Final A/N: Thanks for everyone who stuck to my story even if I took long in the previous chapter…but anyways, I decided to separate the last chapter into two parts, cause it's really long!!! Enjoy!!
Lovers' Dance
The Gryffindor dorms were very
noisy hours before the banquet. Everyone was so excited and they couldn't talk
about anything else. Meanwhile in the 6th year boys' dorm…
"Formal wear…these are like Muggle clothes." Neville complained.
"It IS Muggle clothes, only it's bewitched and more improved. My dad buys some clothes in Diagon Alley." Said Seamus, whose father was a Muggle.
"Thank God Dumbledore didn't require dress robes, I never would want to wear the ones mum gave me." Ron said as he fixed his navy blue tie. "And finally mum approved of me having a haircut." Ron had cut his hair a lot shorter, which Hermione hadn't seen yet.
"Any of you nervous?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah." Harry and Dean said at the same time.
"Some dates you have there you two." Neville said looking for his shoes. "Where did I put it?"
"Hey Ron, how'd you do your tie?" Harry asked fidgeting his tie around his neck.
"Gotta look that good for Kyra huh?" Ron said as he fixed Harry's tie.
"Well, you don't got a problem. You got a haircut." Harry tried to keep his messy black hair neat.
"Yours is fine. There you go." Ron said finishing Harry's tie. Ron and Harry both sprayed their colognes.
"What time is it?" Dean asked as he was fully dressed and fixing his hair.
"Um, 6:45." Seamus replied cleaning his watch.
"Grrr shit!" Dean cursed rushing.
"Whoa there." Ron said looking at the mirror.
"I'm supposed to meet Cho in the entrance hall 5 minutes ago!!!" Dean rushed out the door.
"He's a dead man." Ron said.
In the girls' dorm…
"I have no fuckin idea how to fix my hair!!!" Marty cursed as she looked in the mirror.
"Calm down now…" Lavender said as she put the last pin in her hair. "Let me." Lavender was wearing a pink gown that shocked your eyes when you looked at the designs. "My mother taught me this. Grevicia!" Soon Marty's hair was fixed elegantly. Half her hair was up in a tight bun while the rest ran down her back and had curls up to her cheeks.
"Wow. Thanks." Marty gasped. Lavender smiled. "Hmmm, where's my make-up…" Suddenly Hermione came rushing in.
"I completely lost track of time!!" She said throwing her books on her bed and taking her gown out of her closet.
"Spent too much time in the library, I told you you'd get caught up in a book." Kyra said as she put on her gown and fixed her hair.
"Hmm, I have to meet Ralph in the entrance hall in five minutes." Parvati looked at the clock on her bedside table. Ralph was one of the boys of the guest schools. Parvati was fully dressed and ready to go with her purple gown with sparkling material all over. She sprayed Reina's Reliable Hair Spray all over her hair. "Come on Lavender!"
"Hold on just putting this on…" She had put on her sandals, which were about 5 inches high, since Seamus had grown a lot over the summer. "Alright let's go, see you three at the banquet!" Parvati and Lavender rushed outside the dormitory.
"Relax Kyra. Breathe." Marty assured Kyra as she was putting on Marilyn's Shiny Gloss over her lips and began to put on her contacts. "Ughh."
"I'm trying to. I mean, it's Harry." Kyra said as she put on her earrings.
"Don't worry it's just Harry! At least you had a head start!" Hermione said as she finished putting on her gown. "Frajenera!" She cried as her hair was fixed into a neat bun.
"Ah, I'm just about done." Marty said as she put on her black open-toe sandals. "Okay Hermione. Ready when you are."
Kyra had just finished putting on some lotion. "Relax…"
"Alright! Let's go!" Hermione said after she finished rushing with her makeup. "Wait, do I look okay?"
"We all do." Kyra smiled. They all headed down the spiral staircase. There they met Harry and Ron.
"Hermione?" Ron stared at her.
"Yes Ron?" Hermione wondered.
"You, you look beautiful…" Ron's jaws dropped as she looked at her. Hermione smiled. "Shall we?" He stuck out his arm. She didn't reply as she crossed his arms with hers.
"Hello Harry." Kyra said shyly.
"Hi." Harry paused staring at her. "Um, you look really nice. Um, here you go. I bought it for you." He handed her a red rose.
"Thank you. You're so sweet." Kyra smiled as Harry held her hand.
"Alright already. Can we get going?" Marty asked impatiently. They all went down to the entrance hall, meeting loads of people.
"Marty?" a familiar voice called. It was Cho. She was hand in hand with Dean, who was chattering with their friends. She wore a long dark blue gown that tied up around her neck, and had intricate glittering designs on it.
"Cho!" Marty waved.
"Hey looking good!!" Cho said approaching her.
"You know, you look like a taller version of Cho, well except a lighter hair color and gray eyes of course…" Kyra said, who was called to attention by Hermione.
"Where's your date Marty?" Ron wondered.
"I don't know." She said looking around.
"You're looking very beautiful tonight." A voice said behind her. It was Thomas. Marty was so shocked to see him in formal wear. He wore a very slick tux and a silk black tie. Marty couldn't help notice that the cologne he was using was very fragrant.
"Not too shabby." Marty smirked. She took his arm as he smiled at her. "Well, are we going in now?" Marty asked the rest.
"Just about…" Hermione said as she was finished talking to Seamus and Lavender. "Alright."
All of them walked through the large Great Hall doors in pairs. It was cleared of House Tables, instead were replaced by numerous round tables, making the Great Hall look even bigger. Up front was of course the faculty table, and in front was huge gap for the spacious dance floor.
"Professor Flitwick has done a very good job." Kyra commented.
"Over there! There's a vacant table that could fit all of us!" Ron pointed to table up front near the dance floor. They all took their seats, and Cho said goodbye, sitting with the rest of her friends and Dean's friends.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Harry wondered as he looked at the empty chair in the faculty table. Suddenly, a man with long silver hair and a long silver beard arrived wearing a smooth velvet robe with gold crescent moons printed on it, and a matching hat with gold stars.
"The man has style I tell ya." Ron said looking at his robe.
"Good Evening Minerva." Dumbledore greeted the staff. Professor McGonagall was wearing a purple robe and instead of her daily black hat, she wore a purple one to match her robe, with her hair slightly down a bit with a some curls. Professor McGonagall tapped her goblet with her fork to get everyone's attention. "Welcome! Welcome everyone! Our guests from Rome International School of Magic and Greenwood Academy of the Magic Arts, welcome!!! I see that all of you are very properly dressed for the occasion. Now, Hogwarts students, give a warm welcome to the advisers of our guest schools, Madame Winifred Marshall of Rome International, and Professor Damien York of Greenwood!!"
The schools applauded to a woman wearing a magenta dress and a tall skinny man wearing a mahogany suit. "They look very professional." Hermione commented.
"Except for that man's suit." Ron chuckled. Hermione nudged him. "Sorry."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let us eat!" Dumbledore clapped his hands as food appeared on the numerous round tables.
"Finally, I'm starving." Harry stuck a fork in his chicken and began eating.
"I can't wait till quidditch season starts, there are so many open spots this year." Ron said. Fred, George, Katie, and Alicia left the year before, so there were many spots open. Their replacement for Wood last year was a devastation, so he was kicked out. Marty was a reserve chaser, whenever the chasers were tired.
"What position are you trying out for?" Marty asked.
"Chaser, but if no one will take the beaters spot," Ron stuffed in some mashed potatoes. "I'll fake it." He drank some pumpkin juice. "I've been practicing in the orchard, being a beater is actually fun."
After Dumbledore saw that most of the students were finished eating, Professor McGonagall tapped her goblet. "Enjoy the food?" He asked. Everyone started bickering. "Well, now, Prefects and their dates, and guest students AND their dates, please approach the dance floor."
The Great Hall was now full of noise. Marty's table, all went up to the dance floor, since most of them were prefects like Harry, Hermione and Marty.
"What are we going to do?" Ron wondered.
"First dance maybe?" Kyra shrugged.
"It is a dance floor…" said Thomas.
"Are all prefects and guest students with their dates on the dance floor?" Dumbledore looked at the students on the dance floor. Amazingly, they all had enough space in the large floor. Marty met Cho on the dance floor, and caught a glimpse of Draco, who was too a Prefect.
"For the First Dance of the night, you will perform the tradition of switching partners until you reach your original partner, and dance freely afterwards…" Professor McGonagall smiled at the students.
"Oh no…" Hermione said. If it meant all partners, then it meant the Slytherins as well. Suddenly the music began to play. Everyone danced with their partners, talking about whom they don't want to dance with.
Thomas held Marty by the waist as his other hand held her other hand. "You know, I wish you were my girlfriend."
Marty was shocked. "Wh, why?"
"Well, for one, you're so different from other girls, you've got class." He smiled.
"Ah, you're in to classy girls…" She said looking up at the ceiling.
"Well, just you." He chuckled. "Second, you're intelligent, funny, and smart."
"Go on." She said as she spun around.
"And third," He swayed her gracefully. "You're a very good kisser." He grinned.
"Oh wow, you've thought of this have you?" Suddenly the next tune began and he turned her to the next partner.
It was a bit fun talking to different boys. Hermione however, came across Draco, who with disgust hardly even touched her. Cho got a chance to dance with Thomas, who surprisingly still treated her the same way. Kyra in the other hand, was trying to hold her breath as Dean's cologne was really strong that she almost collapsed. The dance went very smoothly, till Marty noticed, that her next partner would be…Draco.
She spun around as Draco caught her, holding her gently as they danced. Marty avoided his eyes, the fact that he looked so charming in formal wear, she tried not to look, but the scent just made her want to lean on him. "You're…you look very beautiful…" Draco said nervously.
Marty heard this, and slowly looked into his eyes. Their eyes stared for a while, till Marty found the words to say. "You're not so bad yourself…" she said defiantly.
"Um, well, before you go on to the next partner…" Draco said slowly. Marty was very curious on what he was going to say. "I…I know now, and I thought I should get this out of my chest…
"Well?" Marty said impatiently.
"I'm in love with you…" Draco said nervously, but took a breath and continued, leaving Marty speechless. "I try to forget everything about you, how we used to work together, how you just switched places with the one I had a crush on, just to get to me…I tried to forget it all. But the memory of you, still haunts me whenever I try to forget…" Draco pulled her closer as he smelled the fragrant scent near her neck as he whispered in her ear, "I love you."
Marty pulled back looking at him like he was a criminal. Finally, she got the words out of her…
"No…you, you can't." She said as she began to shake. "You think I'm just going to give in like that? You think you're that persuasive? I'm not just going to forgive you that easily…"
The tune changed again as Draco turned her to the next partner. Marty could see at the edge of her eye, he was very silent and looked very gloomy. Marty just wanted to forget everything Draco had said. Before she knew it, she was back with Thomas again.
"Hello again." Thomas smiled.
"Hello." Marty smiled weakly. Now that the traditional music changed to a bit modern slow dance, some partners went and some others came. Then Marty wrapped her arms around Thomas' neck, as he did around her waist.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." Marty leaned on his chest, eyes wide open and thinking.
Meanwhile, Crabbe and Goyle were looking every suspicious by the drink cauldron. As they acted casual getting drinks, instead they had poured something in it, and went away, holding their laughs.
Soon, Marty and Thomas went back to their tables. "You want a drink?"
"Sure." Marty smiled as she sighed when he went off.
"Marty!" Kyra whispered. "Hey I saw Malfoy talking to you, what did he say?" Marty told her every detail as Kyra gasped as few times. "So, what about you?"
"What do you mean 'what about you'?" Marty wondered.
"Well, do you still…you know…" Kyra raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know. I still can't forget the words he said." Marty shrugged. Thomas returned with drinks in his hands. "Oh thank you. Ooo, blueberry…" She drank as she suddenly felt a weird bubble in her stomach.
"How are the drinks?" Ron wondered as he drank his, suddenly he spit it on the side. "Grosse." Suddenly everyone was spitting out the liquid out of his or her mouths. Dumbledore immediately vanished it with a snap.
"Don't drink it, it tastes weird…" Marty said as she rubbed her stomach. The night seemed very exciting. It was hilarious when a foreign boy had asked Hermione to dance and told her she very pretty when Ron had stood up and pushed him off.
"Go away you stupid git before I¾" Ron massaged his knuckles.
"RON!!" Hermione scolded.
"Sorry…" Ron sat down. Kyra suddenly felt very alive after getting used to talking to Harry that she and Harry had been on the dance floor the longest.
"Phew, that was great!" Kyra said with a big smile brushing the loose strands from her face.
"Yeah that was!" Harry said as he mouthed to Ron, "Bloody hell I'm tired…"
"Hey Tommy!" Cho called. "Wanna dance?"
"Er." Thomas said.
"Go ahead. Go on." Marty smiled.
"Thanks." Thomas smiled as he went over to Cho to join her in a slow dance.
"This is the last song of the night everyone!" Dumbledore said as he too went to the dance floor with Professor McGonagall. Suddenly, Marty had heard a voice behind her.
"Miss Hanberg, may I have the last dance?" The voice asked.
"Professor Lupin?" she turned around. It was him, but now, he was wearing brand new robes with no patches nor holes. "Wow, looking stunning with new robes eh?"
"That wasn't funny." He smirked. "Anyways, can I have the last dance?"
Marty's memories suddenly came rushing. In her third year, she had two detentions with Professor Lupin, for being late to Potions class. And when she became a Prefect, nights when she would have to patrol, she ended up patrolling the corridor in which Professor Lupin's office was. Every other night, he would give her some hot cocoa just to keep her awake. "Sure Professor." She smiled.
Professor Lupin held out his hand and took hers as they went over to the dance floor. "One more year till you get out of Hogwarts…" He sighed as they began to dance.
"Are you that in a hurry to get rid of me?" she asked.
"Well of course! You almost finished my cocoa!" He accused.
"You offered me remember?" she raised an eyebrow.
He laughed. "You know I'm joking." He turned her around. "Who else is going to help me with the Grindylows and Red Caps?"
She smiled. "Well, maybe you can ask…Colin Creevey?"
"Are you kidding?!" He said. "That boy can't hold anything carefully except his camera! Look at him!"
Marty saw Colin, with his date Ginny, and Professor Lupin was right, he held his camera like a baby. "Ah, you're right."
"So what are you looking to be?" He asked. "Auror? Quidditch Player? A teacher…perhaps?"
"I don't know yet. I've been looking to be an Animagi before I do anything." Marty replied.
"Hmmm, what animal?" he wondered.
"Um," she whispered. "A dragon."
"Wow." His eyes widened. "But I think you can do it. Transfiguration your best subject?"
"Yeah, and Defense Against the Dark Arts…" she winked.
"Well, can't fight that." He smiled. Suddenly, Marty just felt a weird feeling in her stomach and her vision was going blurry, even with her contacts.
"Um, Professor, I'm sorry but, I think I need to go to the bathroom. I'm not feeling too well." She said letting go of him.
"Oh of course. You alright?" He asked.
"Yes I'm fine. I'm terribly sorry Professor." Marty felt dizzy.
"Go on now never mind me." Professor Lupin nodded.
Marty rushed out of the dance floor.
"Marty what's wrong?" Kyra asked as she stopped her.
"I need to go to the bathroom. All of you can go on without me. I'll be there don't worry." Marty ran out of the Great Hall and went to the new girls' bathroom. She looked in the mirror and didn't notice any change, except her vision was going blurry. She washed her eyes and suddenly, it came clear. "Phew."
Outside in the corridor, was Seamus and Lavender, walking hand in hand. Marty left the girls bathroom. "Marty?" Lavender said, "Are you alright?"
"Parvati?" Marty said. "You and…Neville?" Apparently, it was like she had gone blind.
"What? What's wrong with you?" Seamus wondered.
"Shut up Neville and try to remember at least the password." Marty said as she walked away, bumping into walls and finally, sat down alone in the courtyard.
"Marty?" a voice called.