A/N…*gets online today after the HOF parade and has over 40 reviews* well geez people! Do you have nothing else better to do than read my story!? Oh well! Thanks bunches!!! *Beams* I love you all!!!!!!! Onto the much anticipated story I guess. Very fluffy times ahead people! Hehe
Disclaimer…not my stuff, but it is my plot.
*****
When Draco was permitted to return to his room he did so with a skip in his step. He was completely better and had also had a lot of time to think. He thought mostly about Hermione, at least when he had his memory back, and had really noticed that she was not only beautiful but intelligent, funny, and an all around good person. He didn't care what anyone else would think about it, he wanted her, and that was that.
His father on the other hand was a completely different problem, he knew that if he ever found out that he was dating someone that wasn't a pureblood that he would kill him. And that was no joke.
He walked toward the common room where Hermione was busy reading by the fire. The weather had turned bitterly cold by the middle of October and the castle was cold as well, so she always kept the fire well stoked. The Gryffindor laid down her book and walked over to the wooden desk and sat down. She ran over the final list of plans for the Halloween dance, she had to plan it herself because Draco was in the hospital. She knew it was a costume ball, and she had booked a band called The Legends that played all muggle music. She had discussed dinner and decorations with the house elves, and now all she needed to do was find a date. But she already knew who that was going to be, she really had no choice.
Draco walked quietly into the common room and saw her bent over the desk writing furiously. He laughed softly and went over to her, sliding his hands up her back and resting them on her shoulders.
Screw them, I don't care any more. She's perfect and that's all that matters.
His hands upon her had sent shivers up her spine and her heart racing wildly. Why was he doing this? Why did he have to be like this when she knew that she was just going to end up getting hurt. He was a Malfoy after all, why would he like her?
She turned to face him in the chair, "Hello Draco." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Hello my dear Mudblood." He laughed almost evilly.
"Ah, Draco. Name calling isn't polite, and politeness is in the top ten things in the Malfoy code of honor, is it not?" She asked, playing along with his game.
"No Hermione, alas, it is in the bottom ten." He quipped, shaking his head sadly.
She had to laugh at this and smiled. She didn't care anymore…let her heart be broken, she needed to throw caution to the wind sometimes, and what a better time than now. She stood up from her chair and walked toward him.
"Too bad, my parents like polite people." She whispered.
He raised his eyebrow, "Well, we will just have to make them think I'm polite when I meet them won't we?"
He slipped his arms around her waist, she closed her eyes at the touch. "Draco."
"Hermione, I don't care what anyone thinks any more. Screw my father, let him rot in bloody hell. I want you."
She smiled, "Do you really mean that Draco?"
"How could I not? Your beautiful, intelligent, funny, caring, everything anyone could ever ask for. I don't know how I didn't see it before."
"Probably all that gel in your hair." She laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Why are you crying?"
"Its just…no one has ever said anything like that to me before."
"Well, get used to it." He laughed, brushing hair out of her eyes.
"I think I could." She smiled.
*****
The Halloween dance was two days away and Ron still hadn't asked Hermione to go.
"Ron, just do it." Harry pleaded in the common room. Hermione had made one of her few stops in the Gryffindor tower and Ron had no other choice but to do it now.
"Hermione, can I talk to you?" He asked, wringing his hands.
"Oh, sure Ron, about what?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Halloween ball with me."
Her heart sank, "Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I can't, I have to go to all the balls with Malfoy." She spat out his last name in order to keep her charade up.
"Oh. Alright then, no big deal. Sorry." He frowned.
"I'm sorry Ron, really I am." She said her goodbyes and left for her room. She still had to work on her costume.
She had bought a beautiful dress from one of the shops in Hogsmeade, she intended to be Bloody Mary. One of the ghosts that was most well known in the 1800's. The dress looked like it was from the time of Queen Mary, it had a huge bell skirt and lots of frills and such. She had made tears in it and charmed blood on it so that it would make her look like the real Bloody Mary, beyond the beheading.
She went through the portrait hole and into the common room. Noticing that Draco's door was closed she went straight to hers and laid down. It had been quite a long day.
*****
That Friday came very fast, and all classes had been canceled for the day by the request of Hermione. So she decided to take a long hot bath before getting ready for the ball. She slept until 11:30 that day and when she woke up, Draco had already gone. She rung the bell and a house elf came and brought her another big bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. She filled the tub with sunflower bubbles and undressed. Flopping into the tub she sunk down until she was covered in the suds.
She heard the portrait swing shut and a ruffle of clothing and instantly knew that Draco was back. She heard a soft knock at the door and sunk deeper into the suds, calling out, "It's open."
Draco stepped into the bathroom with his hand over his eyes, she had to giggle. "I'm covered Draco, you don't have to do that."
He uncovered his eyes and noted that she was in fact covered up to her neck in bubbles.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew that we were going to the dance together tonight."
"I know, what are you going as?" She asked, wringing out her hair.
"You'll just have to wait and see now won't you?" He snickered.
"I guess. Now get out! I need to go get ready!" She shooed him out of the room and got out and dried herself with a drying charm.
She dressed in her gown and looked in the mirror, then swept her hair up like in the picture of Bloody Mary that she had hanging on the edge of the mirror. She charmed her skin to look paler and then, she was done. The dress had really done wonders for her, making her look thinner because of the corset and it really brought out the large chest she had acquired through adolescence as the neckline was cut very low and showed a lot of cleavage. She put on the costume jewelry necklace that she had bought from the same shop. Now she really looked like Queen Mary.
She stepped into the common room to wait for Draco. She was supposed to be there early to make sure that everything was going well. Sitting down in the armchair with a sigh she crossed her legs and waited for her date. She heard a door open and footsteps behind her.
"Good evening my dear." She heard a cool voice say from behind her.
She turned around to see Draco with a high collared cape on. He had charmed his canines to grow to a point and had also done the skin paling charm. He was a vampire.
"Good evening Count." She giggled.
"Shall we?" He offered her his arm and led her out the door and down to the Great Hall. It had been decorated spectacularly with jack-o-lanterns floating from the ceiling, and beautiful streamers everywhere. It was wonderful. The candlelit tables were set for two this year, and there were also a few four person tables here and there. Her and Draco's table was at the front with the two high backed chairs, it was also candlelit, but decorated more drastically. Everything was perfect.
*****
A/N…hope this holds you all over…ill write the ball tomorrow! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AGAIN! Hehe…love you all!
Love and Fluff,
Natalie
Disclaimer…not my stuff, but it is my plot.
*****
When Draco was permitted to return to his room he did so with a skip in his step. He was completely better and had also had a lot of time to think. He thought mostly about Hermione, at least when he had his memory back, and had really noticed that she was not only beautiful but intelligent, funny, and an all around good person. He didn't care what anyone else would think about it, he wanted her, and that was that.
His father on the other hand was a completely different problem, he knew that if he ever found out that he was dating someone that wasn't a pureblood that he would kill him. And that was no joke.
He walked toward the common room where Hermione was busy reading by the fire. The weather had turned bitterly cold by the middle of October and the castle was cold as well, so she always kept the fire well stoked. The Gryffindor laid down her book and walked over to the wooden desk and sat down. She ran over the final list of plans for the Halloween dance, she had to plan it herself because Draco was in the hospital. She knew it was a costume ball, and she had booked a band called The Legends that played all muggle music. She had discussed dinner and decorations with the house elves, and now all she needed to do was find a date. But she already knew who that was going to be, she really had no choice.
Draco walked quietly into the common room and saw her bent over the desk writing furiously. He laughed softly and went over to her, sliding his hands up her back and resting them on her shoulders.
Screw them, I don't care any more. She's perfect and that's all that matters.
His hands upon her had sent shivers up her spine and her heart racing wildly. Why was he doing this? Why did he have to be like this when she knew that she was just going to end up getting hurt. He was a Malfoy after all, why would he like her?
She turned to face him in the chair, "Hello Draco." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Hello my dear Mudblood." He laughed almost evilly.
"Ah, Draco. Name calling isn't polite, and politeness is in the top ten things in the Malfoy code of honor, is it not?" She asked, playing along with his game.
"No Hermione, alas, it is in the bottom ten." He quipped, shaking his head sadly.
She had to laugh at this and smiled. She didn't care anymore…let her heart be broken, she needed to throw caution to the wind sometimes, and what a better time than now. She stood up from her chair and walked toward him.
"Too bad, my parents like polite people." She whispered.
He raised his eyebrow, "Well, we will just have to make them think I'm polite when I meet them won't we?"
He slipped his arms around her waist, she closed her eyes at the touch. "Draco."
"Hermione, I don't care what anyone thinks any more. Screw my father, let him rot in bloody hell. I want you."
She smiled, "Do you really mean that Draco?"
"How could I not? Your beautiful, intelligent, funny, caring, everything anyone could ever ask for. I don't know how I didn't see it before."
"Probably all that gel in your hair." She laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Why are you crying?"
"Its just…no one has ever said anything like that to me before."
"Well, get used to it." He laughed, brushing hair out of her eyes.
"I think I could." She smiled.
*****
The Halloween dance was two days away and Ron still hadn't asked Hermione to go.
"Ron, just do it." Harry pleaded in the common room. Hermione had made one of her few stops in the Gryffindor tower and Ron had no other choice but to do it now.
"Hermione, can I talk to you?" He asked, wringing his hands.
"Oh, sure Ron, about what?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Halloween ball with me."
Her heart sank, "Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I can't, I have to go to all the balls with Malfoy." She spat out his last name in order to keep her charade up.
"Oh. Alright then, no big deal. Sorry." He frowned.
"I'm sorry Ron, really I am." She said her goodbyes and left for her room. She still had to work on her costume.
She had bought a beautiful dress from one of the shops in Hogsmeade, she intended to be Bloody Mary. One of the ghosts that was most well known in the 1800's. The dress looked like it was from the time of Queen Mary, it had a huge bell skirt and lots of frills and such. She had made tears in it and charmed blood on it so that it would make her look like the real Bloody Mary, beyond the beheading.
She went through the portrait hole and into the common room. Noticing that Draco's door was closed she went straight to hers and laid down. It had been quite a long day.
*****
That Friday came very fast, and all classes had been canceled for the day by the request of Hermione. So she decided to take a long hot bath before getting ready for the ball. She slept until 11:30 that day and when she woke up, Draco had already gone. She rung the bell and a house elf came and brought her another big bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. She filled the tub with sunflower bubbles and undressed. Flopping into the tub she sunk down until she was covered in the suds.
She heard the portrait swing shut and a ruffle of clothing and instantly knew that Draco was back. She heard a soft knock at the door and sunk deeper into the suds, calling out, "It's open."
Draco stepped into the bathroom with his hand over his eyes, she had to giggle. "I'm covered Draco, you don't have to do that."
He uncovered his eyes and noted that she was in fact covered up to her neck in bubbles.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew that we were going to the dance together tonight."
"I know, what are you going as?" She asked, wringing out her hair.
"You'll just have to wait and see now won't you?" He snickered.
"I guess. Now get out! I need to go get ready!" She shooed him out of the room and got out and dried herself with a drying charm.
She dressed in her gown and looked in the mirror, then swept her hair up like in the picture of Bloody Mary that she had hanging on the edge of the mirror. She charmed her skin to look paler and then, she was done. The dress had really done wonders for her, making her look thinner because of the corset and it really brought out the large chest she had acquired through adolescence as the neckline was cut very low and showed a lot of cleavage. She put on the costume jewelry necklace that she had bought from the same shop. Now she really looked like Queen Mary.
She stepped into the common room to wait for Draco. She was supposed to be there early to make sure that everything was going well. Sitting down in the armchair with a sigh she crossed her legs and waited for her date. She heard a door open and footsteps behind her.
"Good evening my dear." She heard a cool voice say from behind her.
She turned around to see Draco with a high collared cape on. He had charmed his canines to grow to a point and had also done the skin paling charm. He was a vampire.
"Good evening Count." She giggled.
"Shall we?" He offered her his arm and led her out the door and down to the Great Hall. It had been decorated spectacularly with jack-o-lanterns floating from the ceiling, and beautiful streamers everywhere. It was wonderful. The candlelit tables were set for two this year, and there were also a few four person tables here and there. Her and Draco's table was at the front with the two high backed chairs, it was also candlelit, but decorated more drastically. Everything was perfect.
*****
A/N…hope this holds you all over…ill write the ball tomorrow! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AGAIN! Hehe…love you all!
Love and Fluff,
Natalie