Just a little thing about the war: Even if you are for or against it,
please SUPPORT OUR TROOPS! They are out there and losing their lives, so
we need to let them know that we are supporting them, and we are thankful
for their dedication and sacrifice to protect us.
All right, for the first time in my existence, I'm posting replies to some reviews because I'm too lazy to actually email them to the person. I love you all, I just need to reply or answer some questions. I hope that I'll be able to write each reviewer something before the end of the story.
Star Angel - If Draco ever needs a girlfriend . . . I'll turn to ME! Yes, Tom Felton is a hottie, but I think he's too young for me. *tear*
Pyr0-PiXie - I do realize that Harry and Draco became friends faster than hydrochloric acid dissolves zinc (chemistry-ness), but I needed to speed some things along. Besides, they'll probably become enemies again when Harry and Hermione go to the Yule Ball (oops, darn, now you know what's going to happen!) and at the Battle of the Bands later in the story.
Oh, and for Draco's band, I really wanted Streamlined Pyromaniatic (?) Green Fire Dragon Haze . . . but it didn't appeal to anyone I know. . . I wonder why? Well, to know what Draco's band is called, read on! (Draco's band isn't mentioned until Chapter 5, but still, READ ON!)
To get to the non-existent point, the songfic at the end of this chapter, entitled Nice Sweater a.k.a. The Sweater Story is completely separate, and just something I wanted to write.
Thanks to all the reviewers! You love me, you really, really love me! *smooch, smooch*
Without further interruptions, here is chapter four!
CHAPTER FOUR ~ The Yule Ball ~
The next day, the three girls walked down to the Great Hall pulling feathers out of their hair.
Ron and Harry stared at them in disbelief.
"Uh, gals, um, no offense, but you don't look too good." Ron stated.
"Yeah, do you guys feel okay?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione replied. "Just a little, you know, DOWN in the mouth!"
The three girls giggled as they started to eat.
~~~~~
The group walked down to the Potions classroom when they were done eating breakfast, only to have their spirits dampened by Professor Snape.
The Gryffindors were faring slightly better, now that Hermione had joined them. Snape, however, still preferred his own House, so Potions was still living hell if you weren't a Slytherin.
Harry had an extreme desire to talk to Hermione, but the pairings for Potions class were Slytherin/Gryffindor, so Hermione joined her brother while Harry worked with Goyle.
While cutting ingredients, Harry glanced over at Hermione's table to see what she was doing. She and Draco were measuring ingredients, and occasionally Draco would lean over and pull a feather from Hermione's hair. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, quite unlike Harry.
Sighing, Harry turned back to his cauldron and resigned himself to another horrible Potions class.
~~~~~
Even though Harry had never noticed before, Hermione seemed to never have a free moment for her best friend. During practices, Harry always tried to talk to her at a short break, but it seemed she was always talking to some guy or girl. Harry thought he would never be able to talk to her about what happened at the dance.
~~~~~
The dance, and everything else, for that matter, was erased from Harry's mind, however, when the professors started to pile on homework.
Professor McGonagall stated the cause after a particularly rigorous Transfiguration lesson: the N.E.W.T.s.
"But, Professor, those aren't until the end of the YEAR!" Ron insisted.
"Well, that gives you plenty of time to prepare, doesn't it, Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall replied.
And that was why Harry was found on most nights with a pile of books next to his guitar as he studied earnestly.
~~~~~
It was in mid-November that Dumbledore announced that the Yule Ball would take place on Christmas Eve, beginning with dinner at 6 o'clock. 'Great,' Harry thought, 'Now I have to find a way to ask Hermione to the Ball.'
Harry sullenly ate his dinner, not looking away from his plate, so he didn't see the glances Hermione was sending his way.
~~~~~
"Oh! I want to ask him, but what if he says no?" Hermione asked late one night in the girls' dorm.
"Go for it. The worst thing that can happen is he would reject you." Lavender insisted.
"He could cause Hermione serious psychological problems! Emotional anguish! Mental trauma!" Parvati exclaimed.
"Oh stuff it you two. All right, I'm going to ask him. But I'll bring some homework down to deter him." Hermione stated.
"Sure, whatever." Lavender replied, examining her newly painted fingernails.
"Good luck!" Parvati added, giving Hermione a kind smile.
"Thanks!" Hermione said, grabbing her History of Magic book as she opened the door.
~~~~~
'Yup. I'm going to ask her. Tonight.' Harry thought to himself as he was writing his Potions essay.
And then, as if by magic (heehee), Hermione was standing before him. Harry lay down his quill.
"Hi Hermione." Harry said in a slightly shaky voice.
"Hi Harry." Hermione replied. "I was wondering . . . would you like to go to the Ball with me?"
"What?" Harry asked. And then it hit him. SHE had asked him. "NO! NO! NO!" Harry ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath.
He glanced at Hermione, who was staring at him in disbelief. "Um, you didn't have to be so blatant about it." She said tearfully.
Harry realized that he had spoken out loud. "Oh, I DO want to go with you, but I wanted to ask YOU. Come back and I'll ask you, okay?"
Hermione gave him a puzzled look, but agreed. She walked about five feet way, turned around, and walked up to Harry.
"Hi Harry."
"Hi Hermione. Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Err . . . yes?"
"Is that a question?"
"NO . . . it's a YES, yes."
"Great." Harry replied, and smiled. He returned to his Potions homework, unable to wipe the foolish grin off of his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat in the seat next to him.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"You're insane."
Harry laughed and smiled at Hermione. Hermione returned his smile, and both returned to their homework.
~~~~~
The swarm of boys asking Hermione to go to the Ball was expected, and Hermione quickly spread the fact that she was going to the Ball with Harry. Soon, Harry and Hermione were considered one of Hogwarts' most famous couples, despite the fact that they had not been on a single date together.
~~~~~
Two weeks before the Ball, Harry was unable to sleep, so he decided to go down to the common room and sit in front of the fire.
As he was walking down the stairs, Harry heard a piano being played. Puzzled, he decided to investigate.
Harry entered the common room, and stood, shocked at the sight and beauty of the music.
Hermione was playing a song, and when she started to sing, Harry was stunned by her beautiful voice.
"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, And tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions, Oh, let's go back to the start."
Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the music calm him.
"Nobody said it was easy, Oh, it's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, No one ever said it would be so hard. I'm going back to the start."
As Hermione played the last chord, Harry opened his eyes to find her brown ones staring at him.
"Hi Harry." Hermione said softly. Harry couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in her simple pajamas.
"Hermione . . . that was . . . amazing." Harry whispered.
Hermione blushed and give him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight Harry." She said as she walked back up the stairs.
Harry stood, stunned from her simple action. Shaking himself, Harry walked up the stairs to his own dormitory. The Ball couldn't come sooner.
~~~~~
Harry's wish came true, and it seemed that the next two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Christmas vacation started, and Harry and Ron found themselves dragged all over Hogsmeade at Hermione and Lavender shopped for dresses and makeup.
Stratagem's band practices increased, since they were planning on competing in the Battle of the Bands in January. The three were often found in the common room, rocking as hard as they could, perfecting their songs.
~~~~~
On Christmas Eve, however, Harry felt that time had stopped, and 6 'o'clock would never come.
Hermione and Lavender, after eating a hurried breakfast, barricaded themselves in their dormitory and refused entrance to anyone as they primped in preparation for the Ball.
Harry and Ron, once again forced to wait for their dates, decided to learn some Christmas carols on their instruments. By 5:00, they had learned over 10.
Succumbing to their responsibilities, Harry and Ron made their way up to their dormitory to change into their suits. Hermione and Lavender had chosen the outfits, and Harry enjoyed his tuxedo, complete with tails, but had to laugh at Ron's ensemble.
Lavender had chosen a white tuxedo for Ron, which made him look like a groom.
"So, who's the bride, hey, Ron?" Harry joked.
"Shut the fuck up." Ron replied.
Harry smiled but didn't push him. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit, Hermione had good taste. She had chosen a white shirt and black tie to go with the tux, and Harry thought he looked quite dashing. When Ron was ready, they both walked down the stairs to wait for Lavender and Hermione.
~~~~~
At 5:45, the sound of footsteps on the stairs caused Harry and Ron to turn.
When they saw their dates, Harry and Ron's jaws dropped, and their brains ceased to work.
The girls were beautiful. Harry looked over Lavender and thought she looked very pretty, but when his gaze shifted to Hermione, his eyes almost fell out of his head.
Hermione had pulled her hair into an elegant bun in the back of her head, leaving two curls to hand around her face. She was wearing makeup, but it didn't make her look made up, but rather accented her already beautiful features.
And her DRESS! Harry was afraid he was drooling as he continued gazing down her body. She had chosen to wear a spaghetti-strap dress, unlike the strapless Lavender was wearing. The dress was made of black silk and clung to her curves. With her strappy black heels, Hermione looked . . . stunning.
Walking over to Harry, Hermione gave him a small smile.
"Hi Harry." She said sweetly.
"Hermione . . . you look . . . so beautiful." Harry stated.
"Thank you. Want to go?" She replied, smiling.
"Sure."
Hermione took Harry's hand and they walked down to the Great Hall, accompanied by Ron and Hermione.
~~~~~
The dinner was delicious. One end of the Great Hall was filled with small tables for 6, so Draco and his date, a Ravenclaw 7th year, joined Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender.
After the dinner, the dance started, but Harry and Hermione stayed at the table, too deep in their conversation to dance.
~~~~~
"The Cannons are the best Quidditch team." Harry said.
"You know, I think that Ron has been a bad influence on you." Hermione replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh really?"
"Really really."
"Fine. Who do you like the best?"
"Bulgaria."
"HA! That's only because you like Krum." Harry stated.
Hermione looked shocked. "Uh . . . no. He was such a spoiled brat at Durmstrang."
"Okay, okay, forget I said anything."
~~~~~
Harry and Hermione continued chatting until a slow song started to play.
"So, Harry, can I ask you to dance or are you so chauvinistic that you have to ask me?" Hermione questioned.
"No, you can ask me."
"Good. Wanna dance?"
"Okay."
Hermione smiled as she led him to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist.
Resuming the same procedure as at the last dance, the pair started to revolve in circles, no longer speaking. It was like someone had turned off the conversation button as they enjoyed each other's presence in silence.
~~~~~
Harry couldn't help but notice how soft the skin of her bare back felt against his hand, and how wonderful her hair smelled, a beautiful concoction of passionflower and rosemary.
And as he felt her light breathing on his neck, Harry had the extreme desire to kiss her: an urge that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore. Instead, he light kissed the top of her head; he would have to wait a little longer to feel her lips against his.
~~~~~
When the song ended, Harry and Hermione sat down and continued their conversation. This time, however, Hermione had her head on Harry's shoulder, and Harry had placed his arm around her.
~~~~~
At the next slow song, Harry asked Hermione to dance, and she accepted immediately.
Out on the dance floor, the two found heaven in each other's arms.
~~~~~
At the end of the dance, Hermione raised her head and looked at Harry, wondering how she never realized how green his eyes were.
"Would you like to go outside?" She asked.
"Sure." Harry replied.
~~~~~
The pair walked outside, and was momentarily shocked by the beauty of it.
The grounds have been converted to a winter wonderland, with ice sculptures and beautiful marble statues.
Harry and Hermione started to walk down on of the garden paths, and soon they were talking and laughing, simple enjoying being with each other.
~~~~~
As they rounded a corner, Hermione gasped. In front of them was a huge ice sculpture in the shape of a unicorn, glittering in the moonlight. It looked otherworldly, sparkling in the light of the stars.
Amazed, Hermione walked up to the marvel. It was then that Harry noticed her shivering.
"Hermione, are you cold?" He asked, worriedly.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around herself. "Oh, no, not really." She replied as she tried to suppress another shiver attack.
"Come here." Harry said as he started to unbutton his jacket.
Confused, Hermione walked back to Harry as he took off the tailcoat.
"Turn around." He said softly.
Understanding his intentions, Hermione complied and allowed him to put his jacket on her.
"Thanks Harry." She said as she turned to face him once more.
Harry could see the stars in her eyes, and it was only then that he realized how close they were. Harry couldn't move. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and, without thinking, he leaned down and placed his lips against hers.
It was no more than a light brush of his lips against hers, but Harry thought it was the best kiss he ever had.
Pulling away, he opened his eyes to gaze at Hermione. Her eyes were still closed, and she was wearing a small smile. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at Harry and uttered one word: "Magic."
Harry's lips met hers in another kiss. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him, wanting to feel her against him. Hermione's hands reached around his shoulders as she ran her fingers through his hair, causing Harry to moan softly. Wanting to feel her skin, Harry slid his hands under the coat, hearing Hermione gasp from the feel of his hands against her bare back.
Reluctantly, Harry ended the kiss, knowing someone could find them at any moment.
Sighing, Hermione placed her head on Harry's chest, reveling in the feel of his arms around her.
Kissing the top of her head, Harry knew he would have to admit it sooner or later: he had fallen in love with Hermione Malfoy.
~ THE END ~
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter done. I had a mild case of Writer's Block, so the first part of the chapter is reeking with awful literature. However, the main part was the dance, so I was just hurrying through one month of Hogwarts to get to the dance, because I don't believe in simply skipping from October to December. Nope, doesn't work.
I would like to acknowledge some movies that inspired me for some of these lines: Return to Me and Shrek. If you know about the movies, you probably know which lines are from the movie.
Anyways, I think I still have the Writer's Block, so please send in your ideas! And review!
Also, would you rather have me write all the review comments and everything before the story, or after? If it's something important about the chapter, I'll put it before, but do you guys want all the regular crap of me just typing away at the end? Let me know!
So, without further ado, here is the little songfic that I was writing about in the beginning of this entire thing.
~ NICE SWEATER ~ a.k.a. The Sweater Story
A Songfic by Goddess Plutonia
(The song used in this fic is "Sadie Hawkins Dance" by Relient K. They're a great band, and the song is great too, so you should get it. NOW!)
It was a Friday night, and Harry and Hermione had decided to stay in the Tower instead of going to Hogsmeade because Hermione wanted to study for the N.E.W.T.s.
Ron and Lavender also decided to stay at Hogwarts, so Hermione and Lavender studied together while Ron and Harry conversed with each other.
Ron had a Quidditch book he was reading, and Harry was playing a new song on his guitar.
"Hey, Ron, what do you think of this?" Harry asked as he started to sing.
"Sadie Hawkins Dance, In my khaki pants, There's nothing better. Oh oh oh! Girls ask the guys, It's always a surprise, There's nothing better, Baby, do you like my sweater?"
Harry looked at Ron expectantly as he strummed the last chord.
"So, what do you think?"
"I. . . I think you're nuts." Ron replied in disbelief. "Who would like THAT sweater?" Ron added.
Harry looked down at his sweater. Dobby had knitted it for him, and it was a little on the eccentric side. The main color was emerald green with a Firebolt broomstick emblazoned on the front, surrounded by flames.
"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.
Ron shook his head and went back to reading his book.
3 minutes later, Hermione walked over to Harry and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Hi Harry. I'm feeling kind of hungry. Do you want to go down to the kitchens with me?" She asked.
"Sure." Harry replied. He stood up and placed his guitar on his empty chair.
Harry turned to face Hermione, who was wearing an amused expression on her face.
"What?" Harry asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione replied. "Nice sweater."
~ THE END ~
That was just a random thing that I wrote. I was addicted to the song, so I decided to write a little fic about it. Just randomness. You don't have to review on it if you don't want to, because I just wrote it for personal satisfaction.
Anywho, I think the next chapter is going to take me awhile because I need to think up some more ideas, remember, YOUR IDEAS HELP, so send them in, and then I'll try to get you a chapter as soon as I can.
CHAPTER PREVIEW
Chapter Five: I Want to Rock and Roll All Night (the title will most likely change)
There's a Battle of the Bands . . . Harry's band, and Draco's band . . . who's going to win? I have no idea. Maybe some stuff about a . . . DATE?
All right, for the first time in my existence, I'm posting replies to some reviews because I'm too lazy to actually email them to the person. I love you all, I just need to reply or answer some questions. I hope that I'll be able to write each reviewer something before the end of the story.
Star Angel - If Draco ever needs a girlfriend . . . I'll turn to ME! Yes, Tom Felton is a hottie, but I think he's too young for me. *tear*
Pyr0-PiXie - I do realize that Harry and Draco became friends faster than hydrochloric acid dissolves zinc (chemistry-ness), but I needed to speed some things along. Besides, they'll probably become enemies again when Harry and Hermione go to the Yule Ball (oops, darn, now you know what's going to happen!) and at the Battle of the Bands later in the story.
Oh, and for Draco's band, I really wanted Streamlined Pyromaniatic (?) Green Fire Dragon Haze . . . but it didn't appeal to anyone I know. . . I wonder why? Well, to know what Draco's band is called, read on! (Draco's band isn't mentioned until Chapter 5, but still, READ ON!)
To get to the non-existent point, the songfic at the end of this chapter, entitled Nice Sweater a.k.a. The Sweater Story is completely separate, and just something I wanted to write.
Thanks to all the reviewers! You love me, you really, really love me! *smooch, smooch*
Without further interruptions, here is chapter four!
CHAPTER FOUR ~ The Yule Ball ~
The next day, the three girls walked down to the Great Hall pulling feathers out of their hair.
Ron and Harry stared at them in disbelief.
"Uh, gals, um, no offense, but you don't look too good." Ron stated.
"Yeah, do you guys feel okay?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione replied. "Just a little, you know, DOWN in the mouth!"
The three girls giggled as they started to eat.
~~~~~
The group walked down to the Potions classroom when they were done eating breakfast, only to have their spirits dampened by Professor Snape.
The Gryffindors were faring slightly better, now that Hermione had joined them. Snape, however, still preferred his own House, so Potions was still living hell if you weren't a Slytherin.
Harry had an extreme desire to talk to Hermione, but the pairings for Potions class were Slytherin/Gryffindor, so Hermione joined her brother while Harry worked with Goyle.
While cutting ingredients, Harry glanced over at Hermione's table to see what she was doing. She and Draco were measuring ingredients, and occasionally Draco would lean over and pull a feather from Hermione's hair. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, quite unlike Harry.
Sighing, Harry turned back to his cauldron and resigned himself to another horrible Potions class.
~~~~~
Even though Harry had never noticed before, Hermione seemed to never have a free moment for her best friend. During practices, Harry always tried to talk to her at a short break, but it seemed she was always talking to some guy or girl. Harry thought he would never be able to talk to her about what happened at the dance.
~~~~~
The dance, and everything else, for that matter, was erased from Harry's mind, however, when the professors started to pile on homework.
Professor McGonagall stated the cause after a particularly rigorous Transfiguration lesson: the N.E.W.T.s.
"But, Professor, those aren't until the end of the YEAR!" Ron insisted.
"Well, that gives you plenty of time to prepare, doesn't it, Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall replied.
And that was why Harry was found on most nights with a pile of books next to his guitar as he studied earnestly.
~~~~~
It was in mid-November that Dumbledore announced that the Yule Ball would take place on Christmas Eve, beginning with dinner at 6 o'clock. 'Great,' Harry thought, 'Now I have to find a way to ask Hermione to the Ball.'
Harry sullenly ate his dinner, not looking away from his plate, so he didn't see the glances Hermione was sending his way.
~~~~~
"Oh! I want to ask him, but what if he says no?" Hermione asked late one night in the girls' dorm.
"Go for it. The worst thing that can happen is he would reject you." Lavender insisted.
"He could cause Hermione serious psychological problems! Emotional anguish! Mental trauma!" Parvati exclaimed.
"Oh stuff it you two. All right, I'm going to ask him. But I'll bring some homework down to deter him." Hermione stated.
"Sure, whatever." Lavender replied, examining her newly painted fingernails.
"Good luck!" Parvati added, giving Hermione a kind smile.
"Thanks!" Hermione said, grabbing her History of Magic book as she opened the door.
~~~~~
'Yup. I'm going to ask her. Tonight.' Harry thought to himself as he was writing his Potions essay.
And then, as if by magic (heehee), Hermione was standing before him. Harry lay down his quill.
"Hi Hermione." Harry said in a slightly shaky voice.
"Hi Harry." Hermione replied. "I was wondering . . . would you like to go to the Ball with me?"
"What?" Harry asked. And then it hit him. SHE had asked him. "NO! NO! NO!" Harry ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath.
He glanced at Hermione, who was staring at him in disbelief. "Um, you didn't have to be so blatant about it." She said tearfully.
Harry realized that he had spoken out loud. "Oh, I DO want to go with you, but I wanted to ask YOU. Come back and I'll ask you, okay?"
Hermione gave him a puzzled look, but agreed. She walked about five feet way, turned around, and walked up to Harry.
"Hi Harry."
"Hi Hermione. Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Err . . . yes?"
"Is that a question?"
"NO . . . it's a YES, yes."
"Great." Harry replied, and smiled. He returned to his Potions homework, unable to wipe the foolish grin off of his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat in the seat next to him.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"You're insane."
Harry laughed and smiled at Hermione. Hermione returned his smile, and both returned to their homework.
~~~~~
The swarm of boys asking Hermione to go to the Ball was expected, and Hermione quickly spread the fact that she was going to the Ball with Harry. Soon, Harry and Hermione were considered one of Hogwarts' most famous couples, despite the fact that they had not been on a single date together.
~~~~~
Two weeks before the Ball, Harry was unable to sleep, so he decided to go down to the common room and sit in front of the fire.
As he was walking down the stairs, Harry heard a piano being played. Puzzled, he decided to investigate.
Harry entered the common room, and stood, shocked at the sight and beauty of the music.
Hermione was playing a song, and when she started to sing, Harry was stunned by her beautiful voice.
"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, And tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions, Oh, let's go back to the start."
Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the music calm him.
"Nobody said it was easy, Oh, it's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, No one ever said it would be so hard. I'm going back to the start."
As Hermione played the last chord, Harry opened his eyes to find her brown ones staring at him.
"Hi Harry." Hermione said softly. Harry couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in her simple pajamas.
"Hermione . . . that was . . . amazing." Harry whispered.
Hermione blushed and give him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight Harry." She said as she walked back up the stairs.
Harry stood, stunned from her simple action. Shaking himself, Harry walked up the stairs to his own dormitory. The Ball couldn't come sooner.
~~~~~
Harry's wish came true, and it seemed that the next two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Christmas vacation started, and Harry and Ron found themselves dragged all over Hogsmeade at Hermione and Lavender shopped for dresses and makeup.
Stratagem's band practices increased, since they were planning on competing in the Battle of the Bands in January. The three were often found in the common room, rocking as hard as they could, perfecting their songs.
~~~~~
On Christmas Eve, however, Harry felt that time had stopped, and 6 'o'clock would never come.
Hermione and Lavender, after eating a hurried breakfast, barricaded themselves in their dormitory and refused entrance to anyone as they primped in preparation for the Ball.
Harry and Ron, once again forced to wait for their dates, decided to learn some Christmas carols on their instruments. By 5:00, they had learned over 10.
Succumbing to their responsibilities, Harry and Ron made their way up to their dormitory to change into their suits. Hermione and Lavender had chosen the outfits, and Harry enjoyed his tuxedo, complete with tails, but had to laugh at Ron's ensemble.
Lavender had chosen a white tuxedo for Ron, which made him look like a groom.
"So, who's the bride, hey, Ron?" Harry joked.
"Shut the fuck up." Ron replied.
Harry smiled but didn't push him. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit, Hermione had good taste. She had chosen a white shirt and black tie to go with the tux, and Harry thought he looked quite dashing. When Ron was ready, they both walked down the stairs to wait for Lavender and Hermione.
~~~~~
At 5:45, the sound of footsteps on the stairs caused Harry and Ron to turn.
When they saw their dates, Harry and Ron's jaws dropped, and their brains ceased to work.
The girls were beautiful. Harry looked over Lavender and thought she looked very pretty, but when his gaze shifted to Hermione, his eyes almost fell out of his head.
Hermione had pulled her hair into an elegant bun in the back of her head, leaving two curls to hand around her face. She was wearing makeup, but it didn't make her look made up, but rather accented her already beautiful features.
And her DRESS! Harry was afraid he was drooling as he continued gazing down her body. She had chosen to wear a spaghetti-strap dress, unlike the strapless Lavender was wearing. The dress was made of black silk and clung to her curves. With her strappy black heels, Hermione looked . . . stunning.
Walking over to Harry, Hermione gave him a small smile.
"Hi Harry." She said sweetly.
"Hermione . . . you look . . . so beautiful." Harry stated.
"Thank you. Want to go?" She replied, smiling.
"Sure."
Hermione took Harry's hand and they walked down to the Great Hall, accompanied by Ron and Hermione.
~~~~~
The dinner was delicious. One end of the Great Hall was filled with small tables for 6, so Draco and his date, a Ravenclaw 7th year, joined Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender.
After the dinner, the dance started, but Harry and Hermione stayed at the table, too deep in their conversation to dance.
~~~~~
"The Cannons are the best Quidditch team." Harry said.
"You know, I think that Ron has been a bad influence on you." Hermione replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh really?"
"Really really."
"Fine. Who do you like the best?"
"Bulgaria."
"HA! That's only because you like Krum." Harry stated.
Hermione looked shocked. "Uh . . . no. He was such a spoiled brat at Durmstrang."
"Okay, okay, forget I said anything."
~~~~~
Harry and Hermione continued chatting until a slow song started to play.
"So, Harry, can I ask you to dance or are you so chauvinistic that you have to ask me?" Hermione questioned.
"No, you can ask me."
"Good. Wanna dance?"
"Okay."
Hermione smiled as she led him to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist.
Resuming the same procedure as at the last dance, the pair started to revolve in circles, no longer speaking. It was like someone had turned off the conversation button as they enjoyed each other's presence in silence.
~~~~~
Harry couldn't help but notice how soft the skin of her bare back felt against his hand, and how wonderful her hair smelled, a beautiful concoction of passionflower and rosemary.
And as he felt her light breathing on his neck, Harry had the extreme desire to kiss her: an urge that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore. Instead, he light kissed the top of her head; he would have to wait a little longer to feel her lips against his.
~~~~~
When the song ended, Harry and Hermione sat down and continued their conversation. This time, however, Hermione had her head on Harry's shoulder, and Harry had placed his arm around her.
~~~~~
At the next slow song, Harry asked Hermione to dance, and she accepted immediately.
Out on the dance floor, the two found heaven in each other's arms.
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At the end of the dance, Hermione raised her head and looked at Harry, wondering how she never realized how green his eyes were.
"Would you like to go outside?" She asked.
"Sure." Harry replied.
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The pair walked outside, and was momentarily shocked by the beauty of it.
The grounds have been converted to a winter wonderland, with ice sculptures and beautiful marble statues.
Harry and Hermione started to walk down on of the garden paths, and soon they were talking and laughing, simple enjoying being with each other.
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As they rounded a corner, Hermione gasped. In front of them was a huge ice sculpture in the shape of a unicorn, glittering in the moonlight. It looked otherworldly, sparkling in the light of the stars.
Amazed, Hermione walked up to the marvel. It was then that Harry noticed her shivering.
"Hermione, are you cold?" He asked, worriedly.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around herself. "Oh, no, not really." She replied as she tried to suppress another shiver attack.
"Come here." Harry said as he started to unbutton his jacket.
Confused, Hermione walked back to Harry as he took off the tailcoat.
"Turn around." He said softly.
Understanding his intentions, Hermione complied and allowed him to put his jacket on her.
"Thanks Harry." She said as she turned to face him once more.
Harry could see the stars in her eyes, and it was only then that he realized how close they were. Harry couldn't move. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and, without thinking, he leaned down and placed his lips against hers.
It was no more than a light brush of his lips against hers, but Harry thought it was the best kiss he ever had.
Pulling away, he opened his eyes to gaze at Hermione. Her eyes were still closed, and she was wearing a small smile. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at Harry and uttered one word: "Magic."
Harry's lips met hers in another kiss. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him, wanting to feel her against him. Hermione's hands reached around his shoulders as she ran her fingers through his hair, causing Harry to moan softly. Wanting to feel her skin, Harry slid his hands under the coat, hearing Hermione gasp from the feel of his hands against her bare back.
Reluctantly, Harry ended the kiss, knowing someone could find them at any moment.
Sighing, Hermione placed her head on Harry's chest, reveling in the feel of his arms around her.
Kissing the top of her head, Harry knew he would have to admit it sooner or later: he had fallen in love with Hermione Malfoy.
~ THE END ~
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter done. I had a mild case of Writer's Block, so the first part of the chapter is reeking with awful literature. However, the main part was the dance, so I was just hurrying through one month of Hogwarts to get to the dance, because I don't believe in simply skipping from October to December. Nope, doesn't work.
I would like to acknowledge some movies that inspired me for some of these lines: Return to Me and Shrek. If you know about the movies, you probably know which lines are from the movie.
Anyways, I think I still have the Writer's Block, so please send in your ideas! And review!
Also, would you rather have me write all the review comments and everything before the story, or after? If it's something important about the chapter, I'll put it before, but do you guys want all the regular crap of me just typing away at the end? Let me know!
So, without further ado, here is the little songfic that I was writing about in the beginning of this entire thing.
~ NICE SWEATER ~ a.k.a. The Sweater Story
A Songfic by Goddess Plutonia
(The song used in this fic is "Sadie Hawkins Dance" by Relient K. They're a great band, and the song is great too, so you should get it. NOW!)
It was a Friday night, and Harry and Hermione had decided to stay in the Tower instead of going to Hogsmeade because Hermione wanted to study for the N.E.W.T.s.
Ron and Lavender also decided to stay at Hogwarts, so Hermione and Lavender studied together while Ron and Harry conversed with each other.
Ron had a Quidditch book he was reading, and Harry was playing a new song on his guitar.
"Hey, Ron, what do you think of this?" Harry asked as he started to sing.
"Sadie Hawkins Dance, In my khaki pants, There's nothing better. Oh oh oh! Girls ask the guys, It's always a surprise, There's nothing better, Baby, do you like my sweater?"
Harry looked at Ron expectantly as he strummed the last chord.
"So, what do you think?"
"I. . . I think you're nuts." Ron replied in disbelief. "Who would like THAT sweater?" Ron added.
Harry looked down at his sweater. Dobby had knitted it for him, and it was a little on the eccentric side. The main color was emerald green with a Firebolt broomstick emblazoned on the front, surrounded by flames.
"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.
Ron shook his head and went back to reading his book.
3 minutes later, Hermione walked over to Harry and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Hi Harry. I'm feeling kind of hungry. Do you want to go down to the kitchens with me?" She asked.
"Sure." Harry replied. He stood up and placed his guitar on his empty chair.
Harry turned to face Hermione, who was wearing an amused expression on her face.
"What?" Harry asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione replied. "Nice sweater."
~ THE END ~
That was just a random thing that I wrote. I was addicted to the song, so I decided to write a little fic about it. Just randomness. You don't have to review on it if you don't want to, because I just wrote it for personal satisfaction.
Anywho, I think the next chapter is going to take me awhile because I need to think up some more ideas, remember, YOUR IDEAS HELP, so send them in, and then I'll try to get you a chapter as soon as I can.
CHAPTER PREVIEW
Chapter Five: I Want to Rock and Roll All Night (the title will most likely change)
There's a Battle of the Bands . . . Harry's band, and Draco's band . . . who's going to win? I have no idea. Maybe some stuff about a . . . DATE?
