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J.K.Rowling.
**Hey hey everyone!! Well I think I mostly explained it in the email to everyone why I hadn't updated this story in so long. And for those who didn't catch it. It's because one: everyone was sooo busy with school and exams, and two because I wanted as sure as everyone else aswell, wanted to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which by the way was an awesome book!!!**
**Well Im not going to summarize this chapter as I usually do, because I want it to be a total ssurprise!! Heeheee, devious little me!!!! So come on, read on!!**
CHAPTER 39-THE NIGHT OF DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES? Part 1
HERMIONE'S POV
We had finally reached the main entrance of the ball. My arm was slipped into Flint's and he didn't keep his eyes off of me as I kept looking up meekly into his eyes. I couldn't help it, but I've never seen someone look at me like that besides Draco. I couldn't help but to smile at him, as I stopped and went on my tip toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which seemed to even surprise him, as though I was holding back from him so much, since we were falsely romanticlly involved.
Ginny had just gotten there with Goyle's grubby hands around her waist. What she saw in that pug faced dummy, I would never know, but then again, people thought that I was crazy to be going out with Flint, because of his buck teeth. (Even though I wasn't going out with him).
Ginny looked cute in a pink satin gown that looked very elegant, but at the same time the clashyness that went with her hair made her looks even more pretty. I think she wore such a sophisticated number so people would treat her more like a grown up for once. And I did admit she looked like one. Her red hair slicked up into a tight bun, her long red eyelashes, black from mascara, with pink lipstick on her lips. She had a pink bright bracelette on her wrist and that was all.
As I looked to Goyle who seem to be having a good time, but had an almost bewildered face upon him, as if something had happened that he did not expect, or as almost as he feared something would happen, which worried him a bit.
"Hermione you look soo rad!!!" yelled out Lavender pulling Seamus's arm in our direction, who looked totally bored as if he had no choice. He seemed to look at Flint wondering why he wasn't bored.
"Totally!!!" yelled out Pavarti from behind Lavender, also pulling Dean along who apparently had the exact same face as Seamus, bored and out of place.
"Uhhhhhh."I wondered looking from both Pavarti to Lavender's dress.
"Haha, ya I know this is peculiar, but we were arguing about it for sooo long." Laughed out Pavarti keeping a steady hold of Dean as if he would try to run away.
"I know, and I don't know about you, but I rather share the light and wear the same dress, then be stuck with a dress that we both hated. Plus it was rather cute to dress up Seamus and Dean the same wasn't it sweety?" she asked Seamus who looked to her and simply nodded and turned his face to the Great Hall once more.
I first looked at the beautiful velvet brown dresses that Laveder and Pavarti were wearing to the dark chocalate brown suits that the Seamus and Dean wore, as I heard Flint sniggered a bit, I turned an followed Seamus's gaze to the great hall.
I had never seen any Great Hall look so immense and so beautiful. It reminded me much of Hogwarts the day of the Yule dance, but much more bigger, much more tables, and much more decoration.
And from certain part of the enourmous hall, fake bewitched snows fell upon everyone, but before it reached anyone's head it would vanish. The Weird Sisters were back again to play their great assembly of music, as we all strode to the dance floor just to chit chat with other people.
I finally noticed the teachers coming in, but none of them really gave me much interest until I saw Sirius coming in looking handsome as ever, with Professor Evee perched on his arm, walking gracefully, almost as she wished not to fall. She looked around the room suspiciously. Even though this behaviour was odd, my eyes were still on how beautiful she looked.
Her long long dark hair was poring down her back, parted that the middle of her head, some strands tied to the back of her head. She wore a fitted black knee length sequin dress that shined with her every movement, not to mention, the pink like cape that went down to her feet as she walked, also convering her neck as she most often did.
As she strode to the teachers table and took her place between Professor Snape and Sirius, Snape obviously giving Sirius the most loathing of looks, Professor Evee stopped at me and waved. I waved back. She then began waving behind me so I spun around, to see one of the most handsome guys ever stare back at me.
It was Harry, I smiled and laugh when I saw him, and left Flint's side a minute to rush at him and hug him.
"Happy Christmas Harry!!" I said. When he was around I felt so happy and protected, even if he was just my friend. No one would replace the way I felt of Harry or Ron.
"Happy Christmas Hermione!!" he happily smiled and hugged me back with some pretty blonde girl at his side, that waited to be introduced.
As we released each other Harry began to speak again.
"Juliette, this is Hermione, she is my best friend besides Ron of course, and you have already met him." He said to her and me. For a minute I thought that a smile of jeolousy would rise upon her face as others did when they found out I was Harry's best friend, but Juliette seemed different, she seemed really nice.
"Hi there, nice to meet ya Hermione, I heard great things about you from Harry, I can't believe how smart you are, heehee!" she said gleefully, asI blushed at the compliment.
"Where's Flint?" asked Harry trying to seem happy about that he was my date.
"I suspect he..iss..."I stopped talking as I was pointing my thumb behind me in Flint's direction, as I watched two people come into the hall.
My face must of showed me burning with anger, cause both Harry and Juliette followed my eyes behind them. And there he was. Draco. Looking more handsome then ever followed by the most beautiful girl, I had ever seen, and undoublty everyone thought so too, as many people in the room just stared at them walking in.
Draco and Marie walked towards us because, it seemed that Juliette was a friend with Marie, and as Juliette left Harry's side to go talk to her, Harry whispered in my ear.
"I saw them leaving the Durmstrang living quarters, and Juliette and I saw them, and said that she was a good friend of Marie's. They were both talking, kinda awkard for Malfoy and I I'd say." Whispered Harry almost less than one breath.
I looked at Draco but he tried to avoid my eyes, so even though I felt as I began tearing up, I headed to my table alone and waited to get on with this night, my happy mood had drifted away slowly.
An hour or two passed, I couldn't tell, but I just sat at the table after dinner while everyone else was either dancing or chatting, I wasn't in the mood for either.
As I looked around the room I noticed that Flint, Draco and Goyle were in deep conversation in one corner with drinks in their hands.
DRACO'S POV
As I talked to Goyle and Flint, I realised that, by the looks of it, they seemed like changed men.
"I can't do it, shit, I just can't do it." Said Flint hitting his fist to the wall.
"Neither can I."Said Goyle looking to the ground.
"Hey I told you guys, that those letters were bullshit, and that you didn't need to go by them but you didn't listen." I told them taking a sip of my drink.
"Are you mad Malfoy, our fathers are going to kill us from not disposing of Weasley or Granger, I mean that was the plan wasn't it? The letters said that we needed to be chmumy towards them, so we can hurt them tonight and give Potter a weakness, you know how he is with his friends." Flint explained.
I truly remember that night when we had arrived at Durmstrang, and everyone had received awful letters including Hermione, that spoke nothing but bad news. Except for us Slytherins, who had written descriptions of who we were to dispose of, because it told us that one night soon the Dark Lord would have enough energy to come within the walls of this very school. Some how I highly doubted it.
Flint and Goyle were all for it though, their fathers had plainly described what they were to do. But it seemed as they had fallen for the girls they were not with. Even though it was maddening to me, that Flint possessed such feelings over Hermione that he would neglect his Death Eater job. But I could understand at the same time, how Flint changed what he thought about Hermione, as she did the same thing to me.
When I looked at her as she sat there alone at the table my heart began to beat faster, my hands became all sweaty and I didn't blink. I felt my chest begin to rise as my lungs began to seak for air. I thought that maybe I should go talk to her, but as always, no one but Potter decided to come in at the worst moment of all.
HERMIONE'S POV
I remember thinking to myself that night how different I felt not knowing I wasn't spending this enchanted evening with Draco. I felt my nose tightened up and my eyes blur, I could feel the tears swelling, but I refused to let them free. I looked up at him but before I could, I felt a warm gentle hand on my shoulder.
"How you doing?" asked Harry, taking a seat beside me.
"I miss him Harry." I replied honestly letting him take a hold of my hand. We both sat in silence as he caressed my hand gently, I felt as though his hand was rather shaky, almost as if he were nervous.
He seemed to be thinking about what he should tell me. I knew he didn't approve about this so called "fling" with Draco, but I also knew that Harry wouldn't want to see me sad, and he also replied with the most suprising of answers.
He leaned into my ear and whispered.
"What are you waiting for Hermione, go get what you want." I giggled to myself and turned to look at him.
"Your right." I said leaning in to kiss him on cheek. "Thanks Harry".
Almost as if it were destined, and almost as if it were fate, just as I got up a faint slow, romantic music was set. The lights and candles darkened, the floor glittered in gold, and all lovebirds around me began to pair up and began to dance as if there were no tommorow.
In the distance I saw Ron and Pansy (rather late I might add since they missed dinner). They came running in looking quite disheveled, hair tousled, Pansy's strap falling down her shoulder, and Ron's tie undone. I smiled happily to myself, I was glad that Ron found someone for himself, even if it was Pansy.
I desperately searched the floor for the one person I cared more then anything right now but to speak. He seemed to vanish before my very eyes, he was no where to be seen. Finally, I saw him in the distance and he spotted me, our eyes interlocked and we did not move. I almost swayed to one side of faint just by his approaching. I felt I could feel the heat radiating from his body towards me. I took one step forward when the most unfortunate thing happened.
"Hermione baby, this is our dance." Flint said outload. I knew Draco had heard this, and when I looked back at him as Flint grabbed me in his arms. I saw Draco keep his steady deep eyes looking towards me, when he was interrupted from his trance when Marie came to him, and obviously asked him for a dance. So we both looked away from each other, what felt like the last time.
DRACO'S POV
As I grabbed Marie in arms and gently danced with her under the moonlight of Great Hall, I knew that it felt wrong, that this entire evening was wrong, as long as it wasn't with Hermione. I missed her, I desired her, and I wanted her completely, and I was becoming maddened with jeolousy watching Flints crummy hands all over her. I felt that my feelings for her grew deeper and deeper inside me within seconds. I noticed that Marie and I stopped dancing, and I knew that it wasn't because of me, it was she, she had stopped dancing.
"Why have you stopped?" I asked her trying to sound more worried then I was.
Marie looked at me with those ocean aqua eyes and then looked toward the crowd, she seemed to have picked something up.
"Draco dear, you are so sweet and so charming, and an amazing guy. But I see the way you look at her, and I see the way you look at me." She smiled happily. "Go to her..."
I saw the understanding in her eyes, and I knew she meant every word, she wasn't jeolous or mad or disliked me or seemed upset at Hermione.
"Are you sure?" I asked her bewildered.
"Yes.I know how it is to have lost someone you care about, now go on." She smiled again, even though she sounded a bit more down then before.
I picked up her hand and kissed it gently and then slowly turned away, and I knew that I would always save a place in my heart for Marie, she indeed was a beautiful person inside and out.
But there she was, in the hands of a creep that I felt like barging my hand through his head, not to mention a creep that began to develop feelings for her. I stood watching her, waiting to grab her attention.
HERMIONE'S POV
Flint was an aweful dancer, not nearly as good as Draco. And to be honest, I had never danced with Draco. I had only imagined what he danced like in my dreams. I pictured it would be like dancing with a beautiful angel from heaven. Feeling him taking me up into his wings, flying and gliding through the air. As Flint and I turned, (him stepping all over my feet), I caught a glimpse of the very angel I was thinking of. It was Draco, and not only was he looking back at me with that crazy and sexy smirk of his, he was alone, and not dancing with Marie. I couldn't help but smile back, and felt my eyes blurring up once again.
I had to stop this, It just wasn't right. I stopped dancing and desentangled myself from Flint's arms.
I saw his face and how confused he looked and it just made things all the harder for me to tell him the truth.
"Im sorry Marcus, this..this just isn't working." I told him, waiting for him to ask me to add on.
"What do you mean?" I wondered how he could be totally oblivious of the sham of a relationship that we have been having.
"I just can't lie to you or myself any longer, I can't stand being wrapped in your arms, when my mind keeps wondering and my heart keeps feeling to be with someone else. And it's just not fair to you." I explained to him gently taking a hold of his hand.
"Im sorry." and I began to walk away not letting him talk and slowly letting go of his hand in the process. I felt his eyes stare a hole through my back as I walked away. But I didn't care anymore, I was finally free, and I was going to take advantage of this moment before something intervened once again.
I began to walk slowly towards him, my angel as he did the same, and then I couldn't take any longer and I ran to him, even pushing some dancers out of my way, and hearing some groans and annoyance of some other couples.
When I got to him I flinged my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and I began to cry. All tears that I kept up inside me these past weeks just bursted out, and I couldn't tell anymore if it was of sadness or of joy. All I knew that..
"I love you..."I whispered in his ear.
Suddenly though he pushed me back and glared at me, steading my face by putting his hands on my cheek, for a second there I thought he felt differently. But then I saw him put on that smile that was made for me to be happy, and those eyes that made my insides melt.
"Me too. I mean I love you too." I giggled softly as he brushed my cheek and he rubbed away my tears.
"I just couldn't do it anymore" I cried. "I don't want any more lies."
"It's okey, it's alright, you don't have to lie anymore, okey?" he softly reassured me.
I slowly panicked as I saw some eyes on us.
"But what are people gonna think, what about your father.what about."
"Hermione, I don't care, I love you, and as long as were together I don't care about anything else." He kept caressing my cheeks and I smiled and touched my noise against his.
"Yes." I whispered. "As long as were tog.the...r".
"ARGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
We spun fast around as we heard the cry of someone out in the other end of the hall.
And I knew who that was as I began to run fast towards where I heard the scream knowing exaclty who it came from with Draco speeding behind me.
I got there and saw him kneeling on the ground clutching his hands to his head as if he was having a near to death experience. I knelt down beside him and Ron who had also heard the scream and ran towards Harry.
I then asked him,
"Harry?" he was slightly shivering with anger at the same time he looked flushed and sweaty all over, and I had to lean in to hear him speak when he slowly began to reapeat and whisper,
"He's here...."
**Hey hey everyone!! Well I think I mostly explained it in the email to everyone why I hadn't updated this story in so long. And for those who didn't catch it. It's because one: everyone was sooo busy with school and exams, and two because I wanted as sure as everyone else aswell, wanted to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which by the way was an awesome book!!!**
**Well Im not going to summarize this chapter as I usually do, because I want it to be a total ssurprise!! Heeheee, devious little me!!!! So come on, read on!!**
CHAPTER 39-THE NIGHT OF DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES? Part 1
HERMIONE'S POV
We had finally reached the main entrance of the ball. My arm was slipped into Flint's and he didn't keep his eyes off of me as I kept looking up meekly into his eyes. I couldn't help it, but I've never seen someone look at me like that besides Draco. I couldn't help but to smile at him, as I stopped and went on my tip toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which seemed to even surprise him, as though I was holding back from him so much, since we were falsely romanticlly involved.
Ginny had just gotten there with Goyle's grubby hands around her waist. What she saw in that pug faced dummy, I would never know, but then again, people thought that I was crazy to be going out with Flint, because of his buck teeth. (Even though I wasn't going out with him).
Ginny looked cute in a pink satin gown that looked very elegant, but at the same time the clashyness that went with her hair made her looks even more pretty. I think she wore such a sophisticated number so people would treat her more like a grown up for once. And I did admit she looked like one. Her red hair slicked up into a tight bun, her long red eyelashes, black from mascara, with pink lipstick on her lips. She had a pink bright bracelette on her wrist and that was all.
As I looked to Goyle who seem to be having a good time, but had an almost bewildered face upon him, as if something had happened that he did not expect, or as almost as he feared something would happen, which worried him a bit.
"Hermione you look soo rad!!!" yelled out Lavender pulling Seamus's arm in our direction, who looked totally bored as if he had no choice. He seemed to look at Flint wondering why he wasn't bored.
"Totally!!!" yelled out Pavarti from behind Lavender, also pulling Dean along who apparently had the exact same face as Seamus, bored and out of place.
"Uhhhhhh."I wondered looking from both Pavarti to Lavender's dress.
"Haha, ya I know this is peculiar, but we were arguing about it for sooo long." Laughed out Pavarti keeping a steady hold of Dean as if he would try to run away.
"I know, and I don't know about you, but I rather share the light and wear the same dress, then be stuck with a dress that we both hated. Plus it was rather cute to dress up Seamus and Dean the same wasn't it sweety?" she asked Seamus who looked to her and simply nodded and turned his face to the Great Hall once more.
I first looked at the beautiful velvet brown dresses that Laveder and Pavarti were wearing to the dark chocalate brown suits that the Seamus and Dean wore, as I heard Flint sniggered a bit, I turned an followed Seamus's gaze to the great hall.
I had never seen any Great Hall look so immense and so beautiful. It reminded me much of Hogwarts the day of the Yule dance, but much more bigger, much more tables, and much more decoration.
And from certain part of the enourmous hall, fake bewitched snows fell upon everyone, but before it reached anyone's head it would vanish. The Weird Sisters were back again to play their great assembly of music, as we all strode to the dance floor just to chit chat with other people.
I finally noticed the teachers coming in, but none of them really gave me much interest until I saw Sirius coming in looking handsome as ever, with Professor Evee perched on his arm, walking gracefully, almost as she wished not to fall. She looked around the room suspiciously. Even though this behaviour was odd, my eyes were still on how beautiful she looked.
Her long long dark hair was poring down her back, parted that the middle of her head, some strands tied to the back of her head. She wore a fitted black knee length sequin dress that shined with her every movement, not to mention, the pink like cape that went down to her feet as she walked, also convering her neck as she most often did.
As she strode to the teachers table and took her place between Professor Snape and Sirius, Snape obviously giving Sirius the most loathing of looks, Professor Evee stopped at me and waved. I waved back. She then began waving behind me so I spun around, to see one of the most handsome guys ever stare back at me.
It was Harry, I smiled and laugh when I saw him, and left Flint's side a minute to rush at him and hug him.
"Happy Christmas Harry!!" I said. When he was around I felt so happy and protected, even if he was just my friend. No one would replace the way I felt of Harry or Ron.
"Happy Christmas Hermione!!" he happily smiled and hugged me back with some pretty blonde girl at his side, that waited to be introduced.
As we released each other Harry began to speak again.
"Juliette, this is Hermione, she is my best friend besides Ron of course, and you have already met him." He said to her and me. For a minute I thought that a smile of jeolousy would rise upon her face as others did when they found out I was Harry's best friend, but Juliette seemed different, she seemed really nice.
"Hi there, nice to meet ya Hermione, I heard great things about you from Harry, I can't believe how smart you are, heehee!" she said gleefully, asI blushed at the compliment.
"Where's Flint?" asked Harry trying to seem happy about that he was my date.
"I suspect he..iss..."I stopped talking as I was pointing my thumb behind me in Flint's direction, as I watched two people come into the hall.
My face must of showed me burning with anger, cause both Harry and Juliette followed my eyes behind them. And there he was. Draco. Looking more handsome then ever followed by the most beautiful girl, I had ever seen, and undoublty everyone thought so too, as many people in the room just stared at them walking in.
Draco and Marie walked towards us because, it seemed that Juliette was a friend with Marie, and as Juliette left Harry's side to go talk to her, Harry whispered in my ear.
"I saw them leaving the Durmstrang living quarters, and Juliette and I saw them, and said that she was a good friend of Marie's. They were both talking, kinda awkard for Malfoy and I I'd say." Whispered Harry almost less than one breath.
I looked at Draco but he tried to avoid my eyes, so even though I felt as I began tearing up, I headed to my table alone and waited to get on with this night, my happy mood had drifted away slowly.
An hour or two passed, I couldn't tell, but I just sat at the table after dinner while everyone else was either dancing or chatting, I wasn't in the mood for either.
As I looked around the room I noticed that Flint, Draco and Goyle were in deep conversation in one corner with drinks in their hands.
DRACO'S POV
As I talked to Goyle and Flint, I realised that, by the looks of it, they seemed like changed men.
"I can't do it, shit, I just can't do it." Said Flint hitting his fist to the wall.
"Neither can I."Said Goyle looking to the ground.
"Hey I told you guys, that those letters were bullshit, and that you didn't need to go by them but you didn't listen." I told them taking a sip of my drink.
"Are you mad Malfoy, our fathers are going to kill us from not disposing of Weasley or Granger, I mean that was the plan wasn't it? The letters said that we needed to be chmumy towards them, so we can hurt them tonight and give Potter a weakness, you know how he is with his friends." Flint explained.
I truly remember that night when we had arrived at Durmstrang, and everyone had received awful letters including Hermione, that spoke nothing but bad news. Except for us Slytherins, who had written descriptions of who we were to dispose of, because it told us that one night soon the Dark Lord would have enough energy to come within the walls of this very school. Some how I highly doubted it.
Flint and Goyle were all for it though, their fathers had plainly described what they were to do. But it seemed as they had fallen for the girls they were not with. Even though it was maddening to me, that Flint possessed such feelings over Hermione that he would neglect his Death Eater job. But I could understand at the same time, how Flint changed what he thought about Hermione, as she did the same thing to me.
When I looked at her as she sat there alone at the table my heart began to beat faster, my hands became all sweaty and I didn't blink. I felt my chest begin to rise as my lungs began to seak for air. I thought that maybe I should go talk to her, but as always, no one but Potter decided to come in at the worst moment of all.
HERMIONE'S POV
I remember thinking to myself that night how different I felt not knowing I wasn't spending this enchanted evening with Draco. I felt my nose tightened up and my eyes blur, I could feel the tears swelling, but I refused to let them free. I looked up at him but before I could, I felt a warm gentle hand on my shoulder.
"How you doing?" asked Harry, taking a seat beside me.
"I miss him Harry." I replied honestly letting him take a hold of my hand. We both sat in silence as he caressed my hand gently, I felt as though his hand was rather shaky, almost as if he were nervous.
He seemed to be thinking about what he should tell me. I knew he didn't approve about this so called "fling" with Draco, but I also knew that Harry wouldn't want to see me sad, and he also replied with the most suprising of answers.
He leaned into my ear and whispered.
"What are you waiting for Hermione, go get what you want." I giggled to myself and turned to look at him.
"Your right." I said leaning in to kiss him on cheek. "Thanks Harry".
Almost as if it were destined, and almost as if it were fate, just as I got up a faint slow, romantic music was set. The lights and candles darkened, the floor glittered in gold, and all lovebirds around me began to pair up and began to dance as if there were no tommorow.
In the distance I saw Ron and Pansy (rather late I might add since they missed dinner). They came running in looking quite disheveled, hair tousled, Pansy's strap falling down her shoulder, and Ron's tie undone. I smiled happily to myself, I was glad that Ron found someone for himself, even if it was Pansy.
I desperately searched the floor for the one person I cared more then anything right now but to speak. He seemed to vanish before my very eyes, he was no where to be seen. Finally, I saw him in the distance and he spotted me, our eyes interlocked and we did not move. I almost swayed to one side of faint just by his approaching. I felt I could feel the heat radiating from his body towards me. I took one step forward when the most unfortunate thing happened.
"Hermione baby, this is our dance." Flint said outload. I knew Draco had heard this, and when I looked back at him as Flint grabbed me in his arms. I saw Draco keep his steady deep eyes looking towards me, when he was interrupted from his trance when Marie came to him, and obviously asked him for a dance. So we both looked away from each other, what felt like the last time.
DRACO'S POV
As I grabbed Marie in arms and gently danced with her under the moonlight of Great Hall, I knew that it felt wrong, that this entire evening was wrong, as long as it wasn't with Hermione. I missed her, I desired her, and I wanted her completely, and I was becoming maddened with jeolousy watching Flints crummy hands all over her. I felt that my feelings for her grew deeper and deeper inside me within seconds. I noticed that Marie and I stopped dancing, and I knew that it wasn't because of me, it was she, she had stopped dancing.
"Why have you stopped?" I asked her trying to sound more worried then I was.
Marie looked at me with those ocean aqua eyes and then looked toward the crowd, she seemed to have picked something up.
"Draco dear, you are so sweet and so charming, and an amazing guy. But I see the way you look at her, and I see the way you look at me." She smiled happily. "Go to her..."
I saw the understanding in her eyes, and I knew she meant every word, she wasn't jeolous or mad or disliked me or seemed upset at Hermione.
"Are you sure?" I asked her bewildered.
"Yes.I know how it is to have lost someone you care about, now go on." She smiled again, even though she sounded a bit more down then before.
I picked up her hand and kissed it gently and then slowly turned away, and I knew that I would always save a place in my heart for Marie, she indeed was a beautiful person inside and out.
But there she was, in the hands of a creep that I felt like barging my hand through his head, not to mention a creep that began to develop feelings for her. I stood watching her, waiting to grab her attention.
HERMIONE'S POV
Flint was an aweful dancer, not nearly as good as Draco. And to be honest, I had never danced with Draco. I had only imagined what he danced like in my dreams. I pictured it would be like dancing with a beautiful angel from heaven. Feeling him taking me up into his wings, flying and gliding through the air. As Flint and I turned, (him stepping all over my feet), I caught a glimpse of the very angel I was thinking of. It was Draco, and not only was he looking back at me with that crazy and sexy smirk of his, he was alone, and not dancing with Marie. I couldn't help but smile back, and felt my eyes blurring up once again.
I had to stop this, It just wasn't right. I stopped dancing and desentangled myself from Flint's arms.
I saw his face and how confused he looked and it just made things all the harder for me to tell him the truth.
"Im sorry Marcus, this..this just isn't working." I told him, waiting for him to ask me to add on.
"What do you mean?" I wondered how he could be totally oblivious of the sham of a relationship that we have been having.
"I just can't lie to you or myself any longer, I can't stand being wrapped in your arms, when my mind keeps wondering and my heart keeps feeling to be with someone else. And it's just not fair to you." I explained to him gently taking a hold of his hand.
"Im sorry." and I began to walk away not letting him talk and slowly letting go of his hand in the process. I felt his eyes stare a hole through my back as I walked away. But I didn't care anymore, I was finally free, and I was going to take advantage of this moment before something intervened once again.
I began to walk slowly towards him, my angel as he did the same, and then I couldn't take any longer and I ran to him, even pushing some dancers out of my way, and hearing some groans and annoyance of some other couples.
When I got to him I flinged my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and I began to cry. All tears that I kept up inside me these past weeks just bursted out, and I couldn't tell anymore if it was of sadness or of joy. All I knew that..
"I love you..."I whispered in his ear.
Suddenly though he pushed me back and glared at me, steading my face by putting his hands on my cheek, for a second there I thought he felt differently. But then I saw him put on that smile that was made for me to be happy, and those eyes that made my insides melt.
"Me too. I mean I love you too." I giggled softly as he brushed my cheek and he rubbed away my tears.
"I just couldn't do it anymore" I cried. "I don't want any more lies."
"It's okey, it's alright, you don't have to lie anymore, okey?" he softly reassured me.
I slowly panicked as I saw some eyes on us.
"But what are people gonna think, what about your father.what about."
"Hermione, I don't care, I love you, and as long as were together I don't care about anything else." He kept caressing my cheeks and I smiled and touched my noise against his.
"Yes." I whispered. "As long as were tog.the...r".
"ARGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
We spun fast around as we heard the cry of someone out in the other end of the hall.
And I knew who that was as I began to run fast towards where I heard the scream knowing exaclty who it came from with Draco speeding behind me.
I got there and saw him kneeling on the ground clutching his hands to his head as if he was having a near to death experience. I knelt down beside him and Ron who had also heard the scream and ran towards Harry.
I then asked him,
"Harry?" he was slightly shivering with anger at the same time he looked flushed and sweaty all over, and I had to lean in to hear him speak when he slowly began to reapeat and whisper,
"He's here...."