A/N: Yay! I made it into the double digits! And I'm happy to report that
this story doesn't end on this chapter, as I'm assuming most of you feared
it would. So now that we all have something to be joyous about, let's read
chapter ten! (and leave lots of reviews! Wink, wink)
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Standing outside the Great Hall, Draco took a deep breath. He could hear muffled music from behind the tall doors separating him from Fire. His hand was placed in the door, contemplating when to open it.
The music grew ten times louder as the door swung open. A few people's heads turned but no one knew who was who because of the masks, so their attention quickly turned back to what they were doing.
He stood in the entryway for a few moments, taking in the scene. People were talking and laughing, dancing with their dates in the center of the decorated ballroom. Others were standing around on the sides, nibbling at the food on the tables set up along the left wall. At the very end of the table was a group of girls standing around the punch bowl, giggling happily.
The punch bowl.........
Draco made his way over to the group of girls, being careful not to bump into anyone. Everybody though he'd stayed back in the common room. He wanted to keep up his reputation of not going to these things. The only person he'd sacrifice that for was Fire.........
There weren't any maroon-robbed girls at the punch bowl yet. That was ok; it gave him a little time to get used to being at the dance. He leaned up against the wall, behind the group of girls.
-
Four songs had passed, and Ginny was getting anxious. A faster song came on next. Harry didn't seem to want to let go, pulling her closer to him.
"Harry........." she breathed in his ear.
His face turned slightly toward hers. "Yes?"
She frowned, pushing gently away. "Harry, I'm going to sit this one out. Uh.........sorry."
With that, she fled in the opposite direction, not looking back until she reached the long table, covered in food. When she was beside it, she looked back long enough to see that Harry had begrudgingly gone off to talk to Seamus and Dean, on the other side of the ballroom. Good.
Making her way slowly down the table, she looked at people standing nearby. She looked for anyone that could be Ice.
No one seemed out of the ordinary.
By now, she was in front of the glass bowl, filled with bright red punch. The music seemed to be getting louder, the longer she waited. Fiddling with the strings on her robes, she looked anxiously around. Where was he?
She saw Hermione and Ron dancing near her. She gave them a little wave, but they didn't seem to notice. Maybe they didn't recognize her. The masks everyone had bought were pretty good at hiding one's identity.
She sighed and leaned against the table. There was nothing she could do but wait. It was better than being plastered to Harry all night.
At that second, a slow song came on, the first one of the night. The room dimmed, so that the only light was coming from the candles floating gracefully above everyone's heads. She watched as couples pulled each other closer. She looked for Ron and Hermione but they were lost in the sea of couples.
A firm hand grabbed her from behind, and before she knew what was happening, she was being led onto the dance floor.
"Oh!" a surprised gasp escaped her lips the other arm wrapped itself around her waist. She looked up and saw a silver mask. The same silver as the writing in the book......... her breath caught.
"Ice.........?" she whispered. He said nothing, only held more tightly, as if he was afraid she would leave if he let go.
She finally put her arms around him too, her face resting right against his dark robes. She couldn't tell what color they were, it was too dark.
This was the moment she'd dreamed of for months. It seemed unreal; she couldn't believe it was actually happening. She breathed in his scent, a spicy, clean-cut smell. She was amazed by how perfectly she fell in his arms, as if she was made to go there; stay there forever.
-
She was in his arms. He couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true.
He had been waiting for only about ten minutes when he'd seen her. Standing by the punch table with an anxious, yet innocent look about her. The lights had already dimmed, so he hadn't gotten that great of look at her yet. But by the perfect way she fit in his arms, he had a feeling her looks were perfect too. Although, strangely enough, that didn't seem to matter to him. Not this time. All he cared about was that she was finally in his arms.
Her arms were tightly wrapped around her small waist, her arms loosely setting on his shoulders. Her face was buried in his chest; all he could do was smell her hair.
The moment was perfect. That was the only way to describe it. He just hoped that the song would never end, and that they could keep slowly spinning together for the rest of the night. Not once did it cross his mind that the song indeed would end, and then they'd have to actually meet each other. He couldn't keep the mask on forever.
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A/N: There, are you happy, they meet at long last! I almost felt stupid uploading this chapter, because it's so incredibly short, but I didn't want to merge into the next chapter of events. Sorry for yet another cliffy.........this chapter is a little bit disappointing, I know. HOWEVER, stay tuned to find out what happens when the lights come back on!
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Standing outside the Great Hall, Draco took a deep breath. He could hear muffled music from behind the tall doors separating him from Fire. His hand was placed in the door, contemplating when to open it.
The music grew ten times louder as the door swung open. A few people's heads turned but no one knew who was who because of the masks, so their attention quickly turned back to what they were doing.
He stood in the entryway for a few moments, taking in the scene. People were talking and laughing, dancing with their dates in the center of the decorated ballroom. Others were standing around on the sides, nibbling at the food on the tables set up along the left wall. At the very end of the table was a group of girls standing around the punch bowl, giggling happily.
The punch bowl.........
Draco made his way over to the group of girls, being careful not to bump into anyone. Everybody though he'd stayed back in the common room. He wanted to keep up his reputation of not going to these things. The only person he'd sacrifice that for was Fire.........
There weren't any maroon-robbed girls at the punch bowl yet. That was ok; it gave him a little time to get used to being at the dance. He leaned up against the wall, behind the group of girls.
-
Four songs had passed, and Ginny was getting anxious. A faster song came on next. Harry didn't seem to want to let go, pulling her closer to him.
"Harry........." she breathed in his ear.
His face turned slightly toward hers. "Yes?"
She frowned, pushing gently away. "Harry, I'm going to sit this one out. Uh.........sorry."
With that, she fled in the opposite direction, not looking back until she reached the long table, covered in food. When she was beside it, she looked back long enough to see that Harry had begrudgingly gone off to talk to Seamus and Dean, on the other side of the ballroom. Good.
Making her way slowly down the table, she looked at people standing nearby. She looked for anyone that could be Ice.
No one seemed out of the ordinary.
By now, she was in front of the glass bowl, filled with bright red punch. The music seemed to be getting louder, the longer she waited. Fiddling with the strings on her robes, she looked anxiously around. Where was he?
She saw Hermione and Ron dancing near her. She gave them a little wave, but they didn't seem to notice. Maybe they didn't recognize her. The masks everyone had bought were pretty good at hiding one's identity.
She sighed and leaned against the table. There was nothing she could do but wait. It was better than being plastered to Harry all night.
At that second, a slow song came on, the first one of the night. The room dimmed, so that the only light was coming from the candles floating gracefully above everyone's heads. She watched as couples pulled each other closer. She looked for Ron and Hermione but they were lost in the sea of couples.
A firm hand grabbed her from behind, and before she knew what was happening, she was being led onto the dance floor.
"Oh!" a surprised gasp escaped her lips the other arm wrapped itself around her waist. She looked up and saw a silver mask. The same silver as the writing in the book......... her breath caught.
"Ice.........?" she whispered. He said nothing, only held more tightly, as if he was afraid she would leave if he let go.
She finally put her arms around him too, her face resting right against his dark robes. She couldn't tell what color they were, it was too dark.
This was the moment she'd dreamed of for months. It seemed unreal; she couldn't believe it was actually happening. She breathed in his scent, a spicy, clean-cut smell. She was amazed by how perfectly she fell in his arms, as if she was made to go there; stay there forever.
-
She was in his arms. He couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true.
He had been waiting for only about ten minutes when he'd seen her. Standing by the punch table with an anxious, yet innocent look about her. The lights had already dimmed, so he hadn't gotten that great of look at her yet. But by the perfect way she fit in his arms, he had a feeling her looks were perfect too. Although, strangely enough, that didn't seem to matter to him. Not this time. All he cared about was that she was finally in his arms.
Her arms were tightly wrapped around her small waist, her arms loosely setting on his shoulders. Her face was buried in his chest; all he could do was smell her hair.
The moment was perfect. That was the only way to describe it. He just hoped that the song would never end, and that they could keep slowly spinning together for the rest of the night. Not once did it cross his mind that the song indeed would end, and then they'd have to actually meet each other. He couldn't keep the mask on forever.
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A/N: There, are you happy, they meet at long last! I almost felt stupid uploading this chapter, because it's so incredibly short, but I didn't want to merge into the next chapter of events. Sorry for yet another cliffy.........this chapter is a little bit disappointing, I know. HOWEVER, stay tuned to find out what happens when the lights come back on!