Note: about where I get my quotes. I pick them up from here and there. I have millions. I love them. I'm addicted to the written word. To quotes. To anything. I love it. About Liam. I kind of dropped him out for a little while. You could say he is 'lying low.' BUT, he will be back. He appears briefly in this chapter.
Chapter Thirteen:
No reason
"Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me." - Hope Floats
Hermione stepped down the steps of her dormitory dressed in a crimson gown that swept the floor when she walked. Her brown hair was done up in a French twist. Her face was not decorated with all that make-up, but was left natural.
Harry and Ron waited for her at the foot of the stairs, both in dress robes. Harry smiled as soon as he saw her, "Why Hermione, you've blossomed!"
"They grow up so fast," Ron sniffed. "I just can't stand it."
Hermione laughed, "So, you both think I look good?"
"Absolutely ravishing," Harry commented. "Are you trying to impress someone?"
They all moved towards the common room door. "No," Hermione said as if the idea was insane. "Of course not."
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The great hall was done in Christmas decorations. The ceiling was charmed so snow fell lightly from it, sprinkling the ground with white droplets. The snow looked like white butterflies falling softly to perch themselves on the table, the ground, wherever fit necessary.
Hermione was again struck by the beauty of the great hall. The professors out did themselves each year. She led herself over to the bar where she got some fruit punch. She didn't come with a date, so she had no one to dance with while Harry and Ron were dancing with Lavender and Parvati.
Hermione lowered into one of the chairs, her eyes scanning the crowd. One specific figure caught her attention.
Draco was on the other side of the great hall talking to his friends; Liam, Blaise, Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe. Pansy was hanging onto Liam's arm, obviously she had gotten over her 'thing' for Draco or maybe she just liked both of them.
Hermione stopped that train of though. Pansy was actually 'nice' this year. Or the kindest she had ever been before. So, Hermione couldn't really make fun of her, even if she did act like a slut from time to time.
Hermione watched as Pansy's arms flailed. She was obviously explaining something very funny, because Blaise was doubled over in gales of laughter. While, Draco on the other hand didn't find it humorous at all. As if feeling her thinking about him, Draco jerked his head towards her. Her melted chocolate brown eyes met his gunmetal grey ones.
Hermione glanced away when she heard a loud crash from across the hall. Someone had apparently dripped another student as a joke. Hermione looked away uninterested only to find that Draco was no longer over by Pansy and company.
Hermione sighed, taking another drink of her fruit punch. He probably went of to dance with one of those beautiful new girls. What were their names again, Nikki, Catherine, Melissa. Something to that effect.
Her eyes trailed to a table just a little ways away from hers. She saw one lone figure sitting at it. He was sketching something. A picture of mountains, beautiful mountains. She faintly wondered which ones they were.
Hermione turned to look out at the dance floor, only to have a black wall of cloth blocking her view. She looked up into the extraordinary eyes of Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just came to talk." He sat down in front of her.
"What are you doing? Your reputation is at stake here!"
"Hey, I thought we were friends? Besides, I'm not worried about mine, if you aren't worried about yours."
"No, I guess I'm not," Hermione shrugged. "I don't really have a reputation anyway."
"Sure you do, you are one of the wonder boy's best friends."
"Yea, and that's why he asked me to dance," Hermione snorted.
"You want to dance?" Draco asked.
"With you? Or just in general?" Hermione was till watching Harry and Parvati dance to a slow song.
"With me."
Hermione turned to look at him, "Sure," she smiled and they both stood.
Draco led her onto the dance floor; his arms going around her waist. "I feel like I have done this before."
"We have. It's just that last time it was a little more romantic with the moonlight and all," Hermione whispered against his chest.
Don't go changing, trying to please me
You never let me down before
I don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
Hermione relaxed into Draco's arms, nobody around them existed anymore. Or at least to her they didn't. She didn't know what Draco was thinking at the moment.
Draco's eyes had closed. Hermione's perfume filled his senses, moonlight and roses. But, he had no clue what he was doing. This was going to get him in so much trouble with his dad, like he wasn't in trouble enough already. All that he had learned seemed to not matter anymore.
He had started out asking Hermione for help finding out where the ring is. It developed into a sort of friendship bond. Or at least they weren't at each others neck any more for the smallest reasons. Hermione wasn't an aggravation anymore. She was Hermione.
He tried to reason out why he was dancing with her at that very moment, but all in all, nothing stable came to him. Nothing that could get him out of trouble.
Le Coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point…
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
I don't want clever conversation
I don't want to work that hard
I just want some someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.
Hermione smiled as they slowly danced to the music. It floated through her, around her and within her. The soft feeling of Draco's robe beneath her grasp. The gentle breeze that drifted through the room, so it wouldn't get to stuffy, blew her hair slightly.
I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.
I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from my heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.
Hermione pulled away as the song ended, "Thank you for the dance."
"My pleasure," and Draco slipped away.
Hermione walked back over to her chair, sat down and couldn't stop smiling through out the rest of the dance.
Here in your arms, where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
~Sting
Note: Hermione and/ or Draco may have seemed out of character. But, I'm sorry. I am just in that mood. I apologize greatly. But, I myself am ready for some romance between them.
Besides, I have a reason for Hermione going all dreamy. Just think about it. You are sitting all alone at a table while your friends dance and then! Draco, we all know how cute he is, well Draco asks you to dance. I think I'd faint. Lol. Well, anyway. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter even though they might be a bit out of character.
The song belonged to Barry white. If you've heard it. Just ignore the way he sings it. We all have imaginations here, lets pretend it was wonderful sung in today's type singing. If you like it, I have to admit it is a very pretty song. I'm listening to it write now.
Le Coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point: the heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing ~ Pascal
I am pretty sure that is correct. I looked it up in a book. A published book. Lol. Anyway, if it's not please correct me. To those who offered to help me with my French. Thank you! I think this is correct or I would have asked you. But I read it in a book and had to use it and since it was like this I figured it was correct.
My goal is 260. And if you are nice, 265. Please! ~~~~
DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT COLOR RAVENCLAW WEARS???!!!
AND HOW DO YOU SPELL SNAPE'S FIRST NAME? IS IT SEREVUS?
I tried to find it in the book, but my search was futile. I found nothing. I'm sorry to be asking you this, but I haven't read the books in so long and you just can't find anything by scanning them.