. She was crying. She had felt so much about her abuse that she was crying. A person from the band took her place at the microphone as she walked off the stage and started to play regular music, and Draco came to his senses and followed her. She was exiting the Great Hall. When he caught up with her she had gone outside, where it was freezing cold. She followed the stone path towards a patio where no one had yet noticed. Hermione stumbled a bit before falling onto her knees. Draco saw, plus he could hear her sniffles from where he was. He ran to her, and kneeled in front of her.
"Hermione, love," he whispered, lifting her chin upwards. She still looked so magnificently beautiful, even when she cried.
"It hurts, Draco. It hurts to think about it...but it hurts when I try to keep it away. I just hate feeling so torn between everything," Hermione sobbed, her body shaking.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. I just want you to know...I love you," he said. Hermione lifted her face towards him, and her watery eyes searched his for a moment. Then, she threw her arms around his neck, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling safe in his embrace. Draco hugged her in return, his hands resting on her bare back. She was still crying. After a moment, she pulled away, although her arms were still around his neck. She laid a sweet, tender kiss on his lips, and smiled genuinely. He took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders lovingly.
Muffled music from inside could be heard; it was a slow song. (For you who care...let's just say that it's Avril Lavigne "I'm With You") Draco placed his arms around her waist and began to move her to the music. She laughed quietly, a sweet, happy laugh. She felt to safe with him, his hands on her body. She truly never thought she would feel that way about anyone, especially Draco Malfoy. It was then that Hermione felt cold drops on her body. She looked around her, seeing small white things falling from the sky. She looked up at the moon and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling she had in her heart, and swirling all around her was the first, pure, white snow of the season.
The ball isn't over yet, just this chapter! Stay tuned because the next one is coming very soon!!
THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT EVERYONE! KEEP REVIEWING! I'm aiming for 170 for this chapter. Review please!!!
sundaym0rning
Miroku's Child-Bearer: I'll check them out!!
Sarah142: I actually got that Banshee stuff from a book called "Guide to the Fairy Ring" by Anna Franklin. It's true!
Brittny: Thanks so much!
Evilevergreen: ...yay!
ginnystwin: I'm sorry I didn't review the new chapter sooner! I loved the new chapter though! And thanks!
SwTnDrEaMyPnAy03: Thanks so much!
heavenlybabe143: That is seriously one of the nicest things someone has ever said to me...wow.
stef aka: freddy krueger fan: Thanks for your review!
JesterFeign: You're such an awesome reviewer so this chapter is for you!
Phoenixfire180: Thanks, but no, I didn't write that poem. It's a song by Mariah Carey called "Looking In".
And now, the ball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione and Harry were walking side-by-side through the corridors, discussing their plans for the ball, when they heard a faint whistling noise. Ron Weasely was desperately trying to get Harry's attention. He was standing in a group of people who were rampantly talking about the night's events. When he saw Hermione, he scowled, and nudge a person next to him.
It was Padma Patil.
"Hey Harry. I asked Padma to the ball. She said YES," Ron exclaimed, putting an emphasis on the word 'yes'. Hermione's face darkened with anger, while Ron smirked, thinking he had accomplished something. Hermione was not jealous because she didn't have feelings for Ron like that. In fact, she would have been happy for him, were it not for the fact that he was using an innocent girl that really liked him to make her jealous. She could not believe who he was becoming. She took one last look at Ron, disgusted, and stalked off, her robes billowing behind her.
When Harry caught up with her he was worried at how livid she looked.
"I cannot believe he's doing that the Padma! He has no right!" Hermione yelled, red in the face.
"I agree, it was very stupid, but...it's only because he doesn't know how to deal with how he feels. He'll come around," Harry explained to her. Hermione slowed her pace a bit, trying to understand how it would feel if she were in Ron's position.
"Oh Harry, I'm a bad friend aren't I?" Hermione asked, tearing up. Harry stopped dead in his tracks and took her hands in his.
"Hermione, you are NOT a bad friend. Don't you ever think that. You are an amazing friend, and an amazing human being. Ron will move on, but you can't help how you feel for certain people. I know that it's difficult, but you can't blame yourself," he said softly. Hermione looked deep into his eyes and smirked softly.
"Since when did you become the school therapist?" She laughed.
Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati all left their last class in a run, as did most of the students going to the ball. They only had four hours to get ready! They all went to the Gryffindor girl's dormitory (Hermione retrieved her dress from her room) to prepare. When they had all finished showering, pampering, powdering, make-up-ing, brushing, and dressing, the girls looked beautiful. Lavender was wearing lavender dress robes with silver trim, her blonde hair hanging loosely around her face. Parvati had on a set of deep blue dress robes. They complimented her tanned skin and dark hair. Ginny curled her hair and pinned it back with a barrett. It was now 6:45, 15 minutes before the ball was scheduled to begin.
The girls looked eachother over, but none could get over how beautiful Hermione looked. She had definitely transformed from that nerdy bookworm to a mature young woman. They were ready, so they exited the dormitory and common room, and began their descent down the stairs to the Great Hall.
When they had reached the Great Hall, they saw a long red carpet running through the open doors into the Hall. Couples were entering through the doors, music blaring from inside. Harry, Ron, and some other Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were waiting anxiously for their dates at the doors. Harry and Ron saw Hermione, and their jaws dropped, but she didn't have time to talk to them. She had to find Dumbledore.
Draco was waiting impatiently by the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around only to see Harry Potter looking into his eyes.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco spat.
"Relax Malfoy, I know about you and Hermione. She's already inside," sighed Harry. Draco gulped, but kept his pride and strode through the doors of the Great Hall. It was there, on an erected stage, that stood an angel. Hermione was the most beautiful sight Draco had ever seen. Her dress was black silk. It was a halter top, and had a dangerously low neck-line, a small and tasteful amount of cleavage showing from her small breasts; it was tight and fit around her shapely curves, and very long so that it was dragging on the floor. He could see when she turned around that her entire back was showing, because it lowered into a V right above her bottom. She must have done a disillusionment charm on her back. Her body was lightly tanned and her skin smooth and beautiful. Her brown hair was done up in a complicated series of loose twists and loose ringlets fell out every now and then. She had a big, beautiful orchid on the side of her bun. She looked...perfect.
Draco felt his insides melting. He couldn't believe how amazingly gorgeous she looked. Hermione saw him and smiled, her flawless, warm smile. She was standing in front of a piano and mircrophone. There was a band behind her, prepping for something obviously. Draco was confused. What was she doing? Just then, Dumbledore's voice rang out over the hall.
"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the Annual Christmas Ball. I hope all of you will enjoy this night, as our Head Boy and Girl and Prefects have worked extremely hard for it to be a success. Have fun, and enjoy the music!" With that, a piano started to play. People were interested, and looked at Hermione in confusion. The rest of the band was readying itself for something. Hermione was standing at the microphone, and then...
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home. Wake me up inside, wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become. Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life. Wake me up inside, wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life. Frozen inside, without your touch, without your love.
Darling, only you, are the life among the dead. All of this time, I can't believe I didn't see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life."
There was no applause. Everyone was too shocked. Hermione was worried. She got onto the piano, and began to play a song of her own. They were suprised beyond belief.
"You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don't believe,
That's all there is to see
You'll never know the real me.
She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbours adolescent fears
She dreams of all,
That she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me.
Don't say she takes it all for granted
I'm well aware of all I have,
Don't think that I am disenchanted
Please understand.
It seems as though I've always been
Somebody outside looking in
Well, here I am for all of them to bleed,
But they can't take my heart from me
And they can't bring me to my knees
They'll never know the real me."
That was when the clapping really started. People had started dancing, and some were even crying by the end of it. The lyrics and emotion were just so incredible. Hermione's voice was like a siren; it pulled you in and forced you to feel how she felt while singing it. Draco felt tears in his eyes...she was amazing. When she stood up and bowed, everyone was screaming so loud it was deafening. She was crying. She had felt so much about her abuse that she was crying. A person from the band took her place at the microphone as she walked off the stage and started to play regular music, and Draco came to his senses and followed her. She was exiting the Great Hall. When he caught up with her she had gone outside, where it was freezing cold. She followed the stone path towards a patio where no one had yet noticed. Hermione stumbled a bit before falling onto her knees. Draco saw, plus he could hear her sniffles from where he was. He ran to her, and kneeled in front of her.
"Hermione, love," he whispered, lifting her chin upwards. She still looked so magnificently beautiful, even when she cried.
"It hurts, Draco. It hurts to think about it...but it hurts when I try to keep it away. I just hate feeling so torn between everything," Hermione sobbed, her body shaking.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. I just want you to know...I love you," he said. Hermione lifted her face towards him, and her watery eyes searched his for a moment. Then, she threw her arms around his neck, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling safe in his embrace. Draco hugged her in return, his hands resting on her bare back. She was still crying. After a moment, she pulled away, although her arms were still around his neck. She laid a sweet, tender kiss on his lips, and smiled genuinely. He took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders lovingly.
Muffled music from inside could be heard; it was a slow song. (For you who care...let's just say that it's Avril Lavigne "I'm With You") Draco placed his arms around her waist and began to move her to the music. She laughed quietly, a sweet, happy laugh. She felt to safe with him, his hands on her body. She truly never thought she would feel that way about anyone, especially Draco Malfoy. It was then that Hermione felt cold drops on her body. She looked around her, seeing small white things falling from the sky. She looked up at the moon and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling she had in her heart, and swirling all around her was the first, pure, white snow of the season.
The ball isn't over yet, just this chapter! Stay tuned because the next one is coming very soon!!
THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT EVERYONE! KEEP REVIEWING! I'm aiming for 170 for this chapter. Review please!!!
sundaym0rning