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In the morning Hermione was practically glowing. She barely heard what her teachers were saying. Draco had to snap her out of her thoughts five times. If Snape caught her, it could mean detention, and no seeing her prince charming that night.
"Hermione? Are you there? Hello?" Ron was waving his hand in front of her face.
"Ron stop it. I'm right here." Hermione looked over at him.
"Oh really? Harry and I have been trying to gain your attention for almost five minutes. Whatever it was you were thinking about, it must be pretty special. You haven't raised your hand once today to answer any questions." Ron laughed.
"What were you thinking about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Him. The one I've been with these past two nights. I've had crushes before, and I've dated before, but never has anyone made me feel this way. I don't even know his name. All I know is his house." Hermione sighed dreamily.
"What house is yours in Hermione?" Ron tilted his head to the side.
"Slytherin." She answered.
"Really? Mine too, only she's in her sixth year." Ron smiled.
"What? Are you too mad? Are you crazy?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, I'm mad and crazy about him." Hermione giggled.
"Same here. Only mine's a girl." Ron added.
"Mine won't give me her age or house." Harry complained.
"It's ok Harry. You won't be disappointed." Hermione patted his shoulder.
"How do you know?" Ron asked.
"Because I know her. You two know her too." She smirked.
"Really? Who?" Ron questioned.
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him around the corner. She sighed, felling almost like she shouldn't tell him, but she knew he wouldn't tell Harry once he knew.
"Ron, you have to promise not to get mad, and you have to promise not to tell." Hermione gave him a warning look.
"I swear I won't. Tell me!" Ron pleaded.
"Ron, the girl Harry has been seeing, and appears to be in love with is Ginny." Hermione explained.
"What? Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that my best friend and my sister are in love? I watched them! He almost kissed her! That's sick! I didn't want to know that! Why did you tell me?" Ron asked.
"Because you made me tell you!"
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It didn't take as long to get ready that night. Hermione dyed her hair black with red streaks, and left it straight. Her robes were black. Ginny dyed her hair blonde with black streaks. She too had black robes.
They entered the hall and looked around. They spotted Ron and joined him. He didn't realized yet that Hermione was the girl with Ginny, but he smiled nervously at Ginny. He wasn't yet comfortable with the fact that his sister was with his best friend.
"If he hurts her I'll kill him. Harry is my best friend, but if he hurts her I will kill him. It's my job to look out for her." Ron watched as Ginny and Harry danced.
"Don't worry Ron. Ginny is a big girl. She is capable of taking care of herself." Hermione patted his shoulder and watched everyone.
She glanced over at the door to the balcony. She saw him. She gave Ron a quick hug and left to join her mystery guy.
He was waiting at the doorway for her. He held her hand and took her outside. Hermione was happy to see him again. He was too apparently because his smile was much larger then it had ever been before.
"I missed you." He informed her.
"I missed you too. You were all I could think about today." She giggled.
"It's your turn to ask one question. Would you like to ask it now or later?" He asked.
"Later. I want to dance right now." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He smiled and placed his hands on her waist. The thing different about this time was that this time they had less then an inch between them. Hermione could feel him breathing. She wanted so badly to reach up and kiss him. So she did. She grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers. Her lips met his and she smiled as she pulled away.
"Sorry. I had to do that." She said softly.
"I was waiting for that. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to. So I didn't." He laughed lightly.
"I couldn't help it. I can't wait until we take our masks off." She smirked.
"You know, we could do that right now." He whispered sweetly.
"As tempting as that is, I'm going to have to say no. That takes all the fun out of wondering. Besides, we only have two more days of torture. I think I can live." Hermione sighed.
"I'm not so sure that I can. I really want to see you, but if it will please you, I'm willing to wait until Friday." He replied.
"Don't worry. It's not that long. In about forty eight hours you will know my true identity." She realized she didn't really want him to know.
None of the guys in her own house saw her that way. There was very little chance he would want to see her any longer once he knew who she was. She on the other hand, could care less who he was. He had brought magic into her life. The kind you can't get from a wand. He had made her feel special, beautiful, and wanted. No one had made her feel that way before.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Once you know who I am, you probably won't want to see me anymore." She said almost silently.
"How do you figure?" He stopped dancing and led her to the bench to sit down.
"Because there has only been one person who has ever been in love with me before, and you could barely call what we had love. No one in my house likes me like you treat me. They treat me like one of the guys. Well it's not actually that bad, but they don't treat me like a lady. To them I'm just plain old." she paused.
"Plain old what?" He asked.
"Nothing, I was about to say my name, but I stopped myself." She laughed slightly.
"Look, you've got to stop worrying. I won't walk away from you. I could care less if you were Neville Longbottem. Wait, actually I think I would have a bit of a problem with that, but you get my point. I know you aren't Neville. Your voice is much to sexy, and you are far too gorgeous." He whispered.
"But." She started to argue.
However she didn't get very far. He gave her a quick kiss to shut her up. She stared at him. His hands cupped her face and he kissed her again.
"No more. I'm not going to leave you. I promise you." He sighed.
Find me here Speak to me I want to feel you I need to hear you
"I want to ask my one question now." She told him.
You are the light That is leading me To the place where I find peace again
"Sure. What do you want to know?" He smirked a smirk that looked very familiar
You are the strength That keeps me walking You are the hope That keeps me trusting
"What year are you in?" She asked.
You are the life to my soul You are my purpose You are everything
"I'm in my fifth year. How about you?" He questioned.
And how can I Stand here with you And not be moved by you Would you tell me How could it be Any better then this
"I'm in my fifth year too. I have an idea of who you could be. You are so similar, and yet so different from him. It's hard to tell." She looked into his eyes for any hint of who he may be.
You calm the storms You give me rest You hold me in your hands You won't let me fall
"You remind me very much of someone I know too, but you can't be her." He looked at her, as if thinking the same thing she was.
You still my heart And you take my breath away Would you take me in Would you take me deeper now
The music stopped, and everyone started to leave. They stayed together for another minute, but then with long faces departed and went their separate ways.
'Cause you're all I want You are all I need You are everything Everything
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. For those of you who asked, the last chapter was called Iris, because that's the name of the song in that chapter. I called this on everything because that is the name of the song, which is by Lifehouse.
In the morning Hermione was practically glowing. She barely heard what her teachers were saying. Draco had to snap her out of her thoughts five times. If Snape caught her, it could mean detention, and no seeing her prince charming that night.
"Hermione? Are you there? Hello?" Ron was waving his hand in front of her face.
"Ron stop it. I'm right here." Hermione looked over at him.
"Oh really? Harry and I have been trying to gain your attention for almost five minutes. Whatever it was you were thinking about, it must be pretty special. You haven't raised your hand once today to answer any questions." Ron laughed.
"What were you thinking about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Him. The one I've been with these past two nights. I've had crushes before, and I've dated before, but never has anyone made me feel this way. I don't even know his name. All I know is his house." Hermione sighed dreamily.
"What house is yours in Hermione?" Ron tilted his head to the side.
"Slytherin." She answered.
"Really? Mine too, only she's in her sixth year." Ron smiled.
"What? Are you too mad? Are you crazy?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, I'm mad and crazy about him." Hermione giggled.
"Same here. Only mine's a girl." Ron added.
"Mine won't give me her age or house." Harry complained.
"It's ok Harry. You won't be disappointed." Hermione patted his shoulder.
"How do you know?" Ron asked.
"Because I know her. You two know her too." She smirked.
"Really? Who?" Ron questioned.
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him around the corner. She sighed, felling almost like she shouldn't tell him, but she knew he wouldn't tell Harry once he knew.
"Ron, you have to promise not to get mad, and you have to promise not to tell." Hermione gave him a warning look.
"I swear I won't. Tell me!" Ron pleaded.
"Ron, the girl Harry has been seeing, and appears to be in love with is Ginny." Hermione explained.
"What? Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that my best friend and my sister are in love? I watched them! He almost kissed her! That's sick! I didn't want to know that! Why did you tell me?" Ron asked.
"Because you made me tell you!"
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It didn't take as long to get ready that night. Hermione dyed her hair black with red streaks, and left it straight. Her robes were black. Ginny dyed her hair blonde with black streaks. She too had black robes.
They entered the hall and looked around. They spotted Ron and joined him. He didn't realized yet that Hermione was the girl with Ginny, but he smiled nervously at Ginny. He wasn't yet comfortable with the fact that his sister was with his best friend.
"If he hurts her I'll kill him. Harry is my best friend, but if he hurts her I will kill him. It's my job to look out for her." Ron watched as Ginny and Harry danced.
"Don't worry Ron. Ginny is a big girl. She is capable of taking care of herself." Hermione patted his shoulder and watched everyone.
She glanced over at the door to the balcony. She saw him. She gave Ron a quick hug and left to join her mystery guy.
He was waiting at the doorway for her. He held her hand and took her outside. Hermione was happy to see him again. He was too apparently because his smile was much larger then it had ever been before.
"I missed you." He informed her.
"I missed you too. You were all I could think about today." She giggled.
"It's your turn to ask one question. Would you like to ask it now or later?" He asked.
"Later. I want to dance right now." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He smiled and placed his hands on her waist. The thing different about this time was that this time they had less then an inch between them. Hermione could feel him breathing. She wanted so badly to reach up and kiss him. So she did. She grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers. Her lips met his and she smiled as she pulled away.
"Sorry. I had to do that." She said softly.
"I was waiting for that. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to. So I didn't." He laughed lightly.
"I couldn't help it. I can't wait until we take our masks off." She smirked.
"You know, we could do that right now." He whispered sweetly.
"As tempting as that is, I'm going to have to say no. That takes all the fun out of wondering. Besides, we only have two more days of torture. I think I can live." Hermione sighed.
"I'm not so sure that I can. I really want to see you, but if it will please you, I'm willing to wait until Friday." He replied.
"Don't worry. It's not that long. In about forty eight hours you will know my true identity." She realized she didn't really want him to know.
None of the guys in her own house saw her that way. There was very little chance he would want to see her any longer once he knew who she was. She on the other hand, could care less who he was. He had brought magic into her life. The kind you can't get from a wand. He had made her feel special, beautiful, and wanted. No one had made her feel that way before.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Once you know who I am, you probably won't want to see me anymore." She said almost silently.
"How do you figure?" He stopped dancing and led her to the bench to sit down.
"Because there has only been one person who has ever been in love with me before, and you could barely call what we had love. No one in my house likes me like you treat me. They treat me like one of the guys. Well it's not actually that bad, but they don't treat me like a lady. To them I'm just plain old." she paused.
"Plain old what?" He asked.
"Nothing, I was about to say my name, but I stopped myself." She laughed slightly.
"Look, you've got to stop worrying. I won't walk away from you. I could care less if you were Neville Longbottem. Wait, actually I think I would have a bit of a problem with that, but you get my point. I know you aren't Neville. Your voice is much to sexy, and you are far too gorgeous." He whispered.
"But." She started to argue.
However she didn't get very far. He gave her a quick kiss to shut her up. She stared at him. His hands cupped her face and he kissed her again.
"No more. I'm not going to leave you. I promise you." He sighed.
Find me here Speak to me I want to feel you I need to hear you
"I want to ask my one question now." She told him.
You are the light That is leading me To the place where I find peace again
"Sure. What do you want to know?" He smirked a smirk that looked very familiar
You are the strength That keeps me walking You are the hope That keeps me trusting
"What year are you in?" She asked.
You are the life to my soul You are my purpose You are everything
"I'm in my fifth year. How about you?" He questioned.
And how can I Stand here with you And not be moved by you Would you tell me How could it be Any better then this
"I'm in my fifth year too. I have an idea of who you could be. You are so similar, and yet so different from him. It's hard to tell." She looked into his eyes for any hint of who he may be.
You calm the storms You give me rest You hold me in your hands You won't let me fall
"You remind me very much of someone I know too, but you can't be her." He looked at her, as if thinking the same thing she was.
You still my heart And you take my breath away Would you take me in Would you take me deeper now
The music stopped, and everyone started to leave. They stayed together for another minute, but then with long faces departed and went their separate ways.
'Cause you're all I want You are all I need You are everything Everything
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. For those of you who asked, the last chapter was called Iris, because that's the name of the song in that chapter. I called this on everything because that is the name of the song, which is by Lifehouse.