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Last Bloom of the Season

Thanks so much to people who reviewed..... and since I don't have much time, I'll try to catch up on thanking u nice ppl specifically later. Sry.

And I'm sorry if the first chapter was....CRAPPY.... I thought it was too. I guess it was the beginner paragraph since I didn't want to write a whole long thing explaining what happened.

"HONKKKKKKKKK!" Draco shot straight out of bed, grabbed his alarm clock and

cursed. He waved apologetically out the window to the car waiting in the driveway.

Multi-tasking furiously, he got dressed on the way to Emi's room, and while Emi was

getting out of bed he helped her get dressed, packed her bag, shoved a pair of poptarts in

to the toaster. Emi gulped down orange juice while her dad wrapped the pop tarts up and

grabbed their coats. The winter air was biting cold and even Draco shivered as he left the

warmth of the house. "Sorry we took so long." He said to Mrs. Henderson, Emi's friend

Janet's mother. "No problem. Is Emi ready for her ballet/ice skating classes?" Mrs.

Henderson asked, half to the little girl, half to her father. (my note: if you haven't taken

serious lessons you wouldn't know...but usually serious ice-skaters have to go through

ballet also. Graceful movements, that stuff.) Draco watched the red sedan disappear after

a sharp right turn and went inside to enjoy his late Sunday morning.

~* At the ice skating rink rather far away *~

"What do you mean?! We didn't get to even touch the ice last week!!" Janet whined

pouting. "Sorry, but today's lesson is with a new ballet teacher. Give her a try, everyone

else says her classes are fun." The sign in attendant at the private rink explained. After

saying good-bye Mrs. Henderson turned and left while Janet and Emi went with the attendant to the ballet room. "Miss Granger, I have your afternoon class." The young

attendant, Carolie said stepping forward. Twenty-two year old Hermione Granger

turned around gracefully and saw two little girls pouting with long faces glaring angrily

at her. "Thanks Carolie." Hermione said and then the oaken door closed. "Well, my class

list says that one of you is Janet H. and the other is Emilyn M." Hermione read. Taking

one look at Emi's nasty glare gave Hermione an idea on her new class. Sighing softly, the

young woman who was still so much a girl began her class. "Listen girls. I know you

think that this is unfair and totally stupid. And I kinda agree with you. I'm not a ballet

dancer, nor will I ever be. But to be a good ice skater you have to have some skills

in ballet or other types of dance." Janet's expression softened and she shrugged, but

Emi's glare was as steady as ever. "Emi sweetie, do you watch skating competitions on

muggle TV? (remember, this is a wizarding biz) What do they get...graded on?"

Hermione struggled to make the language as simple as possible. Emi raised an eye brow

and replied, "How many jumps they do and how pretty they look when they are skating."

Hermione smiled, "Exactly. You can't make your jumps pretty until you know how to

skate pretty right? So we'll spend two or three weeks in ballet, and then put what we l

learn here in to ice skating. Then we'll create our routines and the Spring Ice

Performance is in exactly two months. But there's also a competition that you two both

qualify for. But we'll start here." As she explained their schedule for the next few months

she pulled out two sets of ballet leotards and stockings. "No tutus. I promise." Hermione

said quickly seeing little storm clouds brewing. They changed and started class. "First

we're going to be creative. I'll play some typical ice skating music and just try to move to

it." Hermione waved her wand and a Children's Mozart piece came on with tinkling bells

and soft woodwinds. Hermione stood back and watched both students sharply. ~Janet is a

bit more physically stronger than Emi. She's doing great imitations of spins and leaps,

but she's not that graceful. Emi seems more delicate and she's not moving at all like

Janet. She's doing her own movements and has more balance and is more nimble.~ The

short piece ended and Hermione could see both girls had opened up to her a bit more.

Hermione spent the next hour teaching them the different ballet positions and then gave a

little speech on standing up straight and holding their backs right, etc, etc. They fooled

around and tried to walk with books balanced on their heads. "Well girls, we have half an

hour left (their lessons are two hours each if you haven't figured). Since you can only

stuff so much in your brain once at a time, we could do something else. Actually two

something elses. One, is that we could sneak in the back of the theater and watch the

higher ballet classes practicing Swan Lake, and watch them doing what you learned

today. Or we could drink some hot cocoa, warm up and skate a bit." Hermione shrugged

letting the two decide. "I want to watch Swan Lake. Ballet is pretty fun." Janet said. "I

wanted to skate but I guess we could do that next time. Could we please watch Swan

Lake rehearsals?" Emi asked sweetly. Hermione nodded and after quickly changing and

packing up their bags with their new ballet outfits, the three tiptoed in to the grand theater

and watched. The rehearsal was especially nice to see since the stage crew were present

and kept trying out different color filter lights. One second Hermione was blue, Emi was

green, and Janet was red. And the next they would switch. Madam Teresa had long ago

detected the three invaders and occasionally when they couldn't stifle the multi-color skin

tone laughs, the proud French woman would shoot daggers to the shadows, not being

quite aware of where they were seated since from the tenth row up everything was draped

in darkness. Twenty minutes later Hermione dragged two reluctant kids out to the front

lobby. Soon Mrs. Henderson came to find two cheerful happy girls chattering about first

position and weather or not it made you look like a duck. Smiling at the young woman,

she was pulled to the door before asking for the new teacher's name. "Sweetie, what's

your teacher's name?" She asked. "Gorger or something." Janet replied. "Mione is her

first name I think." Emi said. "Don't forget to tell your Dad that you have a new teacher

ok? Or else he'll be surprised next lesson." Mrs. Henderson was barely heard over Emi

and Janet's giggles, and over the time of the long ride home, Emi forgot all about telling

her Dad.

OK... I hope you all like it. And since my mom is screaming for me to get off since it's near one o'clock.....I wrote this in a rush. Please review and give any comments or suggestions. Flames are very useful to toast marshmallows but I just had three s'mores so please be civil reviewers!! Thx!!!