"The Teachings of Seduction"
By: Do I even have to say?
Chapter 4: The Dance
Authors note: Ok. This one should be a few hundred more words than the last one.. ^_^ The next chapter is in the works, and I'm sorry for the delay, my friends!! I love all the reviews. They make me feel special in side ^_______^!! Ok then, I know you all want to know what happens next between our two hamsters. Disclaimer: "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good" ((((read "Jedi Tess of Gryffindor" stories and you'll get it.))))
Draco smirked as he saw Hermione walk toward him in the corridor. He suddenly seemed interested in what Goyle was saying as he saw her look at him directly and keep her path without moving. God, that stupid tub of lard- OOF!
Hermione scrambled under Draco's glare.
"Dammit Mudblood! Do you need glasses or something? This is the second time this year!"
"Fuck off, Malfoy," she replied, shoving his book into his hands, leaving a slack-jawed Potter and Weasley. They scurried behind her.
"Ooh! Granger's gone feisty!" Crabbe said, looking after her with a lewd expression on his face. "She's gotten HOT too! Damn."
"Sod off," Malfoy said, unreasonably harsh.
"What?" he asked, unfazed.
Goyle elbowed Malfoy in the ribs. "Is someone jealous?"
Draco had the nerve to laugh. "Right!! I get the pick of the female population! Crabbe can have that bitch if he likes a challenge," he told them.
"Ok then," Crabbe decided.
Malfoy ditched his friends and wandered off to history of magic. When were they going to hire a real teacher? That ghost was annoying.
He put his book down, and saw a piece of folded parchment next to his essay on the banning of dragons in 1871. So that's why she ran into him today.
His eyes narrowed and his heart sped up as he stared at the note in front of him. He felt a smirk tugging at his lips as he saw the heart and then the name "Mione" next to it.
He carefully unfolded the parchment, and skimmed the message the note delivered.
"Draco-
Hey. Potion's a bitch. *laugh* Before our "lessons" I don't think I ever would have said that about anything! Grrrrr. I have to be careful, Ron is eyeing this note, and I wouldn't put it past him to try and take it from me!
Don't worry. There is a reason for me writing to you. About 10 minutes ago, one of the Ravenclaw boys in our class just asked me to "The Party". Ok. QUESTION!!! First of all, what is "The Party"?! I'm pretty sure you know. Second thing, should I say yes? Or should I wait, and see if Justin will ask me? OH GAWD!! I don't know anything about parties. Normally when Gryffindor-wins-a-quidditch-match party rolls around, I curl up in a big arm chair with a butter beer and a Harlequin! I don't know how to dance, or what to wear, how to treat people. Gyah! I'm so confused! Oh god! *gasp* what if. he wants to kiss me?! DRACO!!! HELP! Grrrrrrrrrr. Stupid Snape is walking over here. Gotta fly!
=D,
Mione."
Draco peeled off a small piece of unwritten parchment, and in neat hand- writing scrawled. "H-meet me outside HoM right after dinner. -D."
He crumpled it into a small ball, and chucked it at her.
The rest of the day flew by, well after HoM that is. Binn just kept talking and talking. Draco's only relief was poking fun at Potty and Weasel who surrounded Hermione like over bearing brothers.
He ate his dinner quickly, and he saw Hermione do the same. They both left within ten minutes of each other.
"I got your note," Draco told her, leaning against the doorjamb. She nodded. "To answer your first question, 'The Party' is. Well, it's for all four houses. You have to be a seventh year, and sixth years are allowed to go if they're asked by a seventh year. It's a big party that the teachers don't know about. We usually hold it in Hogsmeade."
"How do you know so much?" Hermione asked.
"I've been going since my fifth year," he told her. "Anyways, you have to bring a date, or you're not allowed to go. Who asked you again?" he asked.
Hermione replied with a name of a respectable guy.
"You should say yes. Who knows if Justin will ask you."
"Ok. Now onto the other problems. I don't know how to dance!"
Draco smirked. "No way. You've got to be kidding me. You and Krum danced! I saw you."
"Yeah, slow dances. I'm almost positive that they're not going to be a lot of those."
"Oh contraire, you gorgeous thing you," he smirked through the glare he received. "There are quite a few slow dances. It's to try and get couples together. Do you need to work on slow dancing?" he asked sarcastically. He didn't expect her blushing head to not yes. "Now, I'm not going to comment on your blush right now, because any normal person knows how to slow dance, but do remember to keep that under control!"
Hermione nodded and took in a deep breath. "I don't know how to slow dance at all. Viktor took time to tell me that in the 10 minute Howler he sent my house last year."
"Howler?" he had to know.
"After I broke up with him. My mom was beet red with embarrassment and tried to put me through ballroom lessons."
"And?" Draco knew there was still more to this tale.
"The teacher is still in therapy trying to regain movement in his toes."
Draco tried, and failed, to keep in his chuckles. Soon Hermione was giggling with him.
"Hermione, come here." He grabbed his wizard radio and set it on the ground. They had a few hours before curfew. A soft haunting tune began to play.
"Moonlight Sonata," she named automatically.
"Granger!" he called dangerously.
She walked to him, and felt his arms encircle her waist after bringing hers to his shoulders. He loomed over her small frame, and tried to get her to sway slightly to the music. Her back stiffened, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. This was going to be a long evening.
"Relax!" he told her for the fiftieth time that evening.
"I'm trying!" she told him.
"Ok, don't talk about it. How about we talk about something else?" he felt a little stiffness leave her bunched-back muscles. Yes! It was working.
"Like what?" she asked, looking up into almost-blue eyes.
"So," he coughed, looking into hers. "You want a few ways to make Justin jealous?" he asked.
Her laughter was gay and light. "Yes please!" he felt her muscles almost completely relax as he told the radio to switch stations as Beethoven ended.
The next music made both of them jump. It was a hard rock station.
"I think we were safer on the other station," she told him. It went back, and a pretty Celtic song came on. They started dancing again, and she saw Draco's trademark smirk grace his lips. "What?" she asked self-consciously, as the old Draco started to resurface.
"Oh, I'm just thinking of ways to get Justin jealous," he told her.
"Tell tell!" Hermione replied, looking up at him.
She was not expecting his arms to leave her waist, travel up her arms, leaving a trail of Goosebumps, grab her wrists, and wrap them around his neck so their body's were un-necessarily close.
"This is supposed to make him jealous?" she asked.
"No," he replied. Letting go of her hands. He moved them down to her waist and spanned it with his fingers. "This is," he finished, closing whatever space was left between them. Hermione's lithe body molded perfectly to Draco's and she blushed. "Granger," he said, his voice husky. "Are you ok?"
She swallowed. "I'm fine," she coughed, as Draco's movements became more sharp and twisting with the music, rather than slow and mellow.
"You sure?' he asked. He saw a grin grace Hermione's lips. She practically plastered her body to Draco's as they swayed to the violent beat of Mozart.
"Will this make him jealous?" she asked, her voice slightly breathy and soft as a whisper. Draco nodded sharply.
"I," he coughed, slowing their movement down. "I think you got it."
Hermione grinned and twirled out of his arms. Then a thought struck her and she turned back to herm. "What about .erm. fast dances?" she asked him.
Draco thought a moment and turned the station with a flick of his wand. A wizarding band that was trying to make it in the muggle world came on the radio. Hermione started to sing with them and dance. Draco was blown away by her soft and melodic voice. "I put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go. For all this, there's only one thing you should know."
There was an instrumental and all thought the beat was not fast, Hermione's body swayed to the music perfectly, as if the way she danced set the tempo of the song. The song ended, and she grinned sheepishly at him. "I didn't mean to sing. I love that song."
Draco opened his mouth and then closed it again. The next song started. "Just dance," he told her. For the rest of the evening he was mesmerized by the movement of her body.
*Little girl dance for me - Little girl dance for me* ((authors note: excuse the pun. hehe))
Draco ditched his date as soon as he got to Hogsmeade. Pansy understood. They had an agreement. To their families, they were a couple. To some of the outer circle, they were a couple.
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous! Always complaining, always complainin! If money is sucha problem, well, they've got mansions. Maybe we should rob them!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Muggle music. The theme was muggle too. Everyone was loving the theme. He went over to Pansy and grasped her hand. She giggled flirtatiously at him, and rolled her eyes at Blaise Zabini.
"Draco, love?" she asked in her sickeningly sweet voice.
"What?"
"Would you be a dear and get me a butter beer?"
Draco nodded, and went over to the refreshments table. Potter was standing there, throwing death glares out onto the dance floor. He followed his eyes and saw Neville bring Ginny Weasley into his arms. "Well, well, well! I never thought Potter would be the type to wish death onto anyone, let alone a fellow Gryffindor! What, is she cheating on you with Longbottom?" The trademark smirk pissed Potter off.
"Sod off, Mal-Ferret!" Harry replied grumpily, finishing his butter beer. He left Draco standing there, barely able to hold in his glee.
'Now that I've gotten to Potter, nothing can ruin this night,' he thought, grinning to himself. A slow song came along, and he saw Hermione walk by with a tall blonde holding her hand. They moved onto the dance floor, and the blonde drew Hermione to him.
No, Hermione didn't need lessons. She was rather good, actually. She could bat her eye lashes just enough to get any man's blood arm. She could chuckle daintily and giggle gaily! Draco took pride in what he saw out there.
She wore a dark blue shirt, to match her eyes, and a pair of hip clinging bell bottoms. The shirt stopped about two centimeters above her belly button. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his arms went to her was. They circled around, and Draco watched her every move; where she lifted her head to brush his sandy locks out of his eyes, where she blushed prettily when he commented on something or other.
'Note to self,' he though. 'Work on that bloody blush!'
Hermione turned toward him and looked over to wave at Weasley. Her date winked at Malfoy and moved his hand down and grabbed her butt. She jumped, and Draco saw red. He started to walk toward them, but was stopped by what Hermione did.
The boy held his reddening cheek. "Stupid Mudblood!" he gasped.
Hermione curled her hands into fists. "Bite me," she replied evenly. She turned. "Wait," she called back. "I don't want rabies."
A few people applauded as she stormed from the room. Draco followed her out.
A teary-eyed Hermione sat outside looking at the Moon. "I blew it, didn't I?" she asked without looking up.
Draco nodded. "Yeah. You did."
"I didn't mean to!" Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, her warm breath fogging the air.
"I know."
"You mean, you're not angry?"
"Not at you! That guy! Merlin. Even I know not to do that on a first date!"
I can't believe I smacked him," Hermione said, what she did finally dawning on her.
"The look on his face was priceless," he told her. "IF you hadn't, I would have punched him."
"Oh, is Draco-Waco a wittle bit jeawous?" Hermione giggled.
"NO!" Draco said a little bit too quickly. "No one treats a girl like that! It's rude," he finished.
"Oh," Hermione replied, a little forlorn.
Another slow song came on and Hermione stood up and grabbed Draco. "Dance with me," she told him.
"I don't dance."
"Bull!" she pulled him to his feet, and placed his arms around her waist. She smiled up at him, and they began to sway to the music.
"You know, if you hadn't smacked him, I would have ruined it all," Draco said, looking down at her.
"How so?" her muffled voice came vibrating up his chest.
"If I had punched him because he had called you a," he swallowed, "A Mudblood." his voice trailed off.
"You called me that once," she said.
"I know. I didn't know what a wonderful girl you were." Draco smiled. They continued to sway and he was astonished at her dancing skills. He knew she was a good dancer from her lessons, but he never imagined she could spring tears to his eyes the way she smiled so innocently up at him, or how she knew exactly how to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled down at her again, a smile full of caring, and he wished life would always be like this. *Slowly move your hips, and roll circles slowly.*
Authors note: FINALLY!!! GRRRRRRRR!! I started typing this freakin Wednesday last week! I finished probably Monday. But then I got GROUNDED and had to wait till today. I started chapter five and then lost the damn thing. *sigh* I'm so bogged down with school and stuff. easy, but it's still time consuming. I hope to get the next chapter out soon. And here is the plus for the reviewers!! Mystical Stormz. Sorry it took me so long to update!! Thank you very much! Allee Kat: Hermione rocks, and I think I splay her kinda weirdly in this *sweatdrop* This one is a tad longer than the others. But I wish they were longer! Julie: it's not about the reviews. It's if I don't get that many I won't update. IT does take me a while to write 2 thousand words.. Unless I'm REALLY on a roll, and I type much faster than I write with a pen. And I've told myself that I am going to write it out first, so I can have a copy of the updated version with me if I want to write on it and I'm not sitting at my computer. Akira Gown: Now I have 23!!! I'm SO HAPPY!!! Hehe. I know this fic isn't THAT good, but this many reviews for 3 chapters is pretty nice. At least for me *bounces happily* I wish I had it as easy as Hermione. Draco will *eventually* fall for her, and even though it will be tough on her and they're will be warps. ((this is gonna be a looooooooong story.. There are SO many lyrics!! *giggle*)) The hair is awesome. I have friends who dye their hair like that all the time, and that particular hair is from one of my bestest friends, Kathy, who is like an older sister. I'm sorry!! I hope the scene change is more clear here.. Hermione ((as you'll see in the NEXT chapter)) is having a lot of doubts and trouble with her new self. that is, if I can find that damn *slipped. and I'm too lazy to push the delete button* copy I started. I found out Adam actually hates Harry Potter so that might be the reason he's making fun of me so much. *SSIIIGH*** Thank you for reviewing so much. it's awesome *happy giggle* Draco's Gal: Yeah, but I don't think she notices that yet. Naeginnie6 sorry it's so short. I am not good for writing big.. just check out "Red Haired Goddess."
Now, wonderful reviewers, I include anyone whose reviewed the last chapter up to date in the next one! It's nice, you get mentioned, AND I get an awesome chance to tell you all how much I LOVE the fact that you care enough to review!! *bounces with joy* Oh, and on a new note. I saw Harry Potter 2 this weekend. TOM FELTON IS SO FLIPPIN HOT!!!! The movie was tight!! Totally kick butt.. Better than the first, in my opinion. *shudders thinking of the spiders.* Kinda lame special effects with the car scene and Fawkes looks like it's made out of clay, but other than that. it's so awesome. Their voices are so deep, accept Ron's at parts, where it's all cute and high pitched *giggle* Anyways, See it. it's good. And review, because if I don't have 27, then the next chapter won't come out!! *giggle* Later loves.
By: Do I even have to say?
Chapter 4: The Dance
Authors note: Ok. This one should be a few hundred more words than the last one.. ^_^ The next chapter is in the works, and I'm sorry for the delay, my friends!! I love all the reviews. They make me feel special in side ^_______^!! Ok then, I know you all want to know what happens next between our two hamsters. Disclaimer: "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good" ((((read "Jedi Tess of Gryffindor" stories and you'll get it.))))
Draco smirked as he saw Hermione walk toward him in the corridor. He suddenly seemed interested in what Goyle was saying as he saw her look at him directly and keep her path without moving. God, that stupid tub of lard- OOF!
Hermione scrambled under Draco's glare.
"Dammit Mudblood! Do you need glasses or something? This is the second time this year!"
"Fuck off, Malfoy," she replied, shoving his book into his hands, leaving a slack-jawed Potter and Weasley. They scurried behind her.
"Ooh! Granger's gone feisty!" Crabbe said, looking after her with a lewd expression on his face. "She's gotten HOT too! Damn."
"Sod off," Malfoy said, unreasonably harsh.
"What?" he asked, unfazed.
Goyle elbowed Malfoy in the ribs. "Is someone jealous?"
Draco had the nerve to laugh. "Right!! I get the pick of the female population! Crabbe can have that bitch if he likes a challenge," he told them.
"Ok then," Crabbe decided.
Malfoy ditched his friends and wandered off to history of magic. When were they going to hire a real teacher? That ghost was annoying.
He put his book down, and saw a piece of folded parchment next to his essay on the banning of dragons in 1871. So that's why she ran into him today.
His eyes narrowed and his heart sped up as he stared at the note in front of him. He felt a smirk tugging at his lips as he saw the heart and then the name "Mione" next to it.
He carefully unfolded the parchment, and skimmed the message the note delivered.
"Draco-
Hey. Potion's a bitch. *laugh* Before our "lessons" I don't think I ever would have said that about anything! Grrrrr. I have to be careful, Ron is eyeing this note, and I wouldn't put it past him to try and take it from me!
Don't worry. There is a reason for me writing to you. About 10 minutes ago, one of the Ravenclaw boys in our class just asked me to "The Party". Ok. QUESTION!!! First of all, what is "The Party"?! I'm pretty sure you know. Second thing, should I say yes? Or should I wait, and see if Justin will ask me? OH GAWD!! I don't know anything about parties. Normally when Gryffindor-wins-a-quidditch-match party rolls around, I curl up in a big arm chair with a butter beer and a Harlequin! I don't know how to dance, or what to wear, how to treat people. Gyah! I'm so confused! Oh god! *gasp* what if. he wants to kiss me?! DRACO!!! HELP! Grrrrrrrrrr. Stupid Snape is walking over here. Gotta fly!
=D,
Mione."
Draco peeled off a small piece of unwritten parchment, and in neat hand- writing scrawled. "H-meet me outside HoM right after dinner. -D."
He crumpled it into a small ball, and chucked it at her.
The rest of the day flew by, well after HoM that is. Binn just kept talking and talking. Draco's only relief was poking fun at Potty and Weasel who surrounded Hermione like over bearing brothers.
He ate his dinner quickly, and he saw Hermione do the same. They both left within ten minutes of each other.
"I got your note," Draco told her, leaning against the doorjamb. She nodded. "To answer your first question, 'The Party' is. Well, it's for all four houses. You have to be a seventh year, and sixth years are allowed to go if they're asked by a seventh year. It's a big party that the teachers don't know about. We usually hold it in Hogsmeade."
"How do you know so much?" Hermione asked.
"I've been going since my fifth year," he told her. "Anyways, you have to bring a date, or you're not allowed to go. Who asked you again?" he asked.
Hermione replied with a name of a respectable guy.
"You should say yes. Who knows if Justin will ask you."
"Ok. Now onto the other problems. I don't know how to dance!"
Draco smirked. "No way. You've got to be kidding me. You and Krum danced! I saw you."
"Yeah, slow dances. I'm almost positive that they're not going to be a lot of those."
"Oh contraire, you gorgeous thing you," he smirked through the glare he received. "There are quite a few slow dances. It's to try and get couples together. Do you need to work on slow dancing?" he asked sarcastically. He didn't expect her blushing head to not yes. "Now, I'm not going to comment on your blush right now, because any normal person knows how to slow dance, but do remember to keep that under control!"
Hermione nodded and took in a deep breath. "I don't know how to slow dance at all. Viktor took time to tell me that in the 10 minute Howler he sent my house last year."
"Howler?" he had to know.
"After I broke up with him. My mom was beet red with embarrassment and tried to put me through ballroom lessons."
"And?" Draco knew there was still more to this tale.
"The teacher is still in therapy trying to regain movement in his toes."
Draco tried, and failed, to keep in his chuckles. Soon Hermione was giggling with him.
"Hermione, come here." He grabbed his wizard radio and set it on the ground. They had a few hours before curfew. A soft haunting tune began to play.
"Moonlight Sonata," she named automatically.
"Granger!" he called dangerously.
She walked to him, and felt his arms encircle her waist after bringing hers to his shoulders. He loomed over her small frame, and tried to get her to sway slightly to the music. Her back stiffened, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. This was going to be a long evening.
"Relax!" he told her for the fiftieth time that evening.
"I'm trying!" she told him.
"Ok, don't talk about it. How about we talk about something else?" he felt a little stiffness leave her bunched-back muscles. Yes! It was working.
"Like what?" she asked, looking up into almost-blue eyes.
"So," he coughed, looking into hers. "You want a few ways to make Justin jealous?" he asked.
Her laughter was gay and light. "Yes please!" he felt her muscles almost completely relax as he told the radio to switch stations as Beethoven ended.
The next music made both of them jump. It was a hard rock station.
"I think we were safer on the other station," she told him. It went back, and a pretty Celtic song came on. They started dancing again, and she saw Draco's trademark smirk grace his lips. "What?" she asked self-consciously, as the old Draco started to resurface.
"Oh, I'm just thinking of ways to get Justin jealous," he told her.
"Tell tell!" Hermione replied, looking up at him.
She was not expecting his arms to leave her waist, travel up her arms, leaving a trail of Goosebumps, grab her wrists, and wrap them around his neck so their body's were un-necessarily close.
"This is supposed to make him jealous?" she asked.
"No," he replied. Letting go of her hands. He moved them down to her waist and spanned it with his fingers. "This is," he finished, closing whatever space was left between them. Hermione's lithe body molded perfectly to Draco's and she blushed. "Granger," he said, his voice husky. "Are you ok?"
She swallowed. "I'm fine," she coughed, as Draco's movements became more sharp and twisting with the music, rather than slow and mellow.
"You sure?' he asked. He saw a grin grace Hermione's lips. She practically plastered her body to Draco's as they swayed to the violent beat of Mozart.
"Will this make him jealous?" she asked, her voice slightly breathy and soft as a whisper. Draco nodded sharply.
"I," he coughed, slowing their movement down. "I think you got it."
Hermione grinned and twirled out of his arms. Then a thought struck her and she turned back to herm. "What about .erm. fast dances?" she asked him.
Draco thought a moment and turned the station with a flick of his wand. A wizarding band that was trying to make it in the muggle world came on the radio. Hermione started to sing with them and dance. Draco was blown away by her soft and melodic voice. "I put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go. For all this, there's only one thing you should know."
There was an instrumental and all thought the beat was not fast, Hermione's body swayed to the music perfectly, as if the way she danced set the tempo of the song. The song ended, and she grinned sheepishly at him. "I didn't mean to sing. I love that song."
Draco opened his mouth and then closed it again. The next song started. "Just dance," he told her. For the rest of the evening he was mesmerized by the movement of her body.
*Little girl dance for me - Little girl dance for me* ((authors note: excuse the pun. hehe))
Draco ditched his date as soon as he got to Hogsmeade. Pansy understood. They had an agreement. To their families, they were a couple. To some of the outer circle, they were a couple.
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous! Always complaining, always complainin! If money is sucha problem, well, they've got mansions. Maybe we should rob them!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Muggle music. The theme was muggle too. Everyone was loving the theme. He went over to Pansy and grasped her hand. She giggled flirtatiously at him, and rolled her eyes at Blaise Zabini.
"Draco, love?" she asked in her sickeningly sweet voice.
"What?"
"Would you be a dear and get me a butter beer?"
Draco nodded, and went over to the refreshments table. Potter was standing there, throwing death glares out onto the dance floor. He followed his eyes and saw Neville bring Ginny Weasley into his arms. "Well, well, well! I never thought Potter would be the type to wish death onto anyone, let alone a fellow Gryffindor! What, is she cheating on you with Longbottom?" The trademark smirk pissed Potter off.
"Sod off, Mal-Ferret!" Harry replied grumpily, finishing his butter beer. He left Draco standing there, barely able to hold in his glee.
'Now that I've gotten to Potter, nothing can ruin this night,' he thought, grinning to himself. A slow song came along, and he saw Hermione walk by with a tall blonde holding her hand. They moved onto the dance floor, and the blonde drew Hermione to him.
No, Hermione didn't need lessons. She was rather good, actually. She could bat her eye lashes just enough to get any man's blood arm. She could chuckle daintily and giggle gaily! Draco took pride in what he saw out there.
She wore a dark blue shirt, to match her eyes, and a pair of hip clinging bell bottoms. The shirt stopped about two centimeters above her belly button. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his arms went to her was. They circled around, and Draco watched her every move; where she lifted her head to brush his sandy locks out of his eyes, where she blushed prettily when he commented on something or other.
'Note to self,' he though. 'Work on that bloody blush!'
Hermione turned toward him and looked over to wave at Weasley. Her date winked at Malfoy and moved his hand down and grabbed her butt. She jumped, and Draco saw red. He started to walk toward them, but was stopped by what Hermione did.
The boy held his reddening cheek. "Stupid Mudblood!" he gasped.
Hermione curled her hands into fists. "Bite me," she replied evenly. She turned. "Wait," she called back. "I don't want rabies."
A few people applauded as she stormed from the room. Draco followed her out.
A teary-eyed Hermione sat outside looking at the Moon. "I blew it, didn't I?" she asked without looking up.
Draco nodded. "Yeah. You did."
"I didn't mean to!" Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, her warm breath fogging the air.
"I know."
"You mean, you're not angry?"
"Not at you! That guy! Merlin. Even I know not to do that on a first date!"
I can't believe I smacked him," Hermione said, what she did finally dawning on her.
"The look on his face was priceless," he told her. "IF you hadn't, I would have punched him."
"Oh, is Draco-Waco a wittle bit jeawous?" Hermione giggled.
"NO!" Draco said a little bit too quickly. "No one treats a girl like that! It's rude," he finished.
"Oh," Hermione replied, a little forlorn.
Another slow song came on and Hermione stood up and grabbed Draco. "Dance with me," she told him.
"I don't dance."
"Bull!" she pulled him to his feet, and placed his arms around her waist. She smiled up at him, and they began to sway to the music.
"You know, if you hadn't smacked him, I would have ruined it all," Draco said, looking down at her.
"How so?" her muffled voice came vibrating up his chest.
"If I had punched him because he had called you a," he swallowed, "A Mudblood." his voice trailed off.
"You called me that once," she said.
"I know. I didn't know what a wonderful girl you were." Draco smiled. They continued to sway and he was astonished at her dancing skills. He knew she was a good dancer from her lessons, but he never imagined she could spring tears to his eyes the way she smiled so innocently up at him, or how she knew exactly how to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled down at her again, a smile full of caring, and he wished life would always be like this. *Slowly move your hips, and roll circles slowly.*
Authors note: FINALLY!!! GRRRRRRRR!! I started typing this freakin Wednesday last week! I finished probably Monday. But then I got GROUNDED and had to wait till today. I started chapter five and then lost the damn thing. *sigh* I'm so bogged down with school and stuff. easy, but it's still time consuming. I hope to get the next chapter out soon. And here is the plus for the reviewers!! Mystical Stormz. Sorry it took me so long to update!! Thank you very much! Allee Kat: Hermione rocks, and I think I splay her kinda weirdly in this *sweatdrop* This one is a tad longer than the others. But I wish they were longer! Julie: it's not about the reviews. It's if I don't get that many I won't update. IT does take me a while to write 2 thousand words.. Unless I'm REALLY on a roll, and I type much faster than I write with a pen. And I've told myself that I am going to write it out first, so I can have a copy of the updated version with me if I want to write on it and I'm not sitting at my computer. Akira Gown: Now I have 23!!! I'm SO HAPPY!!! Hehe. I know this fic isn't THAT good, but this many reviews for 3 chapters is pretty nice. At least for me *bounces happily* I wish I had it as easy as Hermione. Draco will *eventually* fall for her, and even though it will be tough on her and they're will be warps. ((this is gonna be a looooooooong story.. There are SO many lyrics!! *giggle*)) The hair is awesome. I have friends who dye their hair like that all the time, and that particular hair is from one of my bestest friends, Kathy, who is like an older sister. I'm sorry!! I hope the scene change is more clear here.. Hermione ((as you'll see in the NEXT chapter)) is having a lot of doubts and trouble with her new self. that is, if I can find that damn *slipped. and I'm too lazy to push the delete button* copy I started. I found out Adam actually hates Harry Potter so that might be the reason he's making fun of me so much. *SSIIIGH*** Thank you for reviewing so much. it's awesome *happy giggle* Draco's Gal: Yeah, but I don't think she notices that yet. Naeginnie6 sorry it's so short. I am not good for writing big.. just check out "Red Haired Goddess."
Now, wonderful reviewers, I include anyone whose reviewed the last chapter up to date in the next one! It's nice, you get mentioned, AND I get an awesome chance to tell you all how much I LOVE the fact that you care enough to review!! *bounces with joy* Oh, and on a new note. I saw Harry Potter 2 this weekend. TOM FELTON IS SO FLIPPIN HOT!!!! The movie was tight!! Totally kick butt.. Better than the first, in my opinion. *shudders thinking of the spiders.* Kinda lame special effects with the car scene and Fawkes looks like it's made out of clay, but other than that. it's so awesome. Their voices are so deep, accept Ron's at parts, where it's all cute and high pitched *giggle* Anyways, See it. it's good. And review, because if I don't have 27, then the next chapter won't come out!! *giggle* Later loves.