This Last Dance
Chapter 05 - Bittersweet Love
No characters belong to me. Could possibly turn into H/H.. or shall this remain a D/H? Please do decide.
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Shortly after Draco left Hermione Granger's dormitory room, Harry Potter knocked on the unlocked door and came in. His hair was a rough attempt to control the way it darted, which made it look spiky. He looked at her while in her fluffy maroon bathrobe. "Hey."
"Hey Harry." Hermione felt desperately guilty after leaving Harry alone at the dance, which was one of the most important days of his life. "Look, I'm sorry I left you at the dance. I didn't feel very good, and I decided to leave." Harry shook his head.
"It's alright. Someone spiked the punch, which is probably why you weren't feeling so hot. Speaking of hot, who did you think was the hottest guy on the stage? Honestly, too Hermione. I won't hate you if you say Malfoy." 'It took guts to get into that outfit.' Harry thought silently, remembering Tom Cruise's Risky Business outfit.
"Well.. I think you were obviously the hottest." Harry arched an eyebrow, and Hermione blushed. "Alright! Alright! It was umm.. Dra- Malfoy." Harry looked at her in astonishment.
"That's it. He officially ruined my weekend!" Harry smoothed back his hair in frustration. Hermione hated seeing him like this. It wasn't Harry to be stressed over what Draco Malfoy did. Harry was the star seeker, known for his scar which was given to him by Lord Voldemort during his reign. "He was hitting on you, didn't you see that?"
Hermione blushed deeply, and mustered up enough courage to say "what makes you think that" between a stutter. "I'll see you tommorow, Harry. Take me to the dance?" Harry nodded his head, and left the room. Sighing with relief, Hermione snuggled under her maroon covers and fell into a peaceful dream.
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The Next Night....
The day had brisked through as if Roadrunner had come dashing through the Hogwart's Halls. Again Hermione dressed up into her golden 'prom' dress, and wrapped her hair into a bun. There was Harry, in his tuxedo, and Hermione felt a sense of honor taking him to his Prom. It wasn't everyday that you saw your best friend act and look like a gentleman.
It was the final day of the dance. It was their last precious days at Hogwarts, and nothing more could be done. Of course, if you happened to fail the grade you would be around for the next 7th year Prom. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall would be presenting the Prom Queen and Prom King, which everyone had been buzzing with interest. Only the Slytherins, and few others from various houses believed that a Slytherin would win the crown. The rest of the school was focused on the center of it, Harry Potter. Soon the 'boy who lived' would become the 'boy who graduated'.
Arm in arm, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter walked towards the Great Hall. The Gryffindor first years googled at them as they walked past, and a couple of the girls blew kisses at Harry. Hermione couldn't help noticing that the boys were actually looking at her... Not Harry, but her.
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As they arrived in the Great Hall, and the doors were closed, Albus Dumbledore hushed the crowd to state his infamous goodbye speech. As he cleared his throat, anyone standing in the audience could clearly tell that Albus Dumbledore was on the verge of breaking into tears. "Well, it has been a pleasure teaching all of you. We have been through the good and the bad, no matter how it turns out, you must avoid the Dark Arts. No doubt, the many Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers have taught you well, and you will be prepared to stand up to Voldemort. (Everyone fliched, except Harry and Albus.) As you go on to wherever your destiny lies, remember as long as Hogwarts remains you will have a second home. My best wishes and good luck to all of you." Applause and cheers filled the Great Hall, and the dance rolled on. A slow melodic tune played, allowing Albus Dumbledore to stand up to the microphone once again. "Now, a moment that you Gryffindors and Slytherins have been debating about for quite some time now, the Crowning. The whole school participated, as well as the staff. I'm pleased to present to you," the audience hushed. "Miss Hermione Granger for Prom Queen. Please hold the applause because this is the final, most unpredictable voting Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has ever seen. The ballots were counted and the results are in. One thousand- eight votes to one thousand-seven votes.. our Prom King is... Mr. Harry Potter!" There din in the Great Hall was nothing compared to the Slytherin's moans and boos. Hermione and Harry went up to recieve their tiara, or crown.
Just as Harry and Hermione stooped to allow Dumbledore to place the crown and tiara upon their heads, there was a blast and pieces of debris flew from the doors. Indeed, Harry's worst fear had come true. Lord Voldemort was inside Hogwarts, and armed with Death Eaters. Screams flew from each corner of the hall, and a mad rush for the exits caused the Great Hall to be emptied. There were several bodies lying around from where Voldemort used the Avada Kedavra curse on some Hufflepuffs, and various other members of houses. Harry stood petrified, with Hermione clinging to his side.
"Harry Potter, I have been waiting forever to meet you and defeat you for the last time." Voldemort hissed, his voice was raspy just as it always had been. Upon instinct, Harry drew his wand and prepared to battle. Hermione whimpering at the sight of him. "Poor Potter. I was going to just defeat you and be done with it, but it seems I have another life to take, Hermione Granger's." Harry paled, Albus Dumbledore fainted from the hideous sight of Voldemort. Skin was peeling from his face, beneath his robes you could see a bright red light, and.. Well let's not get into that... It's plain sick.
"Accio!" Voldemort pointed the wand at Hermione, and Harry reacted by grabbing her hands. Slowly her fingers slipped through his grasp, and she flew to Lord Voldemort's side. "Pity. If she wasn't one of your close friends, I would not have to kill her. As they say back in Salem, Oregon, the only way to kill a witch is by fire. Shall you see, Harry Potter, your dear Hermione Granger go into flames? Or shall the great Harry Potter beg for mercy?" Voldemort cackled, his red eyes gleaming.
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(* I was going to end it here, but I'm not that bad. *)
Harry bitterly shook his head, and agreed to defeat. It was all he could do to save Hermione Granger, after all he didn't want to see her brilliant future go up in smoke. With a flash, Draco Malfoy burst into the Great Hall, armed with his wand. Voldemort turned around enraged that a Slytherin would betray him, which allowed Hermione to flee towards the exit. "Aha. I knew it. You actually cared about the mudblood." He pointed the wand at Draco, who stood defiantly, already ready to pay the consequences with his crush on Hermione Granger. " I didn't want to do this to my heir, Draco, but I'm afraid you betrayed my trust. Avada Kedavra." Draco opened his eyes wide, and screamed which was shrill sounding. Harry shook his head, Draco Malfoy had given his own life for them....
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Author's Note: I can't write anymore. I'm sick and I've got to get to the doctors. Please review ;) The last chapter coming up next. I won't include a summary this time because I don't want to spoil it. ~Angela Graham~
