The Saturday night came as swiftly as a unexpected winter night. Draco
dressed in his fancy robes again. Tugging at the collar, he looked for a
sign of bushy brown hair and shining eyes. No sign of her yet. Draco walked
over to his father and his mistress.
"What do you want, boy?" Lucius asked coldly as he played with Alisha's hair. Draco shuffled his feet and tried to turn invisible on the spot. "Well?"
"Father, I invited someone to the party."
"Who?" Mister Malfoy's eyes narrowed and so did Alisha's.
"Hermione Granger, sir." Alisha looked at Lucius.
"She's a reporter at The Daily Prophet, dear," she informed her lover. Lucius sipped his wine and kissed her.
"Indeed. Well Draco, as long as their not mudblood scum, they're welcome here." Draco gulped. Hermione was what his father labelled 'Mudblood Scum', which wasn't really a good thing. He once dated a muggle born a year ago. His mother was pleased that he found love, but Lucius wasn't to thrilled about it. Draco had to live on his own while he dated her, and then she mysteriously disappeared. He woke from his thoughts when the sound of oak doors closed. A woman entered. Young and gorgeous. Her looks could shame the Greek Goddess Aphrodite. Her lavender dress flowed like liquid, eyes shone like evening stars, and lips that were the colour of the reddest rose. It was Hermione Granger. Men's heads turned her way. Even Alisha's head swivelled for a look at the maiden. Her creamy skin under the candlelight was like a home made crème. This time Draco's jaw dragged on the ground. She walked so gracefully, Draco could swear she was floating. She held out her hand and he kissed it softly.
"I didn't think you were coming," Draco stuttered. Hermione smiled and patted Draco's hand.
"I didn't think I'd come either, but I'm glad I did." They stood there for a while, not speaking, but admiring the blissful silence around them. Lucius walked over to the two. The ghost band struck up a tango.
"Draco, where are your manners?" Lucius asked. His son snapped back to reality.
"What?" he muttered stupidly.
"Aren't you going to ask this lovely woman to dance?" Lucius winked at Hermione, making her giggle slightly. Lucius Malfoy indeed was a charmer, yet a true snake. Draco swallowed and held out his hand.
"Mmmyouwannaderncewithma?" Draco slurred. Although he words were jumbled, she knew what he meant.
"I'd love to," she replied. They swiftly strode onto the gleaming dance floor. Each step felt artistic, the way her dress flowed was perfect for such a quick dance. Their eyes never left each other's. Draco's lip trembled as their pelvises met. Hermione just moved her arm more around his strong shoulders. Not even Lucius and Alisha (who were professionals at the tango) could keep up with their cat like moves.
After the music had slowed down, Draco and Hermione were just finishing up with a grand finale. Her leg wrapped around his at the last beat of a booming drum. Everyone clapped for the fantastic duo. Even Lucius and Alisha. They both walked over to them.
"Very good, but you messed up at the end," Lucius told his son. Draco still kept smiling. He was satisfied the way he danced. His steel eyes met Hermione's ocean ones. Although she looked tired, her eyes screamed excitement and passion. Lucius rubbed his hand along her shoulder and led Hermione into another room.
"You dance like a Goddess," Lucius complimented.
"Thank you, Mister Malfoy," Hermione smiled. Lucius flashed a cruel smirk.
"Please," he began while throwing his cape across the room. "Call me Lucius." He was backing her up into a small corner.
"Alright, Mr......I mean Lucius," Her voice began to tremble. "What are you doing?" Lucius' arms trapped her against the corner.
"Now stand still," he closed his eyes. "I'm going to kiss you."
"Eh hem." Saved by the bell! It was Nott! "I'm I interrupting anything, Mister Malfoy?" he asked half way in the shadows. Lucius' arms snapped back to his sides.
"No. No, you didn't Nott. Why?"
"Draco is wondering where his guest went off to." Lucius' tilted his head slightly, causing his flowing locks to tumble down his shoulder.
"Indeed. Well, Miss Granger, I suppose you should toddle off to the ballroom," He smiled at Hermione, making her incredibly nervous. She quickly walked out of the office and back into the ballroom. Draco quickly strode over.
"Hermione, where did you run off to?" Draco asked. She looked over her shoulder to see if Lucius was closely following.
"You father needed to speak to me."
"What about?"
"Oh, the usual. Where I'm from and what not." Draco knew right away she was lying, but he didn't force the truth out of her. Hermione Granger was always a terrible liar. "I have to go," she said quickly.
"Why? Dinner hasn't even been served yet," Draco said disappointedly.
"I have....to finish writing a report for the news."
"No you don't," Draco saw clear through her lie. "Hermione, I thought we were having a good time..."
"Oh Draco, we are!" she stroked his blushing cheek gently. "I just have to go. Perhaps we can meet up again some other time." She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. If Draco hadn't kept a little bit of feeling in his legs, he would be face down on the floor, giggling his fool head off. "I'll see you another day, Draco Malfoy." She turned on her heel and left the manor. Draco also skipped dinner and headed off to his bedroom. He fell on his bed and sighed, wishing this odd feeling would never end. Tingling in his fingertips and chest, burning heat in his face, a leaping feeling in his stomach. Draco Malfoy had fallen in love.
"What do you want, boy?" Lucius asked coldly as he played with Alisha's hair. Draco shuffled his feet and tried to turn invisible on the spot. "Well?"
"Father, I invited someone to the party."
"Who?" Mister Malfoy's eyes narrowed and so did Alisha's.
"Hermione Granger, sir." Alisha looked at Lucius.
"She's a reporter at The Daily Prophet, dear," she informed her lover. Lucius sipped his wine and kissed her.
"Indeed. Well Draco, as long as their not mudblood scum, they're welcome here." Draco gulped. Hermione was what his father labelled 'Mudblood Scum', which wasn't really a good thing. He once dated a muggle born a year ago. His mother was pleased that he found love, but Lucius wasn't to thrilled about it. Draco had to live on his own while he dated her, and then she mysteriously disappeared. He woke from his thoughts when the sound of oak doors closed. A woman entered. Young and gorgeous. Her looks could shame the Greek Goddess Aphrodite. Her lavender dress flowed like liquid, eyes shone like evening stars, and lips that were the colour of the reddest rose. It was Hermione Granger. Men's heads turned her way. Even Alisha's head swivelled for a look at the maiden. Her creamy skin under the candlelight was like a home made crème. This time Draco's jaw dragged on the ground. She walked so gracefully, Draco could swear she was floating. She held out her hand and he kissed it softly.
"I didn't think you were coming," Draco stuttered. Hermione smiled and patted Draco's hand.
"I didn't think I'd come either, but I'm glad I did." They stood there for a while, not speaking, but admiring the blissful silence around them. Lucius walked over to the two. The ghost band struck up a tango.
"Draco, where are your manners?" Lucius asked. His son snapped back to reality.
"What?" he muttered stupidly.
"Aren't you going to ask this lovely woman to dance?" Lucius winked at Hermione, making her giggle slightly. Lucius Malfoy indeed was a charmer, yet a true snake. Draco swallowed and held out his hand.
"Mmmyouwannaderncewithma?" Draco slurred. Although he words were jumbled, she knew what he meant.
"I'd love to," she replied. They swiftly strode onto the gleaming dance floor. Each step felt artistic, the way her dress flowed was perfect for such a quick dance. Their eyes never left each other's. Draco's lip trembled as their pelvises met. Hermione just moved her arm more around his strong shoulders. Not even Lucius and Alisha (who were professionals at the tango) could keep up with their cat like moves.
After the music had slowed down, Draco and Hermione were just finishing up with a grand finale. Her leg wrapped around his at the last beat of a booming drum. Everyone clapped for the fantastic duo. Even Lucius and Alisha. They both walked over to them.
"Very good, but you messed up at the end," Lucius told his son. Draco still kept smiling. He was satisfied the way he danced. His steel eyes met Hermione's ocean ones. Although she looked tired, her eyes screamed excitement and passion. Lucius rubbed his hand along her shoulder and led Hermione into another room.
"You dance like a Goddess," Lucius complimented.
"Thank you, Mister Malfoy," Hermione smiled. Lucius flashed a cruel smirk.
"Please," he began while throwing his cape across the room. "Call me Lucius." He was backing her up into a small corner.
"Alright, Mr......I mean Lucius," Her voice began to tremble. "What are you doing?" Lucius' arms trapped her against the corner.
"Now stand still," he closed his eyes. "I'm going to kiss you."
"Eh hem." Saved by the bell! It was Nott! "I'm I interrupting anything, Mister Malfoy?" he asked half way in the shadows. Lucius' arms snapped back to his sides.
"No. No, you didn't Nott. Why?"
"Draco is wondering where his guest went off to." Lucius' tilted his head slightly, causing his flowing locks to tumble down his shoulder.
"Indeed. Well, Miss Granger, I suppose you should toddle off to the ballroom," He smiled at Hermione, making her incredibly nervous. She quickly walked out of the office and back into the ballroom. Draco quickly strode over.
"Hermione, where did you run off to?" Draco asked. She looked over her shoulder to see if Lucius was closely following.
"You father needed to speak to me."
"What about?"
"Oh, the usual. Where I'm from and what not." Draco knew right away she was lying, but he didn't force the truth out of her. Hermione Granger was always a terrible liar. "I have to go," she said quickly.
"Why? Dinner hasn't even been served yet," Draco said disappointedly.
"I have....to finish writing a report for the news."
"No you don't," Draco saw clear through her lie. "Hermione, I thought we were having a good time..."
"Oh Draco, we are!" she stroked his blushing cheek gently. "I just have to go. Perhaps we can meet up again some other time." She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. If Draco hadn't kept a little bit of feeling in his legs, he would be face down on the floor, giggling his fool head off. "I'll see you another day, Draco Malfoy." She turned on her heel and left the manor. Draco also skipped dinner and headed off to his bedroom. He fell on his bed and sighed, wishing this odd feeling would never end. Tingling in his fingertips and chest, burning heat in his face, a leaping feeling in his stomach. Draco Malfoy had fallen in love.