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Everyone had been quite shocked to learn she and Draco were dating. Quite a few had been surprised to see him in muggle clothes as well. He hadn't cared, as it qould probably be the onlytime he wore them, he didn't like them much, but she had asked so he had relented.
After the initial announcement by Fred, the evening was wonderful. They danced all night, together for every dance except one. Her father had wanted to dance with her, so Hermione wasted no time grabbing Draco to interrogate him.
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"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy, but may I cut in?"
"Of course." Draco replied looking up at her father and stwpping back. "I'll go get something to drink." he told her, to which she nodded. He walked towards the punch bowl, only to be intercepted by Hermione who quickly pulled him out to the dance floor.
"It seems your cousin can't wait to interrogate him." her father said dryly.
"So it seems." she replied, "Then again, isn't that what you are going to do as well."
He smiled. "You know me too well Kitten, far too well."
"Well, I am your daughter after all."
"So, do you love him as well?"
She looked up at her father. Trust him to go straight to the point. "Yes."
"He would be a good choice. Are you sure that he is a wise choice though?"
"Papa." she admonished
"Forgive me kitten, but we both know he is expected to follow his father and Lord Voldermort." he said dropping his voice even more as he said the dark lord's name. "ANd you are meant for a much different plan."
"I know Papa." she replied with a sigh. "But perhaps things will work out anyway. He can always choose not to follow his father's path."
"That would be the only way wouldn't it. As you cannot choose differently."
She smiled softly, a smile that did not reach her eyes.
He looked at her concerned, it was starting to get to her. Too many of them had died. "I heard about Rory. I'm sorry, I know how much they mean to you." he said softly.
"I wish thing were different, that I could tell him."
"I know Kat. I know."
"We're being watched."she said with a smile, one that reached her eyes.
He glanced around, indeed the entire room was watching them. "It seems we make quite a sight."
She laughed softly, "That seems to be our tradition doesn't it Papa."
"That it does." he replied softly.
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She smiled as she remembered that night. Years before there had been a Yule Ball during her fifth year. She had gone and stayed at a table the whole night, watching everyone else dance. Towards the end of the night her father had come over and asked her to dance. She was surprised, but agreed and they had gone out. They had 'danced' with her standing on his feet, and barly moving. But it was a memory she dearly cherished.
It was Christmas morning, two weeks since the ball. However she was the only one up at the ungodly hour which she had spent thinking. She was waiting for Fearchar to return with news from her aunt.
She stood up as the clock struck four. She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, so she might as well get dressed. As she grabbed her clothes she thought about what the day held. True it was a special holiday, and she was glad to be sprnding it with her father. But other than that, nothing was going on. The Weasleys had gone home for Christmas, and Harry had gone to Hermione's house for the holidays. She along with her aunt and uncle were the only ones who knew that Harry and Hermione had been dating since school started again. They hadn't told anyone for fear that Ron would feel left out, but that theory had been erased when Ron himself tried to set them up. They still didn't have the heart to tell him that they had been dating, so they agreed to tell him after the holidays.
As she walked back into the room from her closet, she glanced in the mirror, then stopped in shock. It was amazing that no one had said anything about her appearance, seeing if she was well. She knew she had been affected by the deaths, but she had no idea it was happening this quickly, or so much to her physical being. Her skin was even paler, if that was possible, looking literally like snow. Her eyes were changing as well, taking on the color of her mother's. Even her hair was longer, reaching her thighs. If this kept up...
Sighing she closed her eyes and waved her hand over herself, starting at her head, then working her way down. When she was done, she opened her eyes to find herself once more looking like the girl everyone knew. Shaking her head she grabbed her wand, and braided her hair by magic as it was too difficult to do by hand with part of it hidden. Picking up her grandmother's shawl she sat to wait for Fearchar once more.
Twenty minutes later she heard Fearchar's familiar call.
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~*~*~*~*~*~
Everyone had been quite shocked to learn she and Draco were dating. Quite a few had been surprised to see him in muggle clothes as well. He hadn't cared, as it qould probably be the onlytime he wore them, he didn't like them much, but she had asked so he had relented.
After the initial announcement by Fred, the evening was wonderful. They danced all night, together for every dance except one. Her father had wanted to dance with her, so Hermione wasted no time grabbing Draco to interrogate him.
~*~*~*~*~
"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy, but may I cut in?"
"Of course." Draco replied looking up at her father and stwpping back. "I'll go get something to drink." he told her, to which she nodded. He walked towards the punch bowl, only to be intercepted by Hermione who quickly pulled him out to the dance floor.
"It seems your cousin can't wait to interrogate him." her father said dryly.
"So it seems." she replied, "Then again, isn't that what you are going to do as well."
He smiled. "You know me too well Kitten, far too well."
"Well, I am your daughter after all."
"So, do you love him as well?"
She looked up at her father. Trust him to go straight to the point. "Yes."
"He would be a good choice. Are you sure that he is a wise choice though?"
"Papa." she admonished
"Forgive me kitten, but we both know he is expected to follow his father and Lord Voldermort." he said dropping his voice even more as he said the dark lord's name. "ANd you are meant for a much different plan."
"I know Papa." she replied with a sigh. "But perhaps things will work out anyway. He can always choose not to follow his father's path."
"That would be the only way wouldn't it. As you cannot choose differently."
She smiled softly, a smile that did not reach her eyes.
He looked at her concerned, it was starting to get to her. Too many of them had died. "I heard about Rory. I'm sorry, I know how much they mean to you." he said softly.
"I wish thing were different, that I could tell him."
"I know Kat. I know."
"We're being watched."she said with a smile, one that reached her eyes.
He glanced around, indeed the entire room was watching them. "It seems we make quite a sight."
She laughed softly, "That seems to be our tradition doesn't it Papa."
"That it does." he replied softly.
~*~*~*~*~
She smiled as she remembered that night. Years before there had been a Yule Ball during her fifth year. She had gone and stayed at a table the whole night, watching everyone else dance. Towards the end of the night her father had come over and asked her to dance. She was surprised, but agreed and they had gone out. They had 'danced' with her standing on his feet, and barly moving. But it was a memory she dearly cherished.
It was Christmas morning, two weeks since the ball. However she was the only one up at the ungodly hour which she had spent thinking. She was waiting for Fearchar to return with news from her aunt.
She stood up as the clock struck four. She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, so she might as well get dressed. As she grabbed her clothes she thought about what the day held. True it was a special holiday, and she was glad to be sprnding it with her father. But other than that, nothing was going on. The Weasleys had gone home for Christmas, and Harry had gone to Hermione's house for the holidays. She along with her aunt and uncle were the only ones who knew that Harry and Hermione had been dating since school started again. They hadn't told anyone for fear that Ron would feel left out, but that theory had been erased when Ron himself tried to set them up. They still didn't have the heart to tell him that they had been dating, so they agreed to tell him after the holidays.
As she walked back into the room from her closet, she glanced in the mirror, then stopped in shock. It was amazing that no one had said anything about her appearance, seeing if she was well. She knew she had been affected by the deaths, but she had no idea it was happening this quickly, or so much to her physical being. Her skin was even paler, if that was possible, looking literally like snow. Her eyes were changing as well, taking on the color of her mother's. Even her hair was longer, reaching her thighs. If this kept up...
Sighing she closed her eyes and waved her hand over herself, starting at her head, then working her way down. When she was done, she opened her eyes to find herself once more looking like the girl everyone knew. Shaking her head she grabbed her wand, and braided her hair by magic as it was too difficult to do by hand with part of it hidden. Picking up her grandmother's shawl she sat to wait for Fearchar once more.
Twenty minutes later she heard Fearchar's familiar call.