You're My Only One
Chapter 3: The Party
She felt like a fool. She stood in front of Kate's mirror, fondling with her shrunken wand hanging off her earring. Her hair was not the usual bushy mess, but long and wavy at her sides. She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt, and a black v-neck top, that showed too much cleavage for her liking.
"Kate, I feel like an idiot." Hermione complained pitifully, knowing that it would not help a bit.
"But Mouse, you look great! Besides, you can't back out know, you're to far in." Kate giggled, but Hermione looked pained. It wasn't because she was afraid of what everyone else would think of her, but she was scared. Terrified was more like it, this was her moment of truth, tonight she would find out who she was, and whether she could be that person.
*Crack! * A large baseball landed innocently at Hermione's feet.
"Shit! Stupid neighbours!" Kate looked at the large hole in her window. "They are so paying for that." Hermione just blinked at few times, and looked at her friend with sorrow. The sorrow wasn't for the window. Kate looked out of the window.
"They probably all ran away, the wimps. I hope they get a lot of pocket money!" Kate rambled on, and Hermione zoned out.
She took another look at the girl in the mirror. The one with eyeliner and glossy lips. The one that looked great, and felt it. Not the intelligent introvert that was usually looking back at her.
Hermione sighed deeply. "Let's go."
As soon as Hermione stepped into the club, she knew she didn't belong. There wasn't a long a trivial answer to her question, it hit her in the face, hard. The flashing the lights, the blaring music, the screaming teenagers. Hermione could barely hear herself think, let alone delve deep into her twisting thoughts.
"Come on, let's dance!" Kate pulled Hermione into the crowd; Hermione didn't even try to pull away. She just let herself get swept away by the crowd. In a trance, she didn't notice a thing, and though her thoughts were coming in hundreds, she stayed staring blankly, dancing a very subtle way.
Half an hour later Hermione was still dancing, or just standing more like it. Kate barely noticed, she was having fun, and her friend seemed fine, there was nothing to worry about.
It took Hermione 45 minutes to realise she needed some space, not physical space, but mental space. And this was not the place to get it.
"I'm going to get a drink!" Hermione yelled to her friend, and walked off before she even nodded. At first Hermione went to get a drink, but as she approached, the punch ball crack, and there were countless screams. This didn't even faze Hermione, who just headed in another direction.
This time, Hermione went straight for the door. As she stepped out, the cool breeze did wonders for her. But soon she realised she was in a back garden, not the street.
'I really couldn't care less.' She thought to herself sullenly, and sat down on a lonely bench under a tree. Hermione felt like she was wrecking the lovely scenery with her terrible thoughts.
She had realised that Harry and Ron were her only friends, and that probably wouldn't change. She didn't have one girl friend, and Kate didn't count, because Kate knew Mouse, nor Hermione. Hermione found herself longing to play Monopoly World with Harry and Ron, longing to tell them off for not doing their homework, longing to watch them play chess, longing-
"Hey! Hermione, right?" A tall, dark haired guy sat down next to Hermione on the bench. She didn't remember telling anyone her name, but then again, she didn't remember much of the first 45 minutes.
"Um, yeah." She really wasn't in the mood for visitors, and he was cramming her space. "Do I, um, know you?"
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Damien, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand with a friendly grin on his face. Hermione took it gingerly. "I like you earrings." Damien said, raising his eyebrows slightly. 'No,' Hermione thought nervously, 'he couldn't know that I'm a-'
"Having a nice time?" Now Hermione was mad, she was deep in thought and he was just asking her random questions like she was some kind of. Friend.
Hermione was about to lie, say she was having a great time and had to leave, but as she looked into his eyes, she changed her mind. Those eyes, they were so trustworthy, so loving. They were like a worn down path, weary and old, but sure knowing.
"Actually, I'm not." Hermione found herself spilling out all of her thoughts. She didn't say Hogwarts, but rather 'the boarding school I got to'. Damien sat there, all the way through, nodding knowingly, and occasionally asking questions.
The weight, which had been so heavy on Hermione's chest, had been lifted, and Hermione felt like a whole new person. Or maybe the same old person, but in a new light.
"You want to dance?" Damien asked. This brought a whole new sensation over her body. A feeling of warmth, happiness, of belonging.
"Sure." She replied, not trying to hide the huge that that had broken out on her face. Whoever this Damien guy was, he was definitely good.
Hermione heard him mutter something under his breath, something that sounded oddly like an incantation, but discarded the thought quickly; she was having too much fun!
Still dancing, Hermione bumped into Kate. Kate didn't look like she was in to good shape. 'Oh Kate.' She thought unhappily, and told Damien she was leaving. He just nodded, and walked away. Moving Kate along beside her, she went to a back alley, and apparated them both home. 'I'll have to tell her we walked.'
After she had dropped Kate off at her house, she went to her own. As she took off her jeans, a small note fell out. Hermione picked it up in wonder. In small, scribbly handwriting it said:
Hey, I had a great time tonight, call me. 98788548 Damien
The sensation she had when she was dancing - really dancing - came back. But she didn't call him. He was just a stranger. You don't just call strangers. 'But how can a stranger be so understanding?' She asked herself hopefully. She wanted to call him, she really did. But her common sense was just too strong.
Getting into her pyjamas, she got under her covers, and said a quick spell to turn off the lights. It was another half hour before she even got to sleep, her mind was filled with countless thoughts, and she wanted to know of all of them. Besides, she could never sleep with so many unanswered questions.
Her dreams were filled with happy scenes, of her, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Damien. Damien?
A/N How'd you like? Next chapter will be better. A lot will be 'revealed'. Lol. Please R & R!!!! It focuses more on Hermione than Draco, but trust me, Draco will come into the picture! Sorry if there r a lot of mistakes, I'm writing this before school. I shouldn't do this again; I'm soooooo going to be late, lol. Happy reading!
Chapter 3: The Party
She felt like a fool. She stood in front of Kate's mirror, fondling with her shrunken wand hanging off her earring. Her hair was not the usual bushy mess, but long and wavy at her sides. She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt, and a black v-neck top, that showed too much cleavage for her liking.
"Kate, I feel like an idiot." Hermione complained pitifully, knowing that it would not help a bit.
"But Mouse, you look great! Besides, you can't back out know, you're to far in." Kate giggled, but Hermione looked pained. It wasn't because she was afraid of what everyone else would think of her, but she was scared. Terrified was more like it, this was her moment of truth, tonight she would find out who she was, and whether she could be that person.
*Crack! * A large baseball landed innocently at Hermione's feet.
"Shit! Stupid neighbours!" Kate looked at the large hole in her window. "They are so paying for that." Hermione just blinked at few times, and looked at her friend with sorrow. The sorrow wasn't for the window. Kate looked out of the window.
"They probably all ran away, the wimps. I hope they get a lot of pocket money!" Kate rambled on, and Hermione zoned out.
She took another look at the girl in the mirror. The one with eyeliner and glossy lips. The one that looked great, and felt it. Not the intelligent introvert that was usually looking back at her.
Hermione sighed deeply. "Let's go."
As soon as Hermione stepped into the club, she knew she didn't belong. There wasn't a long a trivial answer to her question, it hit her in the face, hard. The flashing the lights, the blaring music, the screaming teenagers. Hermione could barely hear herself think, let alone delve deep into her twisting thoughts.
"Come on, let's dance!" Kate pulled Hermione into the crowd; Hermione didn't even try to pull away. She just let herself get swept away by the crowd. In a trance, she didn't notice a thing, and though her thoughts were coming in hundreds, she stayed staring blankly, dancing a very subtle way.
Half an hour later Hermione was still dancing, or just standing more like it. Kate barely noticed, she was having fun, and her friend seemed fine, there was nothing to worry about.
It took Hermione 45 minutes to realise she needed some space, not physical space, but mental space. And this was not the place to get it.
"I'm going to get a drink!" Hermione yelled to her friend, and walked off before she even nodded. At first Hermione went to get a drink, but as she approached, the punch ball crack, and there were countless screams. This didn't even faze Hermione, who just headed in another direction.
This time, Hermione went straight for the door. As she stepped out, the cool breeze did wonders for her. But soon she realised she was in a back garden, not the street.
'I really couldn't care less.' She thought to herself sullenly, and sat down on a lonely bench under a tree. Hermione felt like she was wrecking the lovely scenery with her terrible thoughts.
She had realised that Harry and Ron were her only friends, and that probably wouldn't change. She didn't have one girl friend, and Kate didn't count, because Kate knew Mouse, nor Hermione. Hermione found herself longing to play Monopoly World with Harry and Ron, longing to tell them off for not doing their homework, longing to watch them play chess, longing-
"Hey! Hermione, right?" A tall, dark haired guy sat down next to Hermione on the bench. She didn't remember telling anyone her name, but then again, she didn't remember much of the first 45 minutes.
"Um, yeah." She really wasn't in the mood for visitors, and he was cramming her space. "Do I, um, know you?"
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Damien, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand with a friendly grin on his face. Hermione took it gingerly. "I like you earrings." Damien said, raising his eyebrows slightly. 'No,' Hermione thought nervously, 'he couldn't know that I'm a-'
"Having a nice time?" Now Hermione was mad, she was deep in thought and he was just asking her random questions like she was some kind of. Friend.
Hermione was about to lie, say she was having a great time and had to leave, but as she looked into his eyes, she changed her mind. Those eyes, they were so trustworthy, so loving. They were like a worn down path, weary and old, but sure knowing.
"Actually, I'm not." Hermione found herself spilling out all of her thoughts. She didn't say Hogwarts, but rather 'the boarding school I got to'. Damien sat there, all the way through, nodding knowingly, and occasionally asking questions.
The weight, which had been so heavy on Hermione's chest, had been lifted, and Hermione felt like a whole new person. Or maybe the same old person, but in a new light.
"You want to dance?" Damien asked. This brought a whole new sensation over her body. A feeling of warmth, happiness, of belonging.
"Sure." She replied, not trying to hide the huge that that had broken out on her face. Whoever this Damien guy was, he was definitely good.
Hermione heard him mutter something under his breath, something that sounded oddly like an incantation, but discarded the thought quickly; she was having too much fun!
Still dancing, Hermione bumped into Kate. Kate didn't look like she was in to good shape. 'Oh Kate.' She thought unhappily, and told Damien she was leaving. He just nodded, and walked away. Moving Kate along beside her, she went to a back alley, and apparated them both home. 'I'll have to tell her we walked.'
After she had dropped Kate off at her house, she went to her own. As she took off her jeans, a small note fell out. Hermione picked it up in wonder. In small, scribbly handwriting it said:
Hey, I had a great time tonight, call me. 98788548 Damien
The sensation she had when she was dancing - really dancing - came back. But she didn't call him. He was just a stranger. You don't just call strangers. 'But how can a stranger be so understanding?' She asked herself hopefully. She wanted to call him, she really did. But her common sense was just too strong.
Getting into her pyjamas, she got under her covers, and said a quick spell to turn off the lights. It was another half hour before she even got to sleep, her mind was filled with countless thoughts, and she wanted to know of all of them. Besides, she could never sleep with so many unanswered questions.
Her dreams were filled with happy scenes, of her, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Damien. Damien?
A/N How'd you like? Next chapter will be better. A lot will be 'revealed'. Lol. Please R & R!!!! It focuses more on Hermione than Draco, but trust me, Draco will come into the picture! Sorry if there r a lot of mistakes, I'm writing this before school. I shouldn't do this again; I'm soooooo going to be late, lol. Happy reading!