Hermione and Goyle found the Lover's Seat in the left wing of the large
ballroom and called for the 'Lover's Fondue' which the house elves had
provided, filling it with small delicacies.
Goyle playfully flicked a grape pip at Hermione, both of them cracking up in laughter at the smallest things. Hermione fed Goyle a half eaten grape, which Goyle gobbled up quite impolitely, however anything Goyle did made Hermione smile.
Hermione's lips glittered from the lipgloss she was wearing. Goyle found it strangely attractive as she laughed happily. He suddenly pulled her close and she looked at him, surprised. Leaning forward he stroked the strands of loose hair framing her flushed face and gently pressed his lips against hers, the slight touch feeling soft and magical.
*
"Come on Drakey!"
"What?" Draco looked up angrily to find Pansy whining next to him. Duh, who else would have called him 'Drakey.'
"Pansy, go away. I've already danced with you." Draco fiddled with his tie, straightening it out. After the musical mimes, he had been changed automatically back into his usual attire.
"I know, but since you love and I you, I want you to come to the Lover's Seat with me! You wouldn't got there with me last year sot it's about time you went."
Draco sighed. "Pansy, we're not a couple. I came to this ball by myself okay? I'm SINGLE! Put that fact in your shallow head!"
Pansy however, pretended she didn't hear this comment and pulled Draco to his feet, dragging him across the ballroom. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."
Some girls giggled and Draco sighed wishing with all his might that he would suddenly turn into an old, wrinkled and ugly man.
Pansy opened the door to the Lover's Seat.
"I don't want to."
Draco stopped in mid sentence. There were already a few people in there. Two, which he knew very well indeed. This was going to be interesting after all.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
Hermione broke away from Goyle and looked at Malfoy. "And what is your problem?"
"I actually have quite a few problems Granger, if you're really concerned. And one that concerns you is this: I don't want you giving your filthy mudblood germs to my friend."
Goyle frowned and stood up. "Draco! Apologise now."
Draco smirked and sat down. "It isn't my fault she's a mudblood."
Hermione glared at him. She couldn't believe that she had actually felt sorry for him once when she found his diary. And she also couldn't believe that she thought Draco should smile more often, it was obviously a hallucination. She tugged on Goyle' arm and they went out, Draco's icy grey/blue eyes following her all the way.
Pansy sat down next to him. "Like OMG! I can't believe Goyle actually kissed her! Now that's just wrong."
Before Pansy could finish however, Draco got up and went out of the room.
Goyle playfully flicked a grape pip at Hermione, both of them cracking up in laughter at the smallest things. Hermione fed Goyle a half eaten grape, which Goyle gobbled up quite impolitely, however anything Goyle did made Hermione smile.
Hermione's lips glittered from the lipgloss she was wearing. Goyle found it strangely attractive as she laughed happily. He suddenly pulled her close and she looked at him, surprised. Leaning forward he stroked the strands of loose hair framing her flushed face and gently pressed his lips against hers, the slight touch feeling soft and magical.
*
"Come on Drakey!"
"What?" Draco looked up angrily to find Pansy whining next to him. Duh, who else would have called him 'Drakey.'
"Pansy, go away. I've already danced with you." Draco fiddled with his tie, straightening it out. After the musical mimes, he had been changed automatically back into his usual attire.
"I know, but since you love and I you, I want you to come to the Lover's Seat with me! You wouldn't got there with me last year sot it's about time you went."
Draco sighed. "Pansy, we're not a couple. I came to this ball by myself okay? I'm SINGLE! Put that fact in your shallow head!"
Pansy however, pretended she didn't hear this comment and pulled Draco to his feet, dragging him across the ballroom. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."
Some girls giggled and Draco sighed wishing with all his might that he would suddenly turn into an old, wrinkled and ugly man.
Pansy opened the door to the Lover's Seat.
"I don't want to."
Draco stopped in mid sentence. There were already a few people in there. Two, which he knew very well indeed. This was going to be interesting after all.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
Hermione broke away from Goyle and looked at Malfoy. "And what is your problem?"
"I actually have quite a few problems Granger, if you're really concerned. And one that concerns you is this: I don't want you giving your filthy mudblood germs to my friend."
Goyle frowned and stood up. "Draco! Apologise now."
Draco smirked and sat down. "It isn't my fault she's a mudblood."
Hermione glared at him. She couldn't believe that she had actually felt sorry for him once when she found his diary. And she also couldn't believe that she thought Draco should smile more often, it was obviously a hallucination. She tugged on Goyle' arm and they went out, Draco's icy grey/blue eyes following her all the way.
Pansy sat down next to him. "Like OMG! I can't believe Goyle actually kissed her! Now that's just wrong."
Before Pansy could finish however, Draco got up and went out of the room.
