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Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC Rating: R Setting: Story starts summer before 6th year.
After being fussed over by Mrs. Weasley, Percy quickly ushered everyone to the side, pressing as close to the wall as they could. Then a Ministry officer took out his wand and muttered a spell. Suddenly, round tables with white tablecloths and a candlelight centerpiece appeared all over the room. Chairs were conjured up next. Floating above the tables was the table number, glowing and transparent.
"Ok everyone! Get settled, and dinner will be served."
Harry sat down, mouth watering at the thought of dinner. Looking up he waved Ron, Hermione, and Ginny over to the table. But before Ron could take a step, the Ministry officer shouted. "Sorry everyone. Since this is a gathering for people to mingle and make new friends, we've taken on the task of assigning seats."
Harry groaned and trudged back to his friends and waited for the instructions. He hoped he still got to sit with them.
Other officials quickly spread to both sides of the room. Waving a wand and muttering words at each person, a number appeared and the person headed towards a table with the same number.
Stopping in front of the Weasley family, an official asked who would like to go first.
Soon, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were assigned tables.
"See ya' Harry." Fred and George said, giving a little wave then walking off.
"Mr. Potter, its an honor." The official said, shaking his hand.
Harry flushed a little and nodded. The wand came up with the number 13.
"Well.I'm off. See yah." Harry said.
Nodding Ron turned back to the man and got the number 20. "Aw shucks, its not close to Harry." He complained to Hermione as he left.
Hermione received number 14. Ginny was assigned table number 16.
Wistfully, Ginny watched as Hermione headed off to the table next to Harry's. {Lucky....} she thought, {I wonder who's going to be at my table?}
Hermione sat down and turned around to wave at Harry. He grinned and waved back, the sleeves of his oversized suit flopping ridiculously.
Suddenly both Hermione and Harry's expressions changed. Harry's changed because he saw Draco standing at Hermione's table with a disbelieving face. Hermione's changed because she saw Lucius heading towards Harry's table.
{Um..ok, why is Harry looking at me like I grew another head?} Hermione thought. At the same time she heard Draco's voice muttering "Damn."
{oh. That's why.}
Discovering that Lucius is at his table, Harry turned his attention to his own problems, giving Hermione a sympathetic look, which she returned.
Hermione took a deep breath and turned to face Draco. Since it's a round table, the furthest seat is the one right across from her. He sat down and glared at her.
Exasperated, Hermione blew out a breath. "What the hell did I do?"
Draco smirked and opened his mouth to start another argument when a voice cut through.
"Absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Love, may I have your name?"
Hermione blinked, and stared at the guy who sat down to the right of her.
"Excuse me?" she probably didn't hear clearly.
"I can not help but notice how lovely you look. Anyway I am assigned to this table so I might at well get to know the people I would be dining with."
"My name is Hermione Granger." Hermione said blushing.
"Your gorgeous, love."
Draco snorted in disbelief. Yeah, he'll admit he had thought Granger attractive ever since her front teeth shrunk to normal size and he had seen her at the Yule ball, but this guy is annoying him! Draco was just getting ready to have a good verbal spar with Hermione when the prat interrupted.
"You must be Draco Malfoy." The guy said.
Arching a brow, Draco nodded.
"My name is John Smith."
Draco frowned, his intuition telling him there's more to this guy than is shown. Becoming more involved in the Death Eaters circle the past two years had expanded his knowledge not only on the dark arts, but also of how covert missions and spying worked. John Smith is a common sort of name. Common as dirt and just as forgettable. Altogether, a great name to hide behind.
It could be just a coincidence and he was overreacting but Draco doubted it.
"Thank you for the flattering comments." Hermione said, wondering if her face matches her dress now.
John grinned and Hermione saw a flash of white teeth.
John reached over and took one of Hermione's hands. "Sweetheart, would you please honor me with a dance later on?"
"Err...I-I guess so."
"Thank you. To be able to hold an exquisite creature such as you in my arms would be like heaven."
"Uh...Thanks." Hermione mustered out, pulling her hand away gently. This guy is coming on so fast! And if he kept up commenting on her like this, it would get so annoying.
Draco smirked when he noticed how Hermione pulled her hand away quickly. It gave him a sense of satisfaction but he didn't know why.
"I guess no one else is assigned to this table." Hermione said miserably.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" John asked.
"Oh, nothing really, I was just hoping there would be another girl to talk to, that's all." Hermione replied.
"Fortunately for me, there isn't. I wouldn't be able to stand your girlish giggling and gossiping." Draco said.
Frowning, Hermione opened her mouth again to retort. But this time, she was interrupted again. The lights were turned off and the only light came from the candles.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the speeches will begin."
While listening to the endless droning, food appeared on the plates and everyone ate quietly.
Draco yawned and stared off into nothing, ignoring the dirty look Hermione sent his way.
{When is Voldemort going to fucking do something? Its BORING here.} he thought.
As if on cue, suddenly there was an explosion where the doors are and screams filled the air.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC Rating: R Setting: Story starts summer before 6th year.
After being fussed over by Mrs. Weasley, Percy quickly ushered everyone to the side, pressing as close to the wall as they could. Then a Ministry officer took out his wand and muttered a spell. Suddenly, round tables with white tablecloths and a candlelight centerpiece appeared all over the room. Chairs were conjured up next. Floating above the tables was the table number, glowing and transparent.
"Ok everyone! Get settled, and dinner will be served."
Harry sat down, mouth watering at the thought of dinner. Looking up he waved Ron, Hermione, and Ginny over to the table. But before Ron could take a step, the Ministry officer shouted. "Sorry everyone. Since this is a gathering for people to mingle and make new friends, we've taken on the task of assigning seats."
Harry groaned and trudged back to his friends and waited for the instructions. He hoped he still got to sit with them.
Other officials quickly spread to both sides of the room. Waving a wand and muttering words at each person, a number appeared and the person headed towards a table with the same number.
Stopping in front of the Weasley family, an official asked who would like to go first.
Soon, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were assigned tables.
"See ya' Harry." Fred and George said, giving a little wave then walking off.
"Mr. Potter, its an honor." The official said, shaking his hand.
Harry flushed a little and nodded. The wand came up with the number 13.
"Well.I'm off. See yah." Harry said.
Nodding Ron turned back to the man and got the number 20. "Aw shucks, its not close to Harry." He complained to Hermione as he left.
Hermione received number 14. Ginny was assigned table number 16.
Wistfully, Ginny watched as Hermione headed off to the table next to Harry's. {Lucky....} she thought, {I wonder who's going to be at my table?}
Hermione sat down and turned around to wave at Harry. He grinned and waved back, the sleeves of his oversized suit flopping ridiculously.
Suddenly both Hermione and Harry's expressions changed. Harry's changed because he saw Draco standing at Hermione's table with a disbelieving face. Hermione's changed because she saw Lucius heading towards Harry's table.
{Um..ok, why is Harry looking at me like I grew another head?} Hermione thought. At the same time she heard Draco's voice muttering "Damn."
{oh. That's why.}
Discovering that Lucius is at his table, Harry turned his attention to his own problems, giving Hermione a sympathetic look, which she returned.
Hermione took a deep breath and turned to face Draco. Since it's a round table, the furthest seat is the one right across from her. He sat down and glared at her.
Exasperated, Hermione blew out a breath. "What the hell did I do?"
Draco smirked and opened his mouth to start another argument when a voice cut through.
"Absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Love, may I have your name?"
Hermione blinked, and stared at the guy who sat down to the right of her.
"Excuse me?" she probably didn't hear clearly.
"I can not help but notice how lovely you look. Anyway I am assigned to this table so I might at well get to know the people I would be dining with."
"My name is Hermione Granger." Hermione said blushing.
"Your gorgeous, love."
Draco snorted in disbelief. Yeah, he'll admit he had thought Granger attractive ever since her front teeth shrunk to normal size and he had seen her at the Yule ball, but this guy is annoying him! Draco was just getting ready to have a good verbal spar with Hermione when the prat interrupted.
"You must be Draco Malfoy." The guy said.
Arching a brow, Draco nodded.
"My name is John Smith."
Draco frowned, his intuition telling him there's more to this guy than is shown. Becoming more involved in the Death Eaters circle the past two years had expanded his knowledge not only on the dark arts, but also of how covert missions and spying worked. John Smith is a common sort of name. Common as dirt and just as forgettable. Altogether, a great name to hide behind.
It could be just a coincidence and he was overreacting but Draco doubted it.
"Thank you for the flattering comments." Hermione said, wondering if her face matches her dress now.
John grinned and Hermione saw a flash of white teeth.
John reached over and took one of Hermione's hands. "Sweetheart, would you please honor me with a dance later on?"
"Err...I-I guess so."
"Thank you. To be able to hold an exquisite creature such as you in my arms would be like heaven."
"Uh...Thanks." Hermione mustered out, pulling her hand away gently. This guy is coming on so fast! And if he kept up commenting on her like this, it would get so annoying.
Draco smirked when he noticed how Hermione pulled her hand away quickly. It gave him a sense of satisfaction but he didn't know why.
"I guess no one else is assigned to this table." Hermione said miserably.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" John asked.
"Oh, nothing really, I was just hoping there would be another girl to talk to, that's all." Hermione replied.
"Fortunately for me, there isn't. I wouldn't be able to stand your girlish giggling and gossiping." Draco said.
Frowning, Hermione opened her mouth again to retort. But this time, she was interrupted again. The lights were turned off and the only light came from the candles.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the speeches will begin."
While listening to the endless droning, food appeared on the plates and everyone ate quietly.
Draco yawned and stared off into nothing, ignoring the dirty look Hermione sent his way.
{When is Voldemort going to fucking do something? Its BORING here.} he thought.
As if on cue, suddenly there was an explosion where the doors are and screams filled the air.
