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those who review after every chapter: I LOVE YOU GUYS!!
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Kissing a Green and Silver Serpent: Chapter XII
The Ball (part II)
Half an hour later Dumbledore stood up, everyone fell quiet immediately. "Well, after we have enjoyed a delicious meal, I think is time to welcome our special guests."
The edge of the dance floor rose as to make a stage, the doors of the Great Hall opened and the Weird Sisters entered to tumultus applauses. They trooped up onto the stage and began to play a slow tune to mark the begging of the ball itself.
All around Hermione and her date couples were standing up and walking to the dance floor, following the teacher's lead. Hermione saw Ron and Luna pass in front of her, they looked as if they didn't notice anything around them but each other, Hermione smiled to see that Ron had finally found his match.
"'Mione, do you want to dance?" Said a deep vice in front of her.
"I'd love to" She answered sweetly. She didn't know how but she distinctly felt him smiling behind his mask.
And they walked between the couples of dancing students towards the very centre of the dance floor. Her date stood in front of her and hold her by the waist with his right hand while he took her hand with his left. They started to spin around; he was a very good dancer that made Hermione feel as if she was floating.
The song ended and everybody clapped again, the band played a more rapid songs, Hermione noticed that many of the people surrounding her had changed their partners, but she had no intention of letting go her partner. After an hour of continues dancing, Hermione told the boy she was dancing with that she was hot, the words had barely escaped her mouth when she wished she hadn't said such a thing, perhaps it was because she was with two sixteen years old boys all the times, but she knew that a phrase like that was the perfect cue for naughty comments and taunts. But her partner just took her hand and guided her to a long table full of bottles of butter beers.
They drunk in silence apparently they were lost in their own thoughts, what they did not know was that they were thinking about the other.
"This is the best night of my life, every minute that goes by I love her even more... She is not only brave and intelligent and beautiful. She is very interesting, I feel I could spend the rest of my life just talking to her and I would never get bored. I wish I was as passionate as she is with the things she believes are worthwhile" Draco thought as he sipped his drink "I just hope this night never ends" He was feeling very happy, but he was also afraid, he did not know what Hermione would say once she discovered who her date had been.
"He is almost perfect, well I don't really know him so I can't really mean that; but he is a great dancer and a complete gentleman. And I can't believe how easy is to talk too him, even easier than to Harry or Ron because he is kind of more mature about important and serious stuff" Hermione considered as she glanced at her right where her partner was "I just hope this night never ends" There were no fears in Hermione' heart, she did not really cared who was under the mask, but she was having such a great time, she felt like Cinderella and loved the feeling.
"Do you feel like taking a stroll under the moon light?" He suggested
"Sure, that sounds nice"
They walked out of the great hall and stepped to the grounds, it was a clear warm night. The grass showed silver and the many bushes that had been placed here and there twinkled in different colours. Hermione and "Mystery Man" sat in a bench near to the rock were she had kissed Ron. She couldn't help but think that there had to be something very special about that particular pot, but he had something different in his mind: he was going to make sure that even if things didn't work out the way he wanted, she would never forget that moment with him by the rock.
They had been in silence, staring at the moon reflected in the lake when he stood from the bench, went sown on one need and recited:
Your breath is the breath of the shrubbery/ Your vice is the sawn harmony/ Is your sight is the brightness of the day/ And the shade of the rose is your shade You provide new life and hope/ Too a hear from which love was gone/ You grow from my life in the desert/ As grows in a swamp a violet/
When he finished Hermione had tears n her eyes "That was s-so beautiful" she wept.
"It remind me of you when I read it, I couldn't possible write something so picturesque, but I swear you inspire me as the woman inspired the poet" he declared kissing her hand.
Hermione gave him his most broad smile and was on the edge of asking him to take off his mask when a familiar tune came from inside the castle.
"This is my favourite song" She said instead
"Then we should dance" Her date said
And Hermione found herself on her partner arms dancing to a muggle song called "stop crying you heart out". Hermione gasped as she realized it had been the very same song Malfoy had conjured that night in the charms classroom, she had been s concentrated on his eyes that she hadn't noticed, but now she heard it again she recognized it... How had he known?
Then at that moment the boy she was dancing with started to sing in that charming deep voice of him and she completely forgot about Malfoy, she completely forgot about everything.
TO BE CONTINUE...
A/N: You wanted more suspense? Well there you go, and a bit of romance too... after all that is what this fic is about: romance,.. So, tomorrow I'll probably post the rest of the ball. A should probably stop writing at night because then I'm too tiered to continue (apologetic laugh). In the mean time, you know please please please review!!!
By the way, the poem belongs to Gustavo Aldolfo Becquer, I just translated the best I could... but it sounds nothing like the original, which I'm attaching below, so those who know Spanish can appreciate it's real beauty:
Tu aliento es el aliento de las flores/
tu voz es de los cisnes la armonía;/
es tu mirada el esplendor del día,/
y el color de la rosa es tu color./
Tú prestas nueva vida y esperanza/
a un corazón para el amor ya muerto:/
tú creces de mi vida en el desierto/
como crece en un páramo la flor./
Disclaimer: Is this still necessary?
Kissing a Green and Silver Serpent: Chapter XII
The Ball (part II)
Half an hour later Dumbledore stood up, everyone fell quiet immediately. "Well, after we have enjoyed a delicious meal, I think is time to welcome our special guests."
The edge of the dance floor rose as to make a stage, the doors of the Great Hall opened and the Weird Sisters entered to tumultus applauses. They trooped up onto the stage and began to play a slow tune to mark the begging of the ball itself.
All around Hermione and her date couples were standing up and walking to the dance floor, following the teacher's lead. Hermione saw Ron and Luna pass in front of her, they looked as if they didn't notice anything around them but each other, Hermione smiled to see that Ron had finally found his match.
"'Mione, do you want to dance?" Said a deep vice in front of her.
"I'd love to" She answered sweetly. She didn't know how but she distinctly felt him smiling behind his mask.
And they walked between the couples of dancing students towards the very centre of the dance floor. Her date stood in front of her and hold her by the waist with his right hand while he took her hand with his left. They started to spin around; he was a very good dancer that made Hermione feel as if she was floating.
The song ended and everybody clapped again, the band played a more rapid songs, Hermione noticed that many of the people surrounding her had changed their partners, but she had no intention of letting go her partner. After an hour of continues dancing, Hermione told the boy she was dancing with that she was hot, the words had barely escaped her mouth when she wished she hadn't said such a thing, perhaps it was because she was with two sixteen years old boys all the times, but she knew that a phrase like that was the perfect cue for naughty comments and taunts. But her partner just took her hand and guided her to a long table full of bottles of butter beers.
They drunk in silence apparently they were lost in their own thoughts, what they did not know was that they were thinking about the other.
"This is the best night of my life, every minute that goes by I love her even more... She is not only brave and intelligent and beautiful. She is very interesting, I feel I could spend the rest of my life just talking to her and I would never get bored. I wish I was as passionate as she is with the things she believes are worthwhile" Draco thought as he sipped his drink "I just hope this night never ends" He was feeling very happy, but he was also afraid, he did not know what Hermione would say once she discovered who her date had been.
"He is almost perfect, well I don't really know him so I can't really mean that; but he is a great dancer and a complete gentleman. And I can't believe how easy is to talk too him, even easier than to Harry or Ron because he is kind of more mature about important and serious stuff" Hermione considered as she glanced at her right where her partner was "I just hope this night never ends" There were no fears in Hermione' heart, she did not really cared who was under the mask, but she was having such a great time, she felt like Cinderella and loved the feeling.
"Do you feel like taking a stroll under the moon light?" He suggested
"Sure, that sounds nice"
They walked out of the great hall and stepped to the grounds, it was a clear warm night. The grass showed silver and the many bushes that had been placed here and there twinkled in different colours. Hermione and "Mystery Man" sat in a bench near to the rock were she had kissed Ron. She couldn't help but think that there had to be something very special about that particular pot, but he had something different in his mind: he was going to make sure that even if things didn't work out the way he wanted, she would never forget that moment with him by the rock.
They had been in silence, staring at the moon reflected in the lake when he stood from the bench, went sown on one need and recited:
Your breath is the breath of the shrubbery/ Your vice is the sawn harmony/ Is your sight is the brightness of the day/ And the shade of the rose is your shade You provide new life and hope/ Too a hear from which love was gone/ You grow from my life in the desert/ As grows in a swamp a violet/
When he finished Hermione had tears n her eyes "That was s-so beautiful" she wept.
"It remind me of you when I read it, I couldn't possible write something so picturesque, but I swear you inspire me as the woman inspired the poet" he declared kissing her hand.
Hermione gave him his most broad smile and was on the edge of asking him to take off his mask when a familiar tune came from inside the castle.
"This is my favourite song" She said instead
"Then we should dance" Her date said
And Hermione found herself on her partner arms dancing to a muggle song called "stop crying you heart out". Hermione gasped as she realized it had been the very same song Malfoy had conjured that night in the charms classroom, she had been s concentrated on his eyes that she hadn't noticed, but now she heard it again she recognized it... How had he known?
Then at that moment the boy she was dancing with started to sing in that charming deep voice of him and she completely forgot about Malfoy, she completely forgot about everything.
TO BE CONTINUE...
A/N: You wanted more suspense? Well there you go, and a bit of romance too... after all that is what this fic is about: romance,.. So, tomorrow I'll probably post the rest of the ball. A should probably stop writing at night because then I'm too tiered to continue (apologetic laugh). In the mean time, you know please please please review!!!
By the way, the poem belongs to Gustavo Aldolfo Becquer, I just translated the best I could... but it sounds nothing like the original, which I'm attaching below, so those who know Spanish can appreciate it's real beauty:
Tu aliento es el aliento de las flores/
tu voz es de los cisnes la armonía;/
es tu mirada el esplendor del día,/
y el color de la rosa es tu color./
Tú prestas nueva vida y esperanza/
a un corazón para el amor ya muerto:/
tú creces de mi vida en el desierto/
como crece en un páramo la flor./