A/N: hey all! Only a few chapters to go. I don't know how many chapters I
can drag the ball through . . . two maybe. I'm not sure, well here ya are.
Chapter 22
The four of them walked into the Entrance Hall. Hermione had her arm tucked around Ron's. She skimmed the multi colored crowd, looking for Draco's blonde head. He was nowhere in sight. And with a sudden pang to her stomach, she realized: she had not asked Draco whom he was going to the dance with, nor had he mentioned anything about it. It surprised her how fast jealousy took over her mind.
"Is everything alright Hermione?" Ron asked her. She smiled at him.
"Yes, I'm just being silly, that's all."
"What do you mean?" The four of them stood in a corner, waiting with the rest of the crowd for the oak doors to open to the Great Hall.
"Oh, nothing Ron, don't worry about it. I'm fine." She knew if she told him, it would upset him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do to him.
"You're sure?"
"Yes," she reassured him with a smile. Harry was immersed in conversation with Ginny, whom Hermione could hear giggling.
Squinting, Hermione scanned the crowd again, and spotted him at last.
~*~*~
Draco walked into the Entrance Hall, Pansy glued to his side. It was difficult for him to act as if he enjoyed her company. He looked around as the students milling around, talking and socializing. He felt eyes upon him. Turning his head, he nearly jumped at the fiery brown eyes that stared right back at him, wide and he could practically feel a hole being burned right through him. He knew she'd act, but he had no idea she'd act like this. Her eyes followed him as Pansy steered him into a group of Slytherin 5th years. He grinned at her, and knew instantly it was the *wrong* thing to do. It would have been smarter to tell her than to just keep it from her, he decided at once. Her lips were pursed (s/p?) and she threw him a malicious glare. No, he thought, he hadn't expected her to act like this.
~*~*~
A shiver ran down her spine as she turned away from Draco's gaze, knowing he was still watching her. In spite, she moved closer to Ron, throwing on a dazzling smile.
"You look so great tonight Hermione." He said quietly.
"So you've said," She said in the same tone.
"Shall we go?" Harry said. The oak doors had opened and the four of them walked toward the entrance.
~*~*~
He noticed how she glided instead of walked, and the silk robes swirled around her legs, making her look, if it was even possible, he mused, even more beautiful. He felt an elbow I his ribs.
"Ow!"
"You were staring at the mudblood. What is up with you Draco?" she lifted an eyebrow at him. Mental head slap, he thought.
"Oh nothing, just disgusted she came with Weasel. You'd think she could do better than *him*." Draco through as much malice in his voice that his heart would allow.
"Yeah! She could've come with you!" Pansy gave a hearty laugh. He tried to laugh with her, but he couldn't. He couldn't get the look of her face out of his head. . .
He moved forward with the rest of the Slytherin pack, trying not to look over at Hermione, who looked rather cozy next to Weasly.
~*~*~
Ron pulled out her chair and she gracefully sat.
"Thank you Ron."
"A gentleman's duty," He said, bowing. She giggled at him.
"You think you could learn something from him," said Ginny, slapping Harry on the arm.
"Sorry, I didn't want to look like an idiot Ginny," Harry said, laughing and rubbing him arm where she hit him. "Hey!" said Ron.
"Ha! My date is a gentleman, and you have, well. . ." Said Hermione, motioning toward Harry, "that."
"Well excuse me, Mrs. Mal-" he stopped mid sentence, seeing the look Hermione threw at him. He's crossed the line.
"Am I missing something?" Ginny asked, looking between them.
"No Gin, I have no idea what Harry is talking about." She said calmly, not breaking the look at Harry. The music stared up and Harry stood, holding out his hand to Ginny.
"Would you like to dance madam?" He bowed, his hand still held out.
"Now who looks like an idiot?" Ron chortled.
"Oh shut up, you're just jealous," smiled Ginny, taking Harry's hand. Ron and Hermione watched them walk onto the dance floor where a few other people were dancing. Hermione looked back at Ron, who had his eyebrows raised.
"Not right now Ron," she said. "Sorry. I just don't feel like dancing at the moment."
"What do you feel like doing?" 'Punch the living daylight out of pansy.' She thought wickedly.
"Butterbeer," She grinned.
"Alright," said Ron, catching the signal, "I'll go get some, don't move."
"I don't plan on it." Yet.
Hermione stared at the candle that sat on the table, intrigued by its glowing golden-yellow light. With a start, she realized someone was tapping on her shoulder. And spun around to find no one there. She looked to her other side and found Draco's eyes staring up at her. He was kneeling on one side of her chair, unseen by others.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
"To talk to you." He replied simply.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the dance with that garbage?" she threw at him.
"You didn't ask."
"I shouldn't have to ask Draco." She spat.
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
She was a little taken aback. She expected a fight.
"Remember our plan, you still want to go though with it right?" he said.
"Oh, of course." Well not really, she thought, scared.
"It'll be alright, don't be scared." He brought his hand to her face and ran his fingers along her cheek. "It'll be alright, I promise." He gave her a dazzling smile, then winked, and crawled out of sight.
A/N: Soooooo? The magic button works! Would ya look at that! Thank you to all that reviewed! I love you all! How about we see if we can reach the 100 mark with reviews? We're almost there! Again, I love you all!
Chapter 22
The four of them walked into the Entrance Hall. Hermione had her arm tucked around Ron's. She skimmed the multi colored crowd, looking for Draco's blonde head. He was nowhere in sight. And with a sudden pang to her stomach, she realized: she had not asked Draco whom he was going to the dance with, nor had he mentioned anything about it. It surprised her how fast jealousy took over her mind.
"Is everything alright Hermione?" Ron asked her. She smiled at him.
"Yes, I'm just being silly, that's all."
"What do you mean?" The four of them stood in a corner, waiting with the rest of the crowd for the oak doors to open to the Great Hall.
"Oh, nothing Ron, don't worry about it. I'm fine." She knew if she told him, it would upset him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do to him.
"You're sure?"
"Yes," she reassured him with a smile. Harry was immersed in conversation with Ginny, whom Hermione could hear giggling.
Squinting, Hermione scanned the crowd again, and spotted him at last.
~*~*~
Draco walked into the Entrance Hall, Pansy glued to his side. It was difficult for him to act as if he enjoyed her company. He looked around as the students milling around, talking and socializing. He felt eyes upon him. Turning his head, he nearly jumped at the fiery brown eyes that stared right back at him, wide and he could practically feel a hole being burned right through him. He knew she'd act, but he had no idea she'd act like this. Her eyes followed him as Pansy steered him into a group of Slytherin 5th years. He grinned at her, and knew instantly it was the *wrong* thing to do. It would have been smarter to tell her than to just keep it from her, he decided at once. Her lips were pursed (s/p?) and she threw him a malicious glare. No, he thought, he hadn't expected her to act like this.
~*~*~
A shiver ran down her spine as she turned away from Draco's gaze, knowing he was still watching her. In spite, she moved closer to Ron, throwing on a dazzling smile.
"You look so great tonight Hermione." He said quietly.
"So you've said," She said in the same tone.
"Shall we go?" Harry said. The oak doors had opened and the four of them walked toward the entrance.
~*~*~
He noticed how she glided instead of walked, and the silk robes swirled around her legs, making her look, if it was even possible, he mused, even more beautiful. He felt an elbow I his ribs.
"Ow!"
"You were staring at the mudblood. What is up with you Draco?" she lifted an eyebrow at him. Mental head slap, he thought.
"Oh nothing, just disgusted she came with Weasel. You'd think she could do better than *him*." Draco through as much malice in his voice that his heart would allow.
"Yeah! She could've come with you!" Pansy gave a hearty laugh. He tried to laugh with her, but he couldn't. He couldn't get the look of her face out of his head. . .
He moved forward with the rest of the Slytherin pack, trying not to look over at Hermione, who looked rather cozy next to Weasly.
~*~*~
Ron pulled out her chair and she gracefully sat.
"Thank you Ron."
"A gentleman's duty," He said, bowing. She giggled at him.
"You think you could learn something from him," said Ginny, slapping Harry on the arm.
"Sorry, I didn't want to look like an idiot Ginny," Harry said, laughing and rubbing him arm where she hit him. "Hey!" said Ron.
"Ha! My date is a gentleman, and you have, well. . ." Said Hermione, motioning toward Harry, "that."
"Well excuse me, Mrs. Mal-" he stopped mid sentence, seeing the look Hermione threw at him. He's crossed the line.
"Am I missing something?" Ginny asked, looking between them.
"No Gin, I have no idea what Harry is talking about." She said calmly, not breaking the look at Harry. The music stared up and Harry stood, holding out his hand to Ginny.
"Would you like to dance madam?" He bowed, his hand still held out.
"Now who looks like an idiot?" Ron chortled.
"Oh shut up, you're just jealous," smiled Ginny, taking Harry's hand. Ron and Hermione watched them walk onto the dance floor where a few other people were dancing. Hermione looked back at Ron, who had his eyebrows raised.
"Not right now Ron," she said. "Sorry. I just don't feel like dancing at the moment."
"What do you feel like doing?" 'Punch the living daylight out of pansy.' She thought wickedly.
"Butterbeer," She grinned.
"Alright," said Ron, catching the signal, "I'll go get some, don't move."
"I don't plan on it." Yet.
Hermione stared at the candle that sat on the table, intrigued by its glowing golden-yellow light. With a start, she realized someone was tapping on her shoulder. And spun around to find no one there. She looked to her other side and found Draco's eyes staring up at her. He was kneeling on one side of her chair, unseen by others.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
"To talk to you." He replied simply.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the dance with that garbage?" she threw at him.
"You didn't ask."
"I shouldn't have to ask Draco." She spat.
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
She was a little taken aback. She expected a fight.
"Remember our plan, you still want to go though with it right?" he said.
"Oh, of course." Well not really, she thought, scared.
"It'll be alright, don't be scared." He brought his hand to her face and ran his fingers along her cheek. "It'll be alright, I promise." He gave her a dazzling smile, then winked, and crawled out of sight.
A/N: Soooooo? The magic button works! Would ya look at that! Thank you to all that reviewed! I love you all! How about we see if we can reach the 100 mark with reviews? We're almost there! Again, I love you all!