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Chapter 9- Dances
Hermione's POV
I took one last glance in the mirror, admiring my costume. Harry and I had decided on going as Romeo and Juliet. We both agreed that it was one of our favorite pieces by Shakespeare, even though it had no magic.
My dress somewhat resembled the Renaissance time. There were two layers of cloth. The top was a deep red color, trimmed with silver at the neckline, hem, and elbows. The neckline was very low, not at my neck at all, and the bottom layer underneath was shown, tied together with criss- crossing silver laces. It clung to all my curves until it reached my waist, where it gently flowed down. The sleeves were tight to my elbows, then flared out. At the bottom, the red top layer split, revealing the light cream color underneath.
I had lightly curled my hair, and it flowed down my back. I had even applied a tiny bit of makeup for the event, including lip gloss that made my lips glitter and shine. I smiled at my reflection, and she smiled back, revealing dazzling white teeth. "You look amazing, Hermione!" the mirror- image told me. I ran a brush through my hair one last time before exiting the bathroom for the common room, allowing the panicky Hannah into the room.
The guys were waiting impatiently in the living room, and I joined them, waiting for Hannah to finish so we could leave.
"Hermione!" Terry cried. "You look amazing!" I smiled appreciatively at him. He nudged Draco, who was turned around fiddling with something.
He was scowling when he turned around, but it disappeared when his eyes fell on me. I saw a mixture of many emotions register in his face, including shock, wonder, embarrassment, and something else...
It was quickly replaced by a sneer, however. He opened his mouth to say something rude, no doubt, but the bathroom door burst open. Hannah swept in, smiling. She looked beautiful in her midnight blue dress, and Terry was very handsome in his suit with a matching tie. They had, of course, had no problem when Dumbledore had asked them to open the dance together. He had also told them they should dress a little to match, so Hannah and Terry both wore dark blue. Since Draco and I were being forced to dance together, he had incorporated a deep red, sparkling cape to his otherwise black costume. He was a vampire, complete with teeth spelled to be longer.
A knock came on the portal and, curiously, Draco went to open it. He was about to slam it shut again when I caught sight of who it was, and stopped him.
"Harry!" I said happily, running to the portal. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, accompanying you to the dance, of course!" He said this as if it was common knowledge and everyone should've known it.
"Oh! How sweet!" He offered me his arm and I took it, walking into the hallway, followed by Hannah and Terry, and a reluctant, scowling Draco.
Harry also looked very handsome. His Romeo costume was missing some of it's frills and ruffles, and I eyed him suspiciously; he grinned sheepishly at me, shrugging. I knew he'd spelled them off. But now that I saw the suit without, I thought it looked better. It was dark red and cream, like my dress, and looked wonderful on him.
"Hey, listen Harry," I began. I still hadn't told him I had to open the dance with Draco. "I-I can't dance the first song with you," I told him. "It's just that Dumbledore told us we had to open the dance together, us prefects." I stopped, waiting for him to respond. "I'm sorry."
He brushed it off, much to my relief. "Don't worry about it," he assured me. "We have all night together. Actually, I feel sorry for YOU! You have to dance with Malfoy!" he laughed, gesturing back to where Draco was. He was giving Harry and I a glare that could kill. I laughed with him.
"I'm glad you understand," I said, giving him a quick hug before hurrying off with the other three to see Dumbledore, standing near the entrance to the Great Hall.
"I would like to congratulate you all," Dumbledore said, nodding at the four of us. "On making this such an outstanding event." With that, he threw open the doors, allowing us to enter, smiling at our reaction.
Of course, I knew what it was going to look like, but the final appearance was more spectacular than I could have ever believed. The tables had been pushed up against the walls and were holding refreshments. The ceiling, as always, portrayed the weather, which happened to be a dark, clear night with thousands of stars, perfect for the mood of the night. Hannah and Terry had put up the decorations Draco and I came up with, and they looked wonderful. There were floating candles everywhere, sparkling in the dim light. I looked at the others, admiring our work, and they were all grinning. I smiled. "Wow," I breathed. "We did a pretty good job, didn't we?"
"You and Draco did an excellent job," Terry corrected. I looked at him, puzzled. "Hannah and I didn't really do that much, just put up what you and Draco came up with," he explained. "You and Draco are the ones who really put it all together."
Soon the rest of the students were filtering in, gaping. Some gasped, taking in the change the room had undergone since dinner.
Too soon, it seemed, the music was starting and I had to drag Draco onto the dance floor. 'Damn them,' I thought. The song playing was a Muggle slow song. I put my hands on Draco's shoulders, my arms as stiff as possible, and his went to my waist.
I could say this for Draco: he was a good dancer. As we swayed slowly to the music, I found myself relaxing. I let my arms relax, and Draco moved closer to me. I linked my hands behind his neck, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from resting my head on his shoulder. 'What the hell is up?' I asked myself as the song wore on. 'This is Malfoy, remember?'
But even as I told myself that, I started remembering how much more we'd grown comfortable with each other over the past two months. Helping him with Transfiguration, and him, in turn, helping me with our potions. And then there was that pillow fight...
Apparently, he was deep in thought as well, because when the song ended, he was still holding me. "Draco," I whispered. "It's over. You can let go now." He looked at me for a moment, then turned and left the hall without another word. 'Okay, that was weird.'
Ron noticed, too, because when he approached me with Harry, Lavender in tow, he asked, "Hey, what's up with Malfoy?"
I shrugged, then looked up at Harry expectantly as another, faster song began. "You wanna dance?" he asked. I grinned my answer and he pulled me onto the floor, followed closely by Ron and Lavender.
After dancing for awhile, Harry and I went to get something to eat. We piled our paper plates with junk food, and took a seat at a table with Terry and Hannah.
"Hi! Are you guys having fun?" Hannah asked.
"A blast!" Harry replied, and I grinned. I certainly was having a blast, but I couldn't stop thinking about Draco, much to my dismay. I hadn't seen him since he left after the first dance.
"How abut you?" I asked unnecessarily. The two were grinning wildly, and looked to be having the time of their lives.
"It's great! We're having an amazing time." A slow song was starting, and Hannah's eyes widened. "I love this song! Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, and pulled Terry up with her. I smiled, watching the two start dancing again.
Ron and Lavender took their seats, and when they were done eating we all got back up to dance again.
Two hours and five glasses of punch later, everyone was exhausted and leaving. Harry walked me back to the Gryffindor common room, and stopped at the portal to my room. There were a bunch of people milling around in there, so I invited him into my room. 'Just this once,' I told myself.
I whispered the password so I thought no one could hear, and pulled Harry through with me. His eyes widened as he looked around, and I grinned; I had forgotten how beautiful the room was to someone who had never seen it before.
"I wanna be a prefect," he breathed, and I giggled. He looked at me and started laughing as well.
Suddenly, without warning, he bent down and brushed his lips softly against mine. He pulled back quickly, coming back and deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I put my arms around his neck.
There was a quiet knock on my door, and we sprang apart just in time. "Hermione, are-" Draco cut off abruptly when he saw Harry with me. He slid his eyes from me, to Harry, and back to me, and I could feel myself blushing.
"What, Draco?" I asked.
"Nevermind," he answered coldly. He gave Harry one last glare before shutting the door again.
"Well, I guess I should get going, then," said Harry, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah..." I said. "Goodnight, Harry." He bent over to kiss me once more, then pulled away and went back to the portal.
"Goodnight Hermione." I closed the portal after him, and sighed, leaning against the wall. Then I changed into pajamas, washed up downstairs, and climbed into bed.
Even after what had happened with Harry, my last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep were of Draco.
Draco's POV
Potter. In Hermione's bedroom, for goodness sake! I lay there on top of my bed covers, half heartbroken, half furious at Hermione. I remembered the lyrics to the song we had danced to earlier that night:
-If she only knew What I know but couldn't say If she could only see The part of me that I hid away If I could just hold her in my arms again And just say I love you But she's gone away, maybe she'd stay If she only knew
If she could just feel What I feel here in my heart She'd know it was real Pure and true right from the start But I'm just a man who didn't understand What she was going through But she's gone away, maybe she'd stay If only she knew
And how, how did I let her get away Cause love, love is so easy to feel But the hardest thing to say
If she could just see What I see when I close my eyes All that I dream Surely she would realize But like a fool I waited much too long To let her know the truth She's gone away, maybe she'd stay If she only knew'
Tell me, tell me how How did I let her get away (tell me) Cause I guess that love Love is too easy to feel But the hardest thing to say
If she only knew What I knew but could not say If she could just see The part of me that I hid away If I could just hold her in my arms again And just say I love you She's gone away, maybe she'd stay If only she knew, if only she knew-
I had been about to ask her to the dance the other day, but then I saw her with Potter. And here I was again, tonight, about to try to talk to her again, and Potter was there, again. Maybe, just maybe, if only she knew, she'd choose me over Harry. Just maybe.
A/N: Too OOC, I know, I know. It's awful. I'm sorry. By the way, I don't own the song, it's If Only She Knew by 98 Degrees. (Don't think I have a button for degrees on my computer, lol.) Okay, I'm really really really sorry, but I'm not gonna respond to reviews anymore, k? You guys are reviewing a ton, and I'm SOOOOO happy, but it just takes up too much time to respond to them. Sorry! Okay well I hope you do keep reviewing, and I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 9- Dances
Hermione's POV
I took one last glance in the mirror, admiring my costume. Harry and I had decided on going as Romeo and Juliet. We both agreed that it was one of our favorite pieces by Shakespeare, even though it had no magic.
My dress somewhat resembled the Renaissance time. There were two layers of cloth. The top was a deep red color, trimmed with silver at the neckline, hem, and elbows. The neckline was very low, not at my neck at all, and the bottom layer underneath was shown, tied together with criss- crossing silver laces. It clung to all my curves until it reached my waist, where it gently flowed down. The sleeves were tight to my elbows, then flared out. At the bottom, the red top layer split, revealing the light cream color underneath.
I had lightly curled my hair, and it flowed down my back. I had even applied a tiny bit of makeup for the event, including lip gloss that made my lips glitter and shine. I smiled at my reflection, and she smiled back, revealing dazzling white teeth. "You look amazing, Hermione!" the mirror- image told me. I ran a brush through my hair one last time before exiting the bathroom for the common room, allowing the panicky Hannah into the room.
The guys were waiting impatiently in the living room, and I joined them, waiting for Hannah to finish so we could leave.
"Hermione!" Terry cried. "You look amazing!" I smiled appreciatively at him. He nudged Draco, who was turned around fiddling with something.
He was scowling when he turned around, but it disappeared when his eyes fell on me. I saw a mixture of many emotions register in his face, including shock, wonder, embarrassment, and something else...
It was quickly replaced by a sneer, however. He opened his mouth to say something rude, no doubt, but the bathroom door burst open. Hannah swept in, smiling. She looked beautiful in her midnight blue dress, and Terry was very handsome in his suit with a matching tie. They had, of course, had no problem when Dumbledore had asked them to open the dance together. He had also told them they should dress a little to match, so Hannah and Terry both wore dark blue. Since Draco and I were being forced to dance together, he had incorporated a deep red, sparkling cape to his otherwise black costume. He was a vampire, complete with teeth spelled to be longer.
A knock came on the portal and, curiously, Draco went to open it. He was about to slam it shut again when I caught sight of who it was, and stopped him.
"Harry!" I said happily, running to the portal. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, accompanying you to the dance, of course!" He said this as if it was common knowledge and everyone should've known it.
"Oh! How sweet!" He offered me his arm and I took it, walking into the hallway, followed by Hannah and Terry, and a reluctant, scowling Draco.
Harry also looked very handsome. His Romeo costume was missing some of it's frills and ruffles, and I eyed him suspiciously; he grinned sheepishly at me, shrugging. I knew he'd spelled them off. But now that I saw the suit without, I thought it looked better. It was dark red and cream, like my dress, and looked wonderful on him.
"Hey, listen Harry," I began. I still hadn't told him I had to open the dance with Draco. "I-I can't dance the first song with you," I told him. "It's just that Dumbledore told us we had to open the dance together, us prefects." I stopped, waiting for him to respond. "I'm sorry."
He brushed it off, much to my relief. "Don't worry about it," he assured me. "We have all night together. Actually, I feel sorry for YOU! You have to dance with Malfoy!" he laughed, gesturing back to where Draco was. He was giving Harry and I a glare that could kill. I laughed with him.
"I'm glad you understand," I said, giving him a quick hug before hurrying off with the other three to see Dumbledore, standing near the entrance to the Great Hall.
"I would like to congratulate you all," Dumbledore said, nodding at the four of us. "On making this such an outstanding event." With that, he threw open the doors, allowing us to enter, smiling at our reaction.
Of course, I knew what it was going to look like, but the final appearance was more spectacular than I could have ever believed. The tables had been pushed up against the walls and were holding refreshments. The ceiling, as always, portrayed the weather, which happened to be a dark, clear night with thousands of stars, perfect for the mood of the night. Hannah and Terry had put up the decorations Draco and I came up with, and they looked wonderful. There were floating candles everywhere, sparkling in the dim light. I looked at the others, admiring our work, and they were all grinning. I smiled. "Wow," I breathed. "We did a pretty good job, didn't we?"
"You and Draco did an excellent job," Terry corrected. I looked at him, puzzled. "Hannah and I didn't really do that much, just put up what you and Draco came up with," he explained. "You and Draco are the ones who really put it all together."
Soon the rest of the students were filtering in, gaping. Some gasped, taking in the change the room had undergone since dinner.
Too soon, it seemed, the music was starting and I had to drag Draco onto the dance floor. 'Damn them,' I thought. The song playing was a Muggle slow song. I put my hands on Draco's shoulders, my arms as stiff as possible, and his went to my waist.
I could say this for Draco: he was a good dancer. As we swayed slowly to the music, I found myself relaxing. I let my arms relax, and Draco moved closer to me. I linked my hands behind his neck, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from resting my head on his shoulder. 'What the hell is up?' I asked myself as the song wore on. 'This is Malfoy, remember?'
But even as I told myself that, I started remembering how much more we'd grown comfortable with each other over the past two months. Helping him with Transfiguration, and him, in turn, helping me with our potions. And then there was that pillow fight...
Apparently, he was deep in thought as well, because when the song ended, he was still holding me. "Draco," I whispered. "It's over. You can let go now." He looked at me for a moment, then turned and left the hall without another word. 'Okay, that was weird.'
Ron noticed, too, because when he approached me with Harry, Lavender in tow, he asked, "Hey, what's up with Malfoy?"
I shrugged, then looked up at Harry expectantly as another, faster song began. "You wanna dance?" he asked. I grinned my answer and he pulled me onto the floor, followed closely by Ron and Lavender.
After dancing for awhile, Harry and I went to get something to eat. We piled our paper plates with junk food, and took a seat at a table with Terry and Hannah.
"Hi! Are you guys having fun?" Hannah asked.
"A blast!" Harry replied, and I grinned. I certainly was having a blast, but I couldn't stop thinking about Draco, much to my dismay. I hadn't seen him since he left after the first dance.
"How abut you?" I asked unnecessarily. The two were grinning wildly, and looked to be having the time of their lives.
"It's great! We're having an amazing time." A slow song was starting, and Hannah's eyes widened. "I love this song! Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, and pulled Terry up with her. I smiled, watching the two start dancing again.
Ron and Lavender took their seats, and when they were done eating we all got back up to dance again.
Two hours and five glasses of punch later, everyone was exhausted and leaving. Harry walked me back to the Gryffindor common room, and stopped at the portal to my room. There were a bunch of people milling around in there, so I invited him into my room. 'Just this once,' I told myself.
I whispered the password so I thought no one could hear, and pulled Harry through with me. His eyes widened as he looked around, and I grinned; I had forgotten how beautiful the room was to someone who had never seen it before.
"I wanna be a prefect," he breathed, and I giggled. He looked at me and started laughing as well.
Suddenly, without warning, he bent down and brushed his lips softly against mine. He pulled back quickly, coming back and deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I put my arms around his neck.
There was a quiet knock on my door, and we sprang apart just in time. "Hermione, are-" Draco cut off abruptly when he saw Harry with me. He slid his eyes from me, to Harry, and back to me, and I could feel myself blushing.
"What, Draco?" I asked.
"Nevermind," he answered coldly. He gave Harry one last glare before shutting the door again.
"Well, I guess I should get going, then," said Harry, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah..." I said. "Goodnight, Harry." He bent over to kiss me once more, then pulled away and went back to the portal.
"Goodnight Hermione." I closed the portal after him, and sighed, leaning against the wall. Then I changed into pajamas, washed up downstairs, and climbed into bed.
Even after what had happened with Harry, my last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep were of Draco.
Draco's POV
Potter. In Hermione's bedroom, for goodness sake! I lay there on top of my bed covers, half heartbroken, half furious at Hermione. I remembered the lyrics to the song we had danced to earlier that night:
-If she only knew What I know but couldn't say If she could only see The part of me that I hid away If I could just hold her in my arms again And just say I love you But she's gone away, maybe she'd stay If she only knew
If she could just feel What I feel here in my heart She'd know it was real Pure and true right from the start But I'm just a man who didn't understand What she was going through But she's gone away, maybe she'd stay If only she knew
And how, how did I let her get away Cause love, love is so easy to feel But the hardest thing to say
If she could just see What I see when I close my eyes All that I dream Surely she would realize But like a fool I waited much too long To let her know the truth She's gone away, maybe she'd stay If she only knew'
Tell me, tell me how How did I let her get away (tell me) Cause I guess that love Love is too easy to feel But the hardest thing to say
If she only knew What I knew but could not say If she could just see The part of me that I hid away If I could just hold her in my arms again And just say I love you She's gone away, maybe she'd stay If only she knew, if only she knew-
I had been about to ask her to the dance the other day, but then I saw her with Potter. And here I was again, tonight, about to try to talk to her again, and Potter was there, again. Maybe, just maybe, if only she knew, she'd choose me over Harry. Just maybe.
A/N: Too OOC, I know, I know. It's awful. I'm sorry. By the way, I don't own the song, it's If Only She Knew by 98 Degrees. (Don't think I have a button for degrees on my computer, lol.) Okay, I'm really really really sorry, but I'm not gonna respond to reviews anymore, k? You guys are reviewing a ton, and I'm SOOOOO happy, but it just takes up too much time to respond to them. Sorry! Okay well I hope you do keep reviewing, and I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!