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**Hey guys! No Im not dead! And I havn't stopped writing either! Or have taken a leave of absence! So not to worry! I have just been real preocupied with work that's all, trying to earn me some money here and there, hahaha! TRYING! Key word! Haha! **
**Well this chapter Ive been dieing to do for a long time, and it is mostly dedicated to those who wish to read about the intermost thoughts of our prime characters! We will see what they are thinking before they leave their very rooms for the ball, and better yet we will see what they are wearing!! Note: All dresses that are mentioned, are designs of my very own.**
CHAPTER 38-PREPARATION AND THOUGHTS
HERMIONE'S POV
I breathed in slowly and deeply as I glanced at myself in the mirror, absorbing steadily and completely the girl who looked back at me. I tried to have a quiet moment to myself as I made sure I was looking my best. At the same time I heard Flint, or should I say Marcus, my "boyfriend", who is waiting for me outside my room, knocking on my door now and then.
I braced myself and thought about how long I could keep up this game? This lie? Not only was it unfair to me, but I was beginning to think it was unfair for Flint too, afterall, he was being anything but rude to me. I wish I could say the same thing for Draco.
But still if I were to leave this room tonight as Flint's date, my heart would never be with me. It would stay behind in my sheltered room, where it couldn't be hurt or harmed no more.
Then I thought about Draco. And wondered to myself if he were doing the samething, looking into his mirror, preparing himself for the same night, and thinking about me. I laughed lightly to myself. Why ever would he think about me when he had Miss Perfect? She was everything I wasn't, and beside her in my mind I saw nothing but my flaws my unperfection my scrawniness and shortness not to mention the bushy hair.
She was great, why ever would Draco ever want me back? I began to think there was no fixing this problem, and that I will remain living this lie of a life for the longest of times.
"Yo babe? You done yet?" I heard Flint calling for me again.
"Coming Marcus!" I yelled out even though it was no louder then a whisper, I stood up and once more took one more glance at myself.
I smiled.
I looked different tonight, and I almost could think of myself as beautiful, different, but beautiful.
I decided that it would be best but to make the best of this situation.
"Come on you can do this Hermione.." I whispered to myself.
I fixed the sleeves of my dress. My dress partly or maybe mostly the reason why I felt much better about myself.
It was almost a forest green fabric, with black sequin. This was the dress I fell in love with when I was at that shop with Ginny in Hogsmeade.
It had a square neckline that had black sequin boardelining it. The sleeves were small and of the same material. The upper part was almost a corset style, fitted and tight accentuating my hips and waist. Then from the middle of my belly and down cascading and drapping fabric of green upon green upon green, when I walked it trailed a short distance behind me and as my legs moved to take each step, the black sequin underneath was visible and shined with each movement. I wore green 60's looking heels, with black sequin bows aswell. My hair was kept up and managed by the green shiny scarf wrapped around my head. And to top of my look nothig more then a slight green eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and a shiny liquid lipgloss.
I finally admitted to myslef that I looked pretty good. And I also promised to myself to have a good night. I wouldn't let Draco win and take the best of me.
So finally I was off, and I walked towards the door and caught Flint looking at me in a way he had never looked at me before.
"I.uhh.." He sttutered.
I blushed suddenly for being recognized and admired by someone for once other then Draco.
"Whoah, Hermione, you look really good!" he said holding his arm out to me.
"Thanks" I said looking down and up at him smiling again.
We both walked off into the direction of the invi staircase where we would meet up with a whole bunch of other friends.
Hopefully this night would go better then I thought. But I couldn't help but feel something just wasn't right.
DRACO'S POV
I had finally arrived at the Durmstrang living quarters. Each time I took a step nearer to Marie's room I felt farther away from Hermione. What am I thinking about though? Im not supposed to be thinking about her? I mean if she wants to keep lieing about our relationship, and pretend she is with someone else, why should I tag along and keep pretending? I can't and I won't do that any more.
So I should just keep my mind straight and centre and think about Marie. I mean she is my date, and I will be going to get her, as soon as I get to her room.
She is a great girl. Sweet, great looking, modest. Perfect! She had it all, not to mention she is the envy of all the guys at Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
Ugh!
But still, I couldn't help but think about Hermione, rapped in Flint's arms, everytime I saw him I just wanted to give him a good kicking.
From far away I had finally seen Marie's door, I went to it and knocked, and she thankfully made me wait a mere 2 seconds before opening the door.
I wasn't shocked to see how absolutely gorgeous she looked in her red number, I took it she was a fan of red, as she wore nothing other then that, but it absolutely looked great on her.
Her fine strawberry blonde curls were pinned up with with a pretty red sparkling broach, her curls hanged loose around her face. As usual she wore no makeup on her eyes, for that her big blue almost aqua colored eyes looked great just as they were, her lips had a touch of red lip stain, which made her luscious lips look extra sexy.
Her dress was a red elegant and simple mini, with scoop neckline and sphagetti straps that tied into bows at her shoulders. Her dress was a mini but had a long ruffled train that looked great mostly because they bared her long legs. She wore a diamond choker necklace, a belt and braceltette to match. Her long chandelier earings were also of diamond too. To top it all off she wore red stiletto heels that wern't too tall, just a bit to emphasize her amazing long legs.
But even after watching this my smile slidded slowing of my face and I went back to thinking about Hermione, no matter who I was with and who they were and how they looked like my mind always went back to Hermione.
"Are you alright their Draco?" Marie asked me taking me out of trance.
I shook my head and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek and she smiled at me appreciatively.
"You know what? Im great." I replied.
I knew that I couldn't have Hermione right now, not how things were soo messed up and confusing between us, the only thing I could do was to make the best out of this night. And how else can I do that but to dance the night away with the prettiest girl in the school?
But still, I heard this tiny teeny voice in my head that kept warning me, but I did my best to ignore it and to just have fun.
HARRY'S POV
What did Voldemort mean? What did that letter means? And what did Evee mean? How am I supposed to know if Voldemort was near if my scar wasn't even hurting because of that potion I took. I knew it had been helpful to me all year, but in some ways it had it's ups, I knew when Voldemort was near by it and now I don't.
This is all I kept thinking about as I went to pick up my date in the common room of the Durmstrang students where my date told me to wait for her.
Many people had their mind on their dates and this night and nothing else, but I didn't, for some reason I just couldn't stop thinking.
What did Professor Evee mean when she said that Voldemort was talking about my mother in the letter, when it seemed he was talking about someone else? I mean I knew that Voldemort was evil, but he is no idiot. Why would he say, "she won't be able to stop him again", if he knew my mom was dead? Who was she, and who stopped him from killing me before?
Always and always will I have so many questions? And always was there no one to answer them.
Why can't I just be a normal teenager, as all my friends were, no being famous, no scar, no killing "you know whom". I just want to be normal!
I felt myself yelling and yelling inside my head but no one would listen, absolutely no one.
I felt my teeth gritting against each other.
"Harry?" I heard a soft voice from behind.
I turned around and the blonde beauty that stood before me right now replaced every single thought in my head.
"Julliette?" I asked her making sure it was she.
"Hey Harry, you all right, you looked a bit troubled?" she asked me once again in her honey sweet voice.
"Troubled? Me? Nah!" I joked and also lied.
I looked her up and down breathing her all in. She must have looked like an angel.
Her bobbed cut shoulder length white blonde hair was straight as always, but she put a little tiny golden clip on the side, holding her hair out of her face.
Around her blueing greenish almond like eyes, she wore a little of gold shimmer, and a golden pinky lip-gloss for her lips.
Her dress was sorta like a ballerina tutu, so cute on her. It was almost like a golden white color, with a neckline that went up to her neck and cutoff sleeves. The tule part of her dress started at her hips all away down to bellow her knees. Her shoes were flats, I knew she would were white flats so that we would be the same height, and not her taller then me. She wore one diamond like ring, and no earings.
"So do you like my pretty dress?" she said turning around slowly so I could see it.
"Do I ever?" I said loudly as I put my hand around her waist and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She just smiled and began to tug my arm in direction of the party that's when I saw two other people coming from around the corner. And it was no other then Draco and that girl he was with the other night.
Right when I saw them I had a feeling this night had disaster written all over it, I just hoped that I wasn't right.
RON'S POV
"Im coming right now, Merlin, geeeeze!" I yelled. I could hear Pansy knocking and knocking on my door, because she thought I was taking to long.
"What are you doing in there Ron? I took less time and Im a girl!" she yelled again.
"Shaddup.." I mutterred.
"I heard that!" she said back.
I didn't know why it was always like this, but for some reason, Pansy and I couldn't have a day with out going into little spats and arguments, it almost became a routine now to begin arguiging about the stupidist thing, as right now we were of me being late.
But I couldn't help it; I didn't want to go to this stupid ball because I hate dancing, hell I was just going for the food. But I just couldn't get this damn tie on straight.
I had borrowed the suit from Harry, since he was kind enough to lend me one of his, thankfully we were the same size, except I was a lot taller, that's why using my wand I had to extend the hem of my pants and jacket.
"Are you done yet?" There she went again knocking my thoughts from my head.
The tie frustrated me and I left it how it was and zoomed to the door entirely frustrated. Of course, when I slammed open the door, the girl that I thought I would see there wasn't it was a whole new entirely different girl.
I mean this year I began to notice Pansy to be remarkably different and pretty, but right now she looked exceptionally great, I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Hey babe, you wouln't happen to see some ugly old girl with black hair passing by?" I said as I stook my head through the door and looked both ways down the hallway.
I laughed when I looked at Pansy as she looked at me with an angry face and pouty lips, one hand on her hip and her foot stomping the floor.
"Shut up!" she said looking furiuos.
I glared at her again up and down, boy did she look good, and good as in hot, hot as in fantastic!
Her lond silky straight black hair that went down to above the middle of her back was in uncomtrollable shiny sexy curls. Her dark chocalate eyes were made to look like they were popping out at me, by her smoky black and purple makeup. And even though she had a very pale complexion, today she had a bit of rouge to her great looking cheekbones and clear lipgloss to her lips.
Her dress was a dark purple satin, with a low tight neckline that made her chest seem out of this world, and little satin sleeves that barely covered her shoulders. Around her waist was a little black belt that made her waist seem tinier then it already was. The front of her dress went all away down to her feet, and the front part was pleated all away down, while the rest of the fabric from behind was soft. Her little feet were invisible under the drapes of her dress.
"What ARE you looking at?" she asked me, maybe a bit too astonished that I spent so much time staring at her like that.
"Just at how ugly are!" I lied, unfortunately she saw right through me.
"Come let me fix your tie and then were out of here." She said ignoring my displeasure of going to the ball.
I stood for the first time silently in front of her, as her tiny little body approached me where I was standing in front of the mirror. Neither of us talked, as she reached her lacy-gloved hands to my neck and did a superb job of tieing it up.
Maybe it was the way we were dressed or the mood of the night, but it was the first time I ever acknowledged her beauty and the fact that I actually liked her.
For the first time we stared in each others eyes for a few seconds, until we both realized what we were doing, blushed madly about it, and then began acting smugly once again.
"What a fantastic job I did of tieing your tie, too bad you are so incompentant that you can't even do that!" she said with a smirk on her face that seemed almost grateful for that the weird silence was finally over.
"Shut up and let's go, or we will be late!" I said tugging at her arm.
"You shut up!" she said tugging it away from me.
"No you!" I said once again stopping to look at her.
And thank Merlin things went back as they were as we both jumped into each others arms and began to makeout wikedly, almost forgetting about the ball. Not that we would miss anything important now would we?
NARRATOR'S POV
One thing that Hermione, Draco, Harry and Ron don't know though, that this one night might be the night that will change them down to their very and deepest souls. They will finally find out what they are meant for and for whom. But for that you all better stick around, much more excitement awaits to those who possess the ability to be intrigued by the world of Harry Potter, and better yet, for those who possess patience above all other things.
THANKS!!!
**Hey guys! No Im not dead! And I havn't stopped writing either! Or have taken a leave of absence! So not to worry! I have just been real preocupied with work that's all, trying to earn me some money here and there, hahaha! TRYING! Key word! Haha! **
**Well this chapter Ive been dieing to do for a long time, and it is mostly dedicated to those who wish to read about the intermost thoughts of our prime characters! We will see what they are thinking before they leave their very rooms for the ball, and better yet we will see what they are wearing!! Note: All dresses that are mentioned, are designs of my very own.**
CHAPTER 38-PREPARATION AND THOUGHTS
HERMIONE'S POV
I breathed in slowly and deeply as I glanced at myself in the mirror, absorbing steadily and completely the girl who looked back at me. I tried to have a quiet moment to myself as I made sure I was looking my best. At the same time I heard Flint, or should I say Marcus, my "boyfriend", who is waiting for me outside my room, knocking on my door now and then.
I braced myself and thought about how long I could keep up this game? This lie? Not only was it unfair to me, but I was beginning to think it was unfair for Flint too, afterall, he was being anything but rude to me. I wish I could say the same thing for Draco.
But still if I were to leave this room tonight as Flint's date, my heart would never be with me. It would stay behind in my sheltered room, where it couldn't be hurt or harmed no more.
Then I thought about Draco. And wondered to myself if he were doing the samething, looking into his mirror, preparing himself for the same night, and thinking about me. I laughed lightly to myself. Why ever would he think about me when he had Miss Perfect? She was everything I wasn't, and beside her in my mind I saw nothing but my flaws my unperfection my scrawniness and shortness not to mention the bushy hair.
She was great, why ever would Draco ever want me back? I began to think there was no fixing this problem, and that I will remain living this lie of a life for the longest of times.
"Yo babe? You done yet?" I heard Flint calling for me again.
"Coming Marcus!" I yelled out even though it was no louder then a whisper, I stood up and once more took one more glance at myself.
I smiled.
I looked different tonight, and I almost could think of myself as beautiful, different, but beautiful.
I decided that it would be best but to make the best of this situation.
"Come on you can do this Hermione.." I whispered to myself.
I fixed the sleeves of my dress. My dress partly or maybe mostly the reason why I felt much better about myself.
It was almost a forest green fabric, with black sequin. This was the dress I fell in love with when I was at that shop with Ginny in Hogsmeade.
It had a square neckline that had black sequin boardelining it. The sleeves were small and of the same material. The upper part was almost a corset style, fitted and tight accentuating my hips and waist. Then from the middle of my belly and down cascading and drapping fabric of green upon green upon green, when I walked it trailed a short distance behind me and as my legs moved to take each step, the black sequin underneath was visible and shined with each movement. I wore green 60's looking heels, with black sequin bows aswell. My hair was kept up and managed by the green shiny scarf wrapped around my head. And to top of my look nothig more then a slight green eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and a shiny liquid lipgloss.
I finally admitted to myslef that I looked pretty good. And I also promised to myself to have a good night. I wouldn't let Draco win and take the best of me.
So finally I was off, and I walked towards the door and caught Flint looking at me in a way he had never looked at me before.
"I.uhh.." He sttutered.
I blushed suddenly for being recognized and admired by someone for once other then Draco.
"Whoah, Hermione, you look really good!" he said holding his arm out to me.
"Thanks" I said looking down and up at him smiling again.
We both walked off into the direction of the invi staircase where we would meet up with a whole bunch of other friends.
Hopefully this night would go better then I thought. But I couldn't help but feel something just wasn't right.
DRACO'S POV
I had finally arrived at the Durmstrang living quarters. Each time I took a step nearer to Marie's room I felt farther away from Hermione. What am I thinking about though? Im not supposed to be thinking about her? I mean if she wants to keep lieing about our relationship, and pretend she is with someone else, why should I tag along and keep pretending? I can't and I won't do that any more.
So I should just keep my mind straight and centre and think about Marie. I mean she is my date, and I will be going to get her, as soon as I get to her room.
She is a great girl. Sweet, great looking, modest. Perfect! She had it all, not to mention she is the envy of all the guys at Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
Ugh!
But still, I couldn't help but think about Hermione, rapped in Flint's arms, everytime I saw him I just wanted to give him a good kicking.
From far away I had finally seen Marie's door, I went to it and knocked, and she thankfully made me wait a mere 2 seconds before opening the door.
I wasn't shocked to see how absolutely gorgeous she looked in her red number, I took it she was a fan of red, as she wore nothing other then that, but it absolutely looked great on her.
Her fine strawberry blonde curls were pinned up with with a pretty red sparkling broach, her curls hanged loose around her face. As usual she wore no makeup on her eyes, for that her big blue almost aqua colored eyes looked great just as they were, her lips had a touch of red lip stain, which made her luscious lips look extra sexy.
Her dress was a red elegant and simple mini, with scoop neckline and sphagetti straps that tied into bows at her shoulders. Her dress was a mini but had a long ruffled train that looked great mostly because they bared her long legs. She wore a diamond choker necklace, a belt and braceltette to match. Her long chandelier earings were also of diamond too. To top it all off she wore red stiletto heels that wern't too tall, just a bit to emphasize her amazing long legs.
But even after watching this my smile slidded slowing of my face and I went back to thinking about Hermione, no matter who I was with and who they were and how they looked like my mind always went back to Hermione.
"Are you alright their Draco?" Marie asked me taking me out of trance.
I shook my head and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek and she smiled at me appreciatively.
"You know what? Im great." I replied.
I knew that I couldn't have Hermione right now, not how things were soo messed up and confusing between us, the only thing I could do was to make the best out of this night. And how else can I do that but to dance the night away with the prettiest girl in the school?
But still, I heard this tiny teeny voice in my head that kept warning me, but I did my best to ignore it and to just have fun.
HARRY'S POV
What did Voldemort mean? What did that letter means? And what did Evee mean? How am I supposed to know if Voldemort was near if my scar wasn't even hurting because of that potion I took. I knew it had been helpful to me all year, but in some ways it had it's ups, I knew when Voldemort was near by it and now I don't.
This is all I kept thinking about as I went to pick up my date in the common room of the Durmstrang students where my date told me to wait for her.
Many people had their mind on their dates and this night and nothing else, but I didn't, for some reason I just couldn't stop thinking.
What did Professor Evee mean when she said that Voldemort was talking about my mother in the letter, when it seemed he was talking about someone else? I mean I knew that Voldemort was evil, but he is no idiot. Why would he say, "she won't be able to stop him again", if he knew my mom was dead? Who was she, and who stopped him from killing me before?
Always and always will I have so many questions? And always was there no one to answer them.
Why can't I just be a normal teenager, as all my friends were, no being famous, no scar, no killing "you know whom". I just want to be normal!
I felt myself yelling and yelling inside my head but no one would listen, absolutely no one.
I felt my teeth gritting against each other.
"Harry?" I heard a soft voice from behind.
I turned around and the blonde beauty that stood before me right now replaced every single thought in my head.
"Julliette?" I asked her making sure it was she.
"Hey Harry, you all right, you looked a bit troubled?" she asked me once again in her honey sweet voice.
"Troubled? Me? Nah!" I joked and also lied.
I looked her up and down breathing her all in. She must have looked like an angel.
Her bobbed cut shoulder length white blonde hair was straight as always, but she put a little tiny golden clip on the side, holding her hair out of her face.
Around her blueing greenish almond like eyes, she wore a little of gold shimmer, and a golden pinky lip-gloss for her lips.
Her dress was sorta like a ballerina tutu, so cute on her. It was almost like a golden white color, with a neckline that went up to her neck and cutoff sleeves. The tule part of her dress started at her hips all away down to bellow her knees. Her shoes were flats, I knew she would were white flats so that we would be the same height, and not her taller then me. She wore one diamond like ring, and no earings.
"So do you like my pretty dress?" she said turning around slowly so I could see it.
"Do I ever?" I said loudly as I put my hand around her waist and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She just smiled and began to tug my arm in direction of the party that's when I saw two other people coming from around the corner. And it was no other then Draco and that girl he was with the other night.
Right when I saw them I had a feeling this night had disaster written all over it, I just hoped that I wasn't right.
RON'S POV
"Im coming right now, Merlin, geeeeze!" I yelled. I could hear Pansy knocking and knocking on my door, because she thought I was taking to long.
"What are you doing in there Ron? I took less time and Im a girl!" she yelled again.
"Shaddup.." I mutterred.
"I heard that!" she said back.
I didn't know why it was always like this, but for some reason, Pansy and I couldn't have a day with out going into little spats and arguments, it almost became a routine now to begin arguiging about the stupidist thing, as right now we were of me being late.
But I couldn't help it; I didn't want to go to this stupid ball because I hate dancing, hell I was just going for the food. But I just couldn't get this damn tie on straight.
I had borrowed the suit from Harry, since he was kind enough to lend me one of his, thankfully we were the same size, except I was a lot taller, that's why using my wand I had to extend the hem of my pants and jacket.
"Are you done yet?" There she went again knocking my thoughts from my head.
The tie frustrated me and I left it how it was and zoomed to the door entirely frustrated. Of course, when I slammed open the door, the girl that I thought I would see there wasn't it was a whole new entirely different girl.
I mean this year I began to notice Pansy to be remarkably different and pretty, but right now she looked exceptionally great, I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Hey babe, you wouln't happen to see some ugly old girl with black hair passing by?" I said as I stook my head through the door and looked both ways down the hallway.
I laughed when I looked at Pansy as she looked at me with an angry face and pouty lips, one hand on her hip and her foot stomping the floor.
"Shut up!" she said looking furiuos.
I glared at her again up and down, boy did she look good, and good as in hot, hot as in fantastic!
Her lond silky straight black hair that went down to above the middle of her back was in uncomtrollable shiny sexy curls. Her dark chocalate eyes were made to look like they were popping out at me, by her smoky black and purple makeup. And even though she had a very pale complexion, today she had a bit of rouge to her great looking cheekbones and clear lipgloss to her lips.
Her dress was a dark purple satin, with a low tight neckline that made her chest seem out of this world, and little satin sleeves that barely covered her shoulders. Around her waist was a little black belt that made her waist seem tinier then it already was. The front of her dress went all away down to her feet, and the front part was pleated all away down, while the rest of the fabric from behind was soft. Her little feet were invisible under the drapes of her dress.
"What ARE you looking at?" she asked me, maybe a bit too astonished that I spent so much time staring at her like that.
"Just at how ugly are!" I lied, unfortunately she saw right through me.
"Come let me fix your tie and then were out of here." She said ignoring my displeasure of going to the ball.
I stood for the first time silently in front of her, as her tiny little body approached me where I was standing in front of the mirror. Neither of us talked, as she reached her lacy-gloved hands to my neck and did a superb job of tieing it up.
Maybe it was the way we were dressed or the mood of the night, but it was the first time I ever acknowledged her beauty and the fact that I actually liked her.
For the first time we stared in each others eyes for a few seconds, until we both realized what we were doing, blushed madly about it, and then began acting smugly once again.
"What a fantastic job I did of tieing your tie, too bad you are so incompentant that you can't even do that!" she said with a smirk on her face that seemed almost grateful for that the weird silence was finally over.
"Shut up and let's go, or we will be late!" I said tugging at her arm.
"You shut up!" she said tugging it away from me.
"No you!" I said once again stopping to look at her.
And thank Merlin things went back as they were as we both jumped into each others arms and began to makeout wikedly, almost forgetting about the ball. Not that we would miss anything important now would we?
NARRATOR'S POV
One thing that Hermione, Draco, Harry and Ron don't know though, that this one night might be the night that will change them down to their very and deepest souls. They will finally find out what they are meant for and for whom. But for that you all better stick around, much more excitement awaits to those who possess the ability to be intrigued by the world of Harry Potter, and better yet, for those who possess patience above all other things.
THANKS!!!