Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot. The songs from the last chapter were as follows:
Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne and Air Force Ones by Nelly.
I'm not gonna do any more shout outs cuz of something on my comp I can't control which limits me to only a few times on this program, then I can't use it anymore!! By the way, the song is called Eyes Closed So Tight by I honestly don't know who, but ya….it doesn't belong to me!
Students were swarming around a bulletin board outside of the Great Hall. It said:
Spring Formal Dance
7:00-12:00 pm two weeks from this Saturday
Casual clothes are mandatory if you plan to attend.
You may purchase these clothes one week from this Saturday at Hogsmeade.
"Do you want to go with me, Mione?" Draco asked.
"Of course," she said.
They counted down the days until Hogsmeade. The days dragged by slowly. Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Astronomy, Muggle Studies, every day went the same. Before long, the Hogsmeade weekend had arrived. Once they had gotten by Filch, they started talking about what they wanted to wear, if they wanted to match, if they didn't care, if they wanted to surprise each other. He grabbed her hand. "I think we should surprise each other," she said, spotting Harry and Ron coming their way. "I kind of feel bad because I used to hang around Harry and Ron so much and now I don't."
"It's okay," he said. "I understand. How about we meet in the Three Broomsticks in two hours?"
"Deal," she said.
She walked up to Harry and Ron. "Hi guys," she said.
"Hi," Harry said.
"Hi Hermione," Ron said.
"Are you guys mad at me?" she asked, sensing some coldness in the air.
"Only slightly hurt," Ron said.
"Ron, she's ditched us for our enemy! How can you ONLY be slightly hurt? I'm honestly so pissed off at her I'm not planning on speaking to her," Harry said.
"Harry," Ron said. "Give her a break. She can't help falling in love with somebody."
"Yes she can," he said coldly.
Hermione bit her lip and stopped. Ron stopped a few steps ahead of her. Harry kept walking. Ron looked at Hermione, then Harry, then Hermione again. He shrugged and said, "Sorry Hermione." He ran and caught up to Harry, not looking back.
She sat down on a bench and buried her face in her hands. Tears ran down her face. "What's wrong, Hermione?" someone said, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Hermione looked up to see Pansy Parkinson staring at her. "Nothing," Hermione said.
"Did Draco finally break it to you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, obviously not."
"Pansy, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, you don't know, so what you don't know can't hurt you."
"Tell me, Pansy!"
Pansy walked away in her mini skirt, tube top, and high heels.
Hermione waked around looking for Draco. She found him in a clothing shop talking to some of his teammates from the Slytherin Quiddich team. He saw her and walked over to her. "Hermione, are you okay?"
She just started to cry more. He hugged her. "Shhh," he said, stroking her hair. "Calm down." He kissed her head.
They just stood there until her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Harry. Mad. Pansy. Acting. Weird," was all she could get out.
"Breathe," he said. "Or I'll have to do CPR again."
She laughed a little. He kissed her. "Now will you tell me?"
"Can't," she said.
"Why?"
"Whenever you kiss me you take my breath away again."
He just looked at her. She smiled at him. "Okay," she said. "Harry isn't talking to me because he said I ditched him and Ron for their enemy, and Ron is just siding with Harry. Pansy is asking me if you finally broke it to me and I don't know what she's talking about."
"Harry's just a little sensitive right now," Draco said. "He has been all year. And for what Pansy was saying, she's jealous and she wants me back but its not gonna happen. She's trying to break us up."
Hermione just nodded and Draco gave her a big hug. "So I take it our outfits aren't going to be a surprise?"
"Nope," Hermione said.
"Darn," Draco said, laughing.
**A week later**
It was ten minutes before the dance. Hermione was adding the finishing touches to her hair. A perfect French roll to go with her French manicure and pedicure. She was wearing a soft light green strapless dress that fell in ripples at her knees. Her strappy high-heels were the same color, and her necklace was a single diamond pendant on a silver chain. Her earrings were sliver also with a diamond. She wore a silver band on her pinky finger, a ring she had gotten at her first communion. She had intricately done her makeup. She walked downstairs to see Draco in khaki pants, black shoes, and a white shirt. His hair had been cut and spiked, and he wore a simple green tie. "You look wonderful, Mione," he said, eyeing her up and down.
"Thank you," she said, and looked at him. "You look quite stunning yourself."
"Thank you," he said. "Let's be going, shall we?"
He offered her his arm, and she linked arms with him. They headed down the hall to the Great Hall. Harry didn't look at Hermione, and Ron didn't talk to her, but looked at her and gaped at her. Hermione laid her head on Draco's shoulder. "Tired?" he asked.
"Anxious, excited, thinking," she said.
"Ah," he said. "Are you expecting something to happen?"
"Maybe," she said, grinning.
"Just wait and see," was all he said in response.
When they got through the doors, they walked out on to the dance floor. A slow song was playing.
**All those nights that we kissed are the nights that I miss, holding hands, I'm your man, for sure. We were young but secure what we had was so pure, innocence ever since, we spoke.
Why do we fall in love when love will only tear us apart, back then the world was ours and everything was so right…oh we were kissing with our eyes closed so tight, so young and feeling so right, never thought that we could do wrong…oh we were kissing with our eyes closed so tight, so young and feeling so right, I can't believe that those days are gone…**
Hermione looked at Draco. "I love this song," she said.
"I'm liking it more every minute," he said.
He hugged her closer and she laid her head on his shoulder. He rested his cheek against her head, both of them had their eyes closed. They felt like it was only them out on the dance floor, only them dancing so close, only them never wanting the song to end. She sensed some eyes watching them but she ignored them and listened to the music again.
**We danced so close we held on tight, I never knew that love could feel so right. We dances so slow we danced all night, thinking that tomorrow would be bright. We kissed goodnight you walked on by, the vision of your shadow caught my eye. My life stood still you went inside, I never got to say my last good bye…..say good bye…..**
She looked up at him. He looked back at her. Their faces were close, her eyes fluttered shut. Their lips met.
**Oh we were kissing with our eyes closed so tight, so young and feeling so right, never thought that we could do wrong…oh we were kissing with our eyes closed so tight, so young and feeling so right, I can't believe that those days are gone…**
They kept kissing, soft, gentle, angel-like kisses. The perfect kind of kiss for a moment like this. She loved it.
**Damn………**
The song was over. The two pulled apart slowly. The rest of the night went by in a kiss-filled blur.
I loved it!! R&R plzz!!
**SrSk8er78**
