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A/N: okay well i didn't get the 60 reviews that i wanted :( but i'm putting up the next chapter cuz ppl are e-mailing me and yelling at me to put up a chapter! so here's the next installment...but please review and tell your friends about the story and tell them to review, and let them tell THEIR friends and let THEIR friends review and so on and so on! lol...i ain't gonna put up the next chapter after this until i get loads more reviews!!! i luv getting reviews! it means that y'all like the story!!! (and the faster i put up the next chapter!!!!)
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Weeks passed and school lessons where coming along slowly, and so where the two plays. Dumbledore was quite pleased with the progess from each group. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's play "The Seven Drawfs" had already prefected the play itself, but their set and costumes were nowhere near finished. The Slytherin and Gryffindor team however was almost done their play, and their set was coming along very nicely. All their costumes where designed and measured for the right fit.
Opening night was only two weeks away.
Hermione was up in the library, when her peace was inturrupted.
"Hey Hermione," a deep voice said. Hermione looked up slowly, until her eyes meet with those exquiste silver eyes.
"Draco," she whispered,"What are you doing here?"
"Well, we haven't really seen each other much, other than during rehearsels, so..."
He sat next to her on the couch, and turned to look at her. He didn't speak, but ran his fingers through her soft, silky brown hair. Her heart leapt as his fingers touched her skin, and it sent chills all throughtout her body. It wasn't the type of chills, that someone got when they were frightened, but the type of chills when something that you've always yearned for was finally happening. She couldn't fight the feeling, but she didn't want to give into him.
"Hermione," Draco murmured into her ear. He moved her hair over and nuzzled into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, and let him take over.
Minutes later, Draco pulled away, Hermione's sweet perfume lingering around him. Hermione got up and left, still not saying anything to him, not even a goodnight.
' She's playing hard to get,' Draco thought, sighing. He didn't know what had come over him, but ever since the year before, he'd grown to tolerate Hermione. Everything about her, he suddenly noticed. The new look, the straight hair, the slightest use of make-up. Even the fact that she had started working out. When it was announced that she would play Cinderella, he couldn't have thought of a better way to get closer to her, and eventually tell all. Unfortunately, she wasn't making it easy for him. He would be so close, then she'd pull away, leaving him further than before.
2 weeks later, on opening night.
The Great Hall had been re-arranged. The four long tables weren't there, but where replaced with hundreds of single chairs. In front, the table that usually sat the staff of Hogwarts, was now a medium sized black stage, with curtains, and hanging lights. The Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff team was the first to perform that Satuday night, just before Christmas. The Great Hall was filled to capacity as family and friends, as well as young children awaited eagarly for the start of the night.
"Witches and Wizards of all ages! Welcome, welcome!" Professor Dumbledore greeted with a huge grin on his face. The crowd cheered.
"Well, with no further ado, let me introduce the first group, who will be performing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!" The lights dimmed and the crowd hushed, as the first scene began.
Backstage, the Slytherin/Gryffindor team was running around doing their final preparations. Hermione sat backstage in her own changing room, looking at her reflection in the mirror. There was a quite knock on the door, snapping Hermione back into realitly.
"Come in!" She called. No reply. She got up and opened the door. There, floating in mid-air were a dozen white roses. She took them in her hands, finding a small white card.
[ Good Luck! ] Was all that was written. She look around, seeing no one that she thought would've given her the roses. After closing the door, she put the roses in a vase of water, admiring their beauty. Another knock came.
"15 minutes Ms. Granger!" McGonagall's voice said.
"Okay!" Hermione answered. Quickly she forgot about the roses and put on her first costume, a ragged long brown skirt with a grey sweater, with a blue apron overlaping. Her hair was loosly tied back. She was ready, all she was waiting for was her cue.
"Cinderella!" The screechy voice of Pansy, playing Cinderella's evil step-sister,"I need my laundry done!"
The play was starting. Hermione took in a deep breath and ran on stage.
"Coming!" She called in a sing-songy voice.
"Cinderella!" Millicent's voice came next, "My breakfast!"
"Yes mother!"
"Cinderella!" This time, it was Blaise, Cinderella's second evil step-sister, "I can't find my slippers!"
Then the sound of a doorbell was heard.
"CINDERELLA!" The three voices screamed simultaniously. The play went smoothy from there. Everyone remembered their lines, and the switch of costumes were quick and easy. Being the fairy godmother, Parvati (with permission from Dumbledore) was allowed to use magic to change Cinderella into a princess for the ball. Hermione dress was gorgeous. It was sky blue colour, that looked ravishing with her body figure. With real glass slippers, Hermione began the entrance to the ball scene.
"Father, who is that girl?" Draco began his lines, sitting in between Ron and Lavender, dressed in the clothes fit only for a prince.
"I do not know, my son," Ron followed. Draco stood up from his throne, and walked slowly to where Hermione stood.
"May I have this dance?" Draco said perfectly, bowing down, as he held his hand out. Right on cue, the lights dimmed, and soft instrumental music was heard. Draco took Hermione's hand in his, and placed it on his shoulder, as he wrapped his own hand around her waist. The two began to twirl gracefully around the stage floor. They never looked away, but kept eye contact the entire time. Draco was so caught up in the moment, that he leaned in slowly, wanting to feel her lips on his.
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so?! what do y'all think?! now don't forget to review and tell all your friends to read and review as well! I'll post up the next chapter when i get 60 or more reviews (in total!) well hope y'all liked this chapter! and the more reviews i get...the faster i put up the next chapter!!!
-Baby T
A/N: okay well i didn't get the 60 reviews that i wanted :( but i'm putting up the next chapter cuz ppl are e-mailing me and yelling at me to put up a chapter! so here's the next installment...but please review and tell your friends about the story and tell them to review, and let them tell THEIR friends and let THEIR friends review and so on and so on! lol...i ain't gonna put up the next chapter after this until i get loads more reviews!!! i luv getting reviews! it means that y'all like the story!!! (and the faster i put up the next chapter!!!!)
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Weeks passed and school lessons where coming along slowly, and so where the two plays. Dumbledore was quite pleased with the progess from each group. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's play "The Seven Drawfs" had already prefected the play itself, but their set and costumes were nowhere near finished. The Slytherin and Gryffindor team however was almost done their play, and their set was coming along very nicely. All their costumes where designed and measured for the right fit.
Opening night was only two weeks away.
Hermione was up in the library, when her peace was inturrupted.
"Hey Hermione," a deep voice said. Hermione looked up slowly, until her eyes meet with those exquiste silver eyes.
"Draco," she whispered,"What are you doing here?"
"Well, we haven't really seen each other much, other than during rehearsels, so..."
He sat next to her on the couch, and turned to look at her. He didn't speak, but ran his fingers through her soft, silky brown hair. Her heart leapt as his fingers touched her skin, and it sent chills all throughtout her body. It wasn't the type of chills, that someone got when they were frightened, but the type of chills when something that you've always yearned for was finally happening. She couldn't fight the feeling, but she didn't want to give into him.
"Hermione," Draco murmured into her ear. He moved her hair over and nuzzled into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, and let him take over.
Minutes later, Draco pulled away, Hermione's sweet perfume lingering around him. Hermione got up and left, still not saying anything to him, not even a goodnight.
' She's playing hard to get,' Draco thought, sighing. He didn't know what had come over him, but ever since the year before, he'd grown to tolerate Hermione. Everything about her, he suddenly noticed. The new look, the straight hair, the slightest use of make-up. Even the fact that she had started working out. When it was announced that she would play Cinderella, he couldn't have thought of a better way to get closer to her, and eventually tell all. Unfortunately, she wasn't making it easy for him. He would be so close, then she'd pull away, leaving him further than before.
2 weeks later, on opening night.
The Great Hall had been re-arranged. The four long tables weren't there, but where replaced with hundreds of single chairs. In front, the table that usually sat the staff of Hogwarts, was now a medium sized black stage, with curtains, and hanging lights. The Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff team was the first to perform that Satuday night, just before Christmas. The Great Hall was filled to capacity as family and friends, as well as young children awaited eagarly for the start of the night.
"Witches and Wizards of all ages! Welcome, welcome!" Professor Dumbledore greeted with a huge grin on his face. The crowd cheered.
"Well, with no further ado, let me introduce the first group, who will be performing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!" The lights dimmed and the crowd hushed, as the first scene began.
Backstage, the Slytherin/Gryffindor team was running around doing their final preparations. Hermione sat backstage in her own changing room, looking at her reflection in the mirror. There was a quite knock on the door, snapping Hermione back into realitly.
"Come in!" She called. No reply. She got up and opened the door. There, floating in mid-air were a dozen white roses. She took them in her hands, finding a small white card.
[ Good Luck! ] Was all that was written. She look around, seeing no one that she thought would've given her the roses. After closing the door, she put the roses in a vase of water, admiring their beauty. Another knock came.
"15 minutes Ms. Granger!" McGonagall's voice said.
"Okay!" Hermione answered. Quickly she forgot about the roses and put on her first costume, a ragged long brown skirt with a grey sweater, with a blue apron overlaping. Her hair was loosly tied back. She was ready, all she was waiting for was her cue.
"Cinderella!" The screechy voice of Pansy, playing Cinderella's evil step-sister,"I need my laundry done!"
The play was starting. Hermione took in a deep breath and ran on stage.
"Coming!" She called in a sing-songy voice.
"Cinderella!" Millicent's voice came next, "My breakfast!"
"Yes mother!"
"Cinderella!" This time, it was Blaise, Cinderella's second evil step-sister, "I can't find my slippers!"
Then the sound of a doorbell was heard.
"CINDERELLA!" The three voices screamed simultaniously. The play went smoothy from there. Everyone remembered their lines, and the switch of costumes were quick and easy. Being the fairy godmother, Parvati (with permission from Dumbledore) was allowed to use magic to change Cinderella into a princess for the ball. Hermione dress was gorgeous. It was sky blue colour, that looked ravishing with her body figure. With real glass slippers, Hermione began the entrance to the ball scene.
"Father, who is that girl?" Draco began his lines, sitting in between Ron and Lavender, dressed in the clothes fit only for a prince.
"I do not know, my son," Ron followed. Draco stood up from his throne, and walked slowly to where Hermione stood.
"May I have this dance?" Draco said perfectly, bowing down, as he held his hand out. Right on cue, the lights dimmed, and soft instrumental music was heard. Draco took Hermione's hand in his, and placed it on his shoulder, as he wrapped his own hand around her waist. The two began to twirl gracefully around the stage floor. They never looked away, but kept eye contact the entire time. Draco was so caught up in the moment, that he leaned in slowly, wanting to feel her lips on his.
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so?! what do y'all think?! now don't forget to review and tell all your friends to read and review as well! I'll post up the next chapter when i get 60 or more reviews (in total!) well hope y'all liked this chapter! and the more reviews i get...the faster i put up the next chapter!!!
-Baby T