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Dance Machine!
Hermione remembered when she couldn't believe that Draco had come to the small arcade to dance. Smiling softly, she let the memories flood back to her as they danced on.
***
"You.dance?" Hermione was still in shock even after two weeks of dancing along side of Draco every weekend.
Harry and Ron were visiting Bill this summer so it gave her more time to dance.
"Yes, Granger. I'm here to dance." Draco huffed with frustration as he still failed to pass Max300 heavy.
"It's Hermione." She replied without thinking.
"Hermione." Draco tested it out.
"Yeah. That's my name. Hermione." She looked up at the beautiful blonde next to her on the dance pads.
Their time went out as they stood there and stared at each other. "I won't cry for yesterday, in this ordinary world-"Ordinary world rang out through the arcade and they were called to attention.
Hermione picked up her water and stepped off the machine, brushing Draco's shoulder slightly.
Malfoy grabbed her wrist gently, causing her to jerk her head up and look at him.
"Yes, Draco?"
"Can you." Draco looked down at his hand holding her wrist and let go. "Nothing."
Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Hermione turned and walked back to where her things lay in a heap.
Next to Draco's things.
Looking closer, she noticed a small pool of red on one of his pristine white shirts he usually wore.
Curiosity won her over as she reached into the bag to pick it out.
"Looking for something?" Malfoy's voice startled her and she fell back, landing on his feet.
"What?"
"Were you looking for something in my bag?" it was his turn to arch an eyebrow.
"I just----I thought that this was my bag, that's all," Hermione stumbled to get out a quick lie.
Why was it so hard to lie to those silver eyes?
"Sure you were," Draco snatched up his bag and zipped it, walking outside on his way home. He couldn't be late again, or his father would be even angrier with him.
***
Hermione sat, dazed for a few moments, still on her rear end, still looking after Draco.
"Herm." Said a voice behind her.
Hermione spun around while attempting to stand up. Which ended up with the forces of Gravity and the forces of Coordination to be against her.
"Oof!" she rubbed her bottom as she looked up at the person who said her name.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"I was looking for Draco Malfoy." The person said, coming more into the light.
"Pansy!" Hermione could just feel her eyes bulging out of her face.
"Well, well, well. Isn't the damnable mudblood."
Hermione snarled at her. "Malfoy just left." She pointed to the door.
Giving a false smile, the pug-faced girl walked out of the arcade.
***
Draco decided to stop by the ice cream parlor on the way home to the Malfoy manner.
He ordered a buttered rum double scoop and waited for the inept designated ice cream scooper to doll out his ice cream to him.
Once he got and paid for his ice cream, he turned around to leave.
That's when he saw her. He cringed at even thinking her name. Even in his mind, he referred to Pansy Parkins as /her/.
"Draco, dearie!" Pansy squealed as she automatically attached herself to his arm.
'What would Hermione think of this,' he thought to himself. Wait? Why did he care? He sighed in conclusion, 'It must be all that dancing.'
"What are you doing here, leech?" Draco drawled, anger and disgust chilling his words.
"To see you, silly! I've missed you, Draco!" she whined in that awful voice of hers. "You never owl me!"
"Don't be ignorant. I never owl you," Draco stated simply.
"But," Pansy continued, "it would be nice if you did once and a while!"
"I will never, nor have I ever thought of, owling you," he snarled fiercely. "Now detach yourself from me and leave me alone!"
Pouting as Draco shook her off (and he didn't spill any of his ice cream!), Pansy slumped in the closest booth to her right.
Draco practically ran outside and to the Leaky Cauldron, eating his buttered rum ice cream and shoving the last of it in his mouth as he tapped the right stones to enter Diagon Alley.
***
A/N: I know these aren't long, but I'm just thinking on my toes and stop whenever I think I should stop for that chapter. I'm going to try and get in at least one chapter a week, if not more. Swim practice is taking up so much room-along with those darned swim meets! Le sigh. Well, enjoy! Remember to review!
Arigato gozaimasu,
Damson
Dance Machine!
Hermione remembered when she couldn't believe that Draco had come to the small arcade to dance. Smiling softly, she let the memories flood back to her as they danced on.
***
"You.dance?" Hermione was still in shock even after two weeks of dancing along side of Draco every weekend.
Harry and Ron were visiting Bill this summer so it gave her more time to dance.
"Yes, Granger. I'm here to dance." Draco huffed with frustration as he still failed to pass Max300 heavy.
"It's Hermione." She replied without thinking.
"Hermione." Draco tested it out.
"Yeah. That's my name. Hermione." She looked up at the beautiful blonde next to her on the dance pads.
Their time went out as they stood there and stared at each other. "I won't cry for yesterday, in this ordinary world-"Ordinary world rang out through the arcade and they were called to attention.
Hermione picked up her water and stepped off the machine, brushing Draco's shoulder slightly.
Malfoy grabbed her wrist gently, causing her to jerk her head up and look at him.
"Yes, Draco?"
"Can you." Draco looked down at his hand holding her wrist and let go. "Nothing."
Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Hermione turned and walked back to where her things lay in a heap.
Next to Draco's things.
Looking closer, she noticed a small pool of red on one of his pristine white shirts he usually wore.
Curiosity won her over as she reached into the bag to pick it out.
"Looking for something?" Malfoy's voice startled her and she fell back, landing on his feet.
"What?"
"Were you looking for something in my bag?" it was his turn to arch an eyebrow.
"I just----I thought that this was my bag, that's all," Hermione stumbled to get out a quick lie.
Why was it so hard to lie to those silver eyes?
"Sure you were," Draco snatched up his bag and zipped it, walking outside on his way home. He couldn't be late again, or his father would be even angrier with him.
***
Hermione sat, dazed for a few moments, still on her rear end, still looking after Draco.
"Herm." Said a voice behind her.
Hermione spun around while attempting to stand up. Which ended up with the forces of Gravity and the forces of Coordination to be against her.
"Oof!" she rubbed her bottom as she looked up at the person who said her name.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"I was looking for Draco Malfoy." The person said, coming more into the light.
"Pansy!" Hermione could just feel her eyes bulging out of her face.
"Well, well, well. Isn't the damnable mudblood."
Hermione snarled at her. "Malfoy just left." She pointed to the door.
Giving a false smile, the pug-faced girl walked out of the arcade.
***
Draco decided to stop by the ice cream parlor on the way home to the Malfoy manner.
He ordered a buttered rum double scoop and waited for the inept designated ice cream scooper to doll out his ice cream to him.
Once he got and paid for his ice cream, he turned around to leave.
That's when he saw her. He cringed at even thinking her name. Even in his mind, he referred to Pansy Parkins as /her/.
"Draco, dearie!" Pansy squealed as she automatically attached herself to his arm.
'What would Hermione think of this,' he thought to himself. Wait? Why did he care? He sighed in conclusion, 'It must be all that dancing.'
"What are you doing here, leech?" Draco drawled, anger and disgust chilling his words.
"To see you, silly! I've missed you, Draco!" she whined in that awful voice of hers. "You never owl me!"
"Don't be ignorant. I never owl you," Draco stated simply.
"But," Pansy continued, "it would be nice if you did once and a while!"
"I will never, nor have I ever thought of, owling you," he snarled fiercely. "Now detach yourself from me and leave me alone!"
Pouting as Draco shook her off (and he didn't spill any of his ice cream!), Pansy slumped in the closest booth to her right.
Draco practically ran outside and to the Leaky Cauldron, eating his buttered rum ice cream and shoving the last of it in his mouth as he tapped the right stones to enter Diagon Alley.
***
A/N: I know these aren't long, but I'm just thinking on my toes and stop whenever I think I should stop for that chapter. I'm going to try and get in at least one chapter a week, if not more. Swim practice is taking up so much room-along with those darned swim meets! Le sigh. Well, enjoy! Remember to review!
Arigato gozaimasu,
Damson
