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Summary: It's almost time for the Pumpkin Bash, but as Halloween comes closer, are Hermione and Harry having second thoughts?
A/N: Some reviewer brought up a great question. Does England celebrate Halloween? I'm sure they don't celebrate it as I do over here in America but since there was a chapter in the first book titled "Halloween" and in the second book they talked about Halloween, I think it's safe to say that they do. If anybody from Great Britain that would like to inform me, that would be awesome. Anyway, a huge THANKS for the reviews. And I'm gonna try to get this chapter rolling. So, here I go.
Tricks and Treats
Chapter 3
The buzz of the Pumpkin Bash had been going around Hogwarts for weeks. People were already getting dates and buying new outfits. Hermione wanted to join in the fun, but she felt out of place doing so. First she was a bookworm, now she was resident jock, was she suddenly going to turn into a girly-girl? She didn't think so. Harry had been training the Gryffindor quidditch team like crazy, preparing for their match against Slytherin the Saturday following Halloween. Hermione personally had never had so much fun in her life. She still couldn't believe that she was a natural athlete and that she was playing such a popular sport. It was fun to her, and sometimes she begged Harry to practice more with her.
"C'mon Harry," Hermione pleaded on a Thursday night, "just an hour, I swear!"
"Hermione," Harry protested, "what about homework? We can't stay out here every night."
"Please Harry, I think I'm getting better at it."
"You're already great at it. Let's go back."
"I'll stay by myself then," Hermione replied, crossing her arms over her chest, "I mean, I don't mind being by myself, in a light rain, in the dark."
"You're trying to send me on a guilt trip aren't you?" Harry asked, a grin slowly inching on his face.
"Is it working?"
Harry sighed.
The two stayed out in the rain for two hours, racing each other around the field, tossing the quaffle back and forth, and simply just talking. At one point, Harry had noticed that Hermione's grip on the broom was off and he took hold of her hands and fixed it. Even though Hermione knew her grip was fine, she enjoyed the tingling sensation she was feeling as Harry held her hands, and she did not protest.
"You see," Harry said, placing Hermione's fingers in a certain direction, "your index finger has to be in a place where it can keep your broom steady." He moved her hands around again as Hermione waited patiently. He looked up into her deep cinnamon colored eyes and froze. He just stared at her for a few moments, his mouth partly open as if he wanted to speak. Hermione held the gaze, pondering what was going to happen next. She had decided that she had feelings for her friend the night of their tickle fight. From then on, she could hardly stand near Harry without feeling light-headed or dizzy, but good all the same.
Harry blinked and then looked away. Hermione could tell that he seemed nervous too, but she couldn't understand why. He would never like her. He was Harry Potter. A boy with so many responsibilities and pressures on his young shoulders, he would never think of her like she did of him. And lately, Hermione had been thinking of Harry often.
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"So do you have a date in mind?"
Hermione was walking through Hogsmede with her closest female companion, Ginny Weasley. The two had been shopping for three hours to find the perfect outfits for the dance. Ginny had been successful, but Hermione still had not been.
"I have no clue," Hermione lied as she entered a small store called Build the Castle of Your Dreams.
"Hermione, this isn't a clothing store," Ginny pointed out.
"Listen Gin," Hermione sighed, turning to face her friend, "the sub title of this place says 'We Make Your Dreams Come True.' And right now, my dream is to find the perfect dress. Can't we at least give it a shot?"
"Oh, I suppose," Ginny replied, "but after this, I'm so going to the Three Broomsticks to sit down."
"Okay, okay," Hermione agreed. She began to roam around the store. It was quite peculiar. Everything was so, muggle like. It didn't make since in a shop for wizards. The store was long too. She kept walking past everything, stopping once in a while to examine a book or a cute handbag. As she kept walking, Hermione suddenly felt lost. She turned around but was only surrounded by shelves of different trinkets and such things.
"Hermione!" a voice called.
Hermione sighed, seeing a red head bobbing its way towards her.
"It's been an hour Herm, let's go," Ginny pleaded.
"Yeah, okay," Hermione agreed, turning around one last time.
And then she saw it. The most gorgeous skirt and shirt she ever laid eyes on.
"Gin," Hermione stuttered, "are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"That's the one Herm."
And yet it was. The shirt was white and long sleeved. The sleeves were supposed to hang off of her shoulders, showing a little skin. The end of the skirt slanted down her legs, the top right below her knee and the bottom two inches above her ankle. It was a white skirt with pink roses all over it and the end a bit ruffled. And to top that off, on the shelf next to the perfect outfit was a pair of slinky pink heels.
Hermione entered The Three Broomsticks with a grin plastered on her face. She was going to look stunning at the dance. Ginny was chatting away about Halloween night as Hermione took ordered their butterbeers. She turned to find a seat but bumped into someone instead.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hermione exclaimed, bending down to pick up the strangers dropped items. Instead, she knocked heads with the person. "I'm usually not such a klutz," she muttered, looking into the person's eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"It's alright Hermione," Harry smiled, standing up, "it's just some Honneydukes candy, no need to make excuses."
"Right," Hermione breathed, standing up as well. "I think Ginny and I are going to find some seats. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure," Harry answered, "I'll be over in a minute."
"Okay," Hermione smiled, reluctantly breaking eye contact to find herself a seat. She began to gulp down her butterbear the moment she sat down, not noticing that Ginny was staring at her with her eyebrows raised. Finally Hermione looked up and shrugged. "What?"
"No clue who you want to take to the dance, huh?" Ginny stated.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"What's the deal with you and Harry?" Ginny squealed, a little over excited about the matter.
"Nothing's the deal," Hermione replied, taking another nervous sip of her drink.
"Oh please Herm," Ginny sighed, "did you listen to yourself over there. You were stuttering every other word and you couldn't bare to break eye contact with Harry."
"Well I was stuttering because I made a fool of myself," Hermione lied, "and I actually don't have Harry in mind for a date, thank you very much."
"Prove it," Ginny demanded.
"Prove what?" Harry had come to sit down.
"Oh, umm, prove that, that," Hermione stuttered, not sure how to lie to Harry.
"Nothing for your ears to hear Harry," Ginny said calmly, "it's just a bunch of chit chat, girl talk, that kind of stuff."
"Oh," Harry muttered, taking a swig of his butterbeer. "So um, ladies, got any plans for the Pumpkin Bash?"
"Oh, um," Hermione answered, "we just bought our outfits."
"And I'm going with Seamus," Ginny added.
"Who you going with Herm?" Harry asked.
"She's going with me," a voice said from behind.
"What?" Hermione asked, turning around. There standing in front of her was Draco Malfoy. "I beg your pardon Draco."
"You're going to the dance with me," he said plainly.
"Why?" Hermione asked, a look of total confusion on her face. (A/N: Think of the scene in "Legally Blonde" where elle tells her friends that she's going to Harvard as a law student and the blonde one asks why. It's that kind of attitude that Hermione used. Sorry, that's like one of my favorite parts of that movie and I had to use it. Okay, moving on.)
"Because I would like you to accompany me," Draco answered.
"But why?" Hermione asked again.
"Because I feel bad for the way I've treated you all these years. You deserve better. So I would like to start apologizing by asking you to the Pumpkin Bash."
"Oh," Hermione muttered, turning to face her friends. Harry stared at her, his jaw open and eyebrows raised. Ginny moved her mouth to say something but no words came out. She looked like a fish without water.
"So what do you say?" Draco asked her. "Will you go to the dance with me Hermione?"
"You said my name," Hermione whispered, suddenly taken aback.
"So, Hermione is your name, isn't it?"
"You always called me Granger or Mudblood," Hermione replied.
"Well now I'm paying you back," Draco answered her.
"Alright then," Hermione said, "it's a date."
"Good," Draco grinned, turning away to sit with his friends.
"Umm," Harry said suddenly, looking as though he was sick, "I got some other place to be. See you two at dinner."
"What was that?" Ginny finally spoke up when Harry was out of earshot.
"What was what?"
"You're going to the dance with Draco Malfoy! Do you have any idea who he is?"
"Yes Gin, I do."
"Then why?"
"I said I would prove that I didn't want to go to the Pumpkin Bash with Harry," Hermione replied, "and I just did."
*Ok, end of chapter 3. Hermione's going to the dance with Draco. You know trouble is brewing. Hope you liked this one. Please Read and Review! ~MtL
Summary: It's almost time for the Pumpkin Bash, but as Halloween comes closer, are Hermione and Harry having second thoughts?
A/N: Some reviewer brought up a great question. Does England celebrate Halloween? I'm sure they don't celebrate it as I do over here in America but since there was a chapter in the first book titled "Halloween" and in the second book they talked about Halloween, I think it's safe to say that they do. If anybody from Great Britain that would like to inform me, that would be awesome. Anyway, a huge THANKS for the reviews. And I'm gonna try to get this chapter rolling. So, here I go.
Tricks and Treats
Chapter 3
The buzz of the Pumpkin Bash had been going around Hogwarts for weeks. People were already getting dates and buying new outfits. Hermione wanted to join in the fun, but she felt out of place doing so. First she was a bookworm, now she was resident jock, was she suddenly going to turn into a girly-girl? She didn't think so. Harry had been training the Gryffindor quidditch team like crazy, preparing for their match against Slytherin the Saturday following Halloween. Hermione personally had never had so much fun in her life. She still couldn't believe that she was a natural athlete and that she was playing such a popular sport. It was fun to her, and sometimes she begged Harry to practice more with her.
"C'mon Harry," Hermione pleaded on a Thursday night, "just an hour, I swear!"
"Hermione," Harry protested, "what about homework? We can't stay out here every night."
"Please Harry, I think I'm getting better at it."
"You're already great at it. Let's go back."
"I'll stay by myself then," Hermione replied, crossing her arms over her chest, "I mean, I don't mind being by myself, in a light rain, in the dark."
"You're trying to send me on a guilt trip aren't you?" Harry asked, a grin slowly inching on his face.
"Is it working?"
Harry sighed.
The two stayed out in the rain for two hours, racing each other around the field, tossing the quaffle back and forth, and simply just talking. At one point, Harry had noticed that Hermione's grip on the broom was off and he took hold of her hands and fixed it. Even though Hermione knew her grip was fine, she enjoyed the tingling sensation she was feeling as Harry held her hands, and she did not protest.
"You see," Harry said, placing Hermione's fingers in a certain direction, "your index finger has to be in a place where it can keep your broom steady." He moved her hands around again as Hermione waited patiently. He looked up into her deep cinnamon colored eyes and froze. He just stared at her for a few moments, his mouth partly open as if he wanted to speak. Hermione held the gaze, pondering what was going to happen next. She had decided that she had feelings for her friend the night of their tickle fight. From then on, she could hardly stand near Harry without feeling light-headed or dizzy, but good all the same.
Harry blinked and then looked away. Hermione could tell that he seemed nervous too, but she couldn't understand why. He would never like her. He was Harry Potter. A boy with so many responsibilities and pressures on his young shoulders, he would never think of her like she did of him. And lately, Hermione had been thinking of Harry often.
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"So do you have a date in mind?"
Hermione was walking through Hogsmede with her closest female companion, Ginny Weasley. The two had been shopping for three hours to find the perfect outfits for the dance. Ginny had been successful, but Hermione still had not been.
"I have no clue," Hermione lied as she entered a small store called Build the Castle of Your Dreams.
"Hermione, this isn't a clothing store," Ginny pointed out.
"Listen Gin," Hermione sighed, turning to face her friend, "the sub title of this place says 'We Make Your Dreams Come True.' And right now, my dream is to find the perfect dress. Can't we at least give it a shot?"
"Oh, I suppose," Ginny replied, "but after this, I'm so going to the Three Broomsticks to sit down."
"Okay, okay," Hermione agreed. She began to roam around the store. It was quite peculiar. Everything was so, muggle like. It didn't make since in a shop for wizards. The store was long too. She kept walking past everything, stopping once in a while to examine a book or a cute handbag. As she kept walking, Hermione suddenly felt lost. She turned around but was only surrounded by shelves of different trinkets and such things.
"Hermione!" a voice called.
Hermione sighed, seeing a red head bobbing its way towards her.
"It's been an hour Herm, let's go," Ginny pleaded.
"Yeah, okay," Hermione agreed, turning around one last time.
And then she saw it. The most gorgeous skirt and shirt she ever laid eyes on.
"Gin," Hermione stuttered, "are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"That's the one Herm."
And yet it was. The shirt was white and long sleeved. The sleeves were supposed to hang off of her shoulders, showing a little skin. The end of the skirt slanted down her legs, the top right below her knee and the bottom two inches above her ankle. It was a white skirt with pink roses all over it and the end a bit ruffled. And to top that off, on the shelf next to the perfect outfit was a pair of slinky pink heels.
Hermione entered The Three Broomsticks with a grin plastered on her face. She was going to look stunning at the dance. Ginny was chatting away about Halloween night as Hermione took ordered their butterbeers. She turned to find a seat but bumped into someone instead.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hermione exclaimed, bending down to pick up the strangers dropped items. Instead, she knocked heads with the person. "I'm usually not such a klutz," she muttered, looking into the person's eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"It's alright Hermione," Harry smiled, standing up, "it's just some Honneydukes candy, no need to make excuses."
"Right," Hermione breathed, standing up as well. "I think Ginny and I are going to find some seats. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure," Harry answered, "I'll be over in a minute."
"Okay," Hermione smiled, reluctantly breaking eye contact to find herself a seat. She began to gulp down her butterbear the moment she sat down, not noticing that Ginny was staring at her with her eyebrows raised. Finally Hermione looked up and shrugged. "What?"
"No clue who you want to take to the dance, huh?" Ginny stated.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"What's the deal with you and Harry?" Ginny squealed, a little over excited about the matter.
"Nothing's the deal," Hermione replied, taking another nervous sip of her drink.
"Oh please Herm," Ginny sighed, "did you listen to yourself over there. You were stuttering every other word and you couldn't bare to break eye contact with Harry."
"Well I was stuttering because I made a fool of myself," Hermione lied, "and I actually don't have Harry in mind for a date, thank you very much."
"Prove it," Ginny demanded.
"Prove what?" Harry had come to sit down.
"Oh, umm, prove that, that," Hermione stuttered, not sure how to lie to Harry.
"Nothing for your ears to hear Harry," Ginny said calmly, "it's just a bunch of chit chat, girl talk, that kind of stuff."
"Oh," Harry muttered, taking a swig of his butterbeer. "So um, ladies, got any plans for the Pumpkin Bash?"
"Oh, um," Hermione answered, "we just bought our outfits."
"And I'm going with Seamus," Ginny added.
"Who you going with Herm?" Harry asked.
"She's going with me," a voice said from behind.
"What?" Hermione asked, turning around. There standing in front of her was Draco Malfoy. "I beg your pardon Draco."
"You're going to the dance with me," he said plainly.
"Why?" Hermione asked, a look of total confusion on her face. (A/N: Think of the scene in "Legally Blonde" where elle tells her friends that she's going to Harvard as a law student and the blonde one asks why. It's that kind of attitude that Hermione used. Sorry, that's like one of my favorite parts of that movie and I had to use it. Okay, moving on.)
"Because I would like you to accompany me," Draco answered.
"But why?" Hermione asked again.
"Because I feel bad for the way I've treated you all these years. You deserve better. So I would like to start apologizing by asking you to the Pumpkin Bash."
"Oh," Hermione muttered, turning to face her friends. Harry stared at her, his jaw open and eyebrows raised. Ginny moved her mouth to say something but no words came out. She looked like a fish without water.
"So what do you say?" Draco asked her. "Will you go to the dance with me Hermione?"
"You said my name," Hermione whispered, suddenly taken aback.
"So, Hermione is your name, isn't it?"
"You always called me Granger or Mudblood," Hermione replied.
"Well now I'm paying you back," Draco answered her.
"Alright then," Hermione said, "it's a date."
"Good," Draco grinned, turning away to sit with his friends.
"Umm," Harry said suddenly, looking as though he was sick, "I got some other place to be. See you two at dinner."
"What was that?" Ginny finally spoke up when Harry was out of earshot.
"What was what?"
"You're going to the dance with Draco Malfoy! Do you have any idea who he is?"
"Yes Gin, I do."
"Then why?"
"I said I would prove that I didn't want to go to the Pumpkin Bash with Harry," Hermione replied, "and I just did."
*Ok, end of chapter 3. Hermione's going to the dance with Draco. You know trouble is brewing. Hope you liked this one. Please Read and Review! ~MtL