(WARNING: LONG YET SEMI-IMPORTANT A/N. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY LIFE, SKIP DOWN TO THE PARAGRAPH AFTER "I LOVE DANCING!!!!")
A/N: I GOT ASKED TO DANCE! I DANCED! THREE TIMES! AND I ASKED SOMEONE TO DANCE! Okay, so it was my friend's ex and a friend of mine from elementary school who asked me, but so what? They asked me! And I danced! And I didn't step on their feet! (Except maybe once or twice, but hey. Nobody's perfect.)
And then, get this: For the LAST song of the LAST dance, of our LAST year of middle school, I asked a guy to dance. So what if he's a friend of mine and already has a girlfriend? Who cares?
And get this too: My friend's ex (We'll call him X.) asked me when we first got there, but I just sort of laughed, cause I half thought he was kidding, and half thought my friend who used to date him would be upset if I did. So, first slow song, I'm sitting on the bench w/my friends, and X walks over, grabs my hand, and actually pulls me onto the floor!
And after the dance, when we were walking towards the parking lot for my mom to pick me up, this guy who's sorta my friend, but he's hecka popular (think tall football player who flirts with the teachers-type guy.), came up to me and said he had been looking for me the entire dance. I said he hadn't been looking properly, (A HP quote; think Stan Shupike talking about why Muggles can't see the Knight Bus.) But I wish he had found me! I love dancing!
Okay, so you guys know, right now, the day after the dance, I'm making a vow: I will not sit out any slow song at any of the dances next year, unless I am injured, there is a crisis, or unless the song is "Crazy" by K-Ci and Jo-Jo. (Every time they play that song, me and two of my friends stand on the bleachers and wave our arms, trying to make the couples crack up.) But if somebody asks me to dance during that song, I don't think I'll say no.
I LOVE DANCING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, enough about the dance, on with the fic. I seriously hope this doesn't turn out like one of those "Draco and Hermione instantly fall in love, and everyone doesn't mind." fics. They won't fall in love immediately, but they will fall in love. I promise!
Love, Dragonessa "Dancing Queen" Smith
"Ms. Granger? Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger, wake up!" Prof. McGonagall shouted at me.
I snapped my head around. I felt a blush rise as the whole class stared at me.
"Y-yes?" I said timidly. Great, the first time I let my mind wander, and she calls on me. I had been thinking about the dance, and my dreams, and what had happened at breakfast. Harry and Ron never pay attention, and they never get asked questions. It's just not fair.
"Would you like to answer the question, or are you just going to continue to stare out the window?" I swear I saw a small smile tugging at the sides of her mouth. (A/N: Lot's of S's in that sentence. :C)
I started to panic. I had no idea what the question was, how was I supposed to answer it?
On the other side of the room, Neville coughed loudly and very fakely. While McGonagall looked at him, I quickly turned to Ron, who was sitting next to me. He shoved a piece of paper onto the edge of his desk. It said "Cats."
As Prof. McGonagall turned back to me, she said again "Are you going to answer the question?"
"Cats?" I said, crossing my fingers under the desk.
"Cats? Cats? Ms. Granger, you believe that cats are a 16th century wizard group who rid London of banshees?" She asked incredulously.
The whole class burst out in laughter. I shrunk down in my seat, burning red, glaring at Ron, who was cracking up.
As soon as Prof. McGonagall's back was turned, I turned to Ron and punched his arm. He looked at me innocently and mouthed "What did I do?" then he and Harry silently cracked up.
You see? This is why I feel like they don't appreciate me sometimes.
"Does anyone know what the answer really is?" McGonagall asked. Glancing at me, she said, "And it is not cats. Yes Harry?"
"The Banshee-Banners?"
"That is correct Harry." She beamed at him.
And then after class, they didn't know why I wouldn't talk with them.
"Well, if you had been paying attention, none of this would have happened." Ron said. God, I bet he's been waiting to use that one on me for about, oh, since the moment he met me.
"What were you thinking about anyway?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I bet I know." Ron said, grinning. He coughed loudly and fakely, and it sounded a lot like "Draco!"
I turned around and just about smacked him. "Ron, why don't you just get over it already? I wasn't thinking about Draco! It was one stupid dance almost a week ago!"
He just goggled at me. I never shout.
Suddenly Lavender and Parvati had appeared behind me.
"You're just upset because she wouldn't dance with you, but she would dance with Draco." Lavender shot at him.
"Yeah. Why don't you get over it? Hermione doesn't like you like that." Parvati said. Ron stared at her.
"It's called rejection Ron." Lavender said loudly. "Get used to it. I have a feeling you'll be seeing a lot of it in the future."
Turning bright red, he spun on his heels and dragged Harry down the corridor.
As they turned the corner, Lavender said "What a jerk. I don't see why you put up with him Hermione."
"Sometimes I don't know either. Thanks for backing me up there." I said.
"No prob." Parvati said. "Even if we aren't, like, the best of friends, us girls still have to stick together, right?"
"Yeah. I guess." I said.
"See you around. We have to get to Divination." As they walked off, I couldn't help but smile. Sometimes it was nice to have friends like them.
At lunch, Ron wasn't speaking to me. He made it a point to sit at the other end of the table with Fred and George. I didn't particularly mind. I was sitting with Parvati and Lavender for the first time since we had known each other. Besides, I wasn't going anywhere near Fred for the time being.
Harry probably sensed the tension, as he scarfed down his lunch, announced he had Quidditch practice, and bolted.
After lunch, we had Herbiology, which wasn't bad, except that Hannah Abbot and her Hufflepuff friends kept asking me questions about what it was like dancing with Draco, which sparked yet another arguement with Ron.
"Dancing with Draco wasn't particularly exciting," I told them. "It was the dancing that was great. It's like your floating on clouds, and nothing else matters."
Hannah sighed. "That's beautiful, Herm."
"That's beautiful Herm. That's beautiful, Herm." I turned. Ron had been working at the table behind us with Harry and Justin Finch-Fletchly. He was mimicking Hannah in a high pitched voice. Justin was cracking up, and Harry was trying desperatly to keep from laughing.
"Don't you feel bad," I said in a loud voice, pretending I was talking to Hannah and the others. "For those people who are so pathetic and upset by the fact that they can't get anyone to dance with them, that they have to try and make other people feel bad for having fun?"
"Don't you hate it when you try to save your friend, do something nice for them, and all they do is get mad at you?" Ron "asked" Harry and Justin, just as loudly.
"Save me?" I laughed bitterly. "Save me from what, having fun?"
"You were dancing with Draco Malfoy!" Ron shouted, forgetting to pretend he wasn't talking to me. "Do you remember who Draco Malfoy is?"
I whipped around and stared him right in the eye. If my glare were any colder, Ron's teeth would have chattered.
"YES, I remember who Draco Malfoy is." I spat at him. Everyone had fallen silent, even Prof. Sprout. "He's the guy who asked me to dance. Yes, I know he's our worst enemy, which makes you even more pathetic, because it should have been you that asked me to dance!" My voice rose as I shouted at him. "But no, you were too much of a God-damned coward to ask me to dance one freaking time!"
After I stopped shouting, there was a stunned silence, then all the girls started clapping. Ron glared at me, his hair paling in comparison to how red his face was.
Prof. Sprout gave us both detention, weeding the plants in Greenhouse One.
A/N: I GOT ASKED TO DANCE! I DANCED! THREE TIMES! AND I ASKED SOMEONE TO DANCE! Okay, so it was my friend's ex and a friend of mine from elementary school who asked me, but so what? They asked me! And I danced! And I didn't step on their feet! (Except maybe once or twice, but hey. Nobody's perfect.)
And then, get this: For the LAST song of the LAST dance, of our LAST year of middle school, I asked a guy to dance. So what if he's a friend of mine and already has a girlfriend? Who cares?
And get this too: My friend's ex (We'll call him X.) asked me when we first got there, but I just sort of laughed, cause I half thought he was kidding, and half thought my friend who used to date him would be upset if I did. So, first slow song, I'm sitting on the bench w/my friends, and X walks over, grabs my hand, and actually pulls me onto the floor!
And after the dance, when we were walking towards the parking lot for my mom to pick me up, this guy who's sorta my friend, but he's hecka popular (think tall football player who flirts with the teachers-type guy.), came up to me and said he had been looking for me the entire dance. I said he hadn't been looking properly, (A HP quote; think Stan Shupike talking about why Muggles can't see the Knight Bus.) But I wish he had found me! I love dancing!
Okay, so you guys know, right now, the day after the dance, I'm making a vow: I will not sit out any slow song at any of the dances next year, unless I am injured, there is a crisis, or unless the song is "Crazy" by K-Ci and Jo-Jo. (Every time they play that song, me and two of my friends stand on the bleachers and wave our arms, trying to make the couples crack up.) But if somebody asks me to dance during that song, I don't think I'll say no.
I LOVE DANCING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, enough about the dance, on with the fic. I seriously hope this doesn't turn out like one of those "Draco and Hermione instantly fall in love, and everyone doesn't mind." fics. They won't fall in love immediately, but they will fall in love. I promise!
Love, Dragonessa "Dancing Queen" Smith
"Ms. Granger? Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger, wake up!" Prof. McGonagall shouted at me.
I snapped my head around. I felt a blush rise as the whole class stared at me.
"Y-yes?" I said timidly. Great, the first time I let my mind wander, and she calls on me. I had been thinking about the dance, and my dreams, and what had happened at breakfast. Harry and Ron never pay attention, and they never get asked questions. It's just not fair.
"Would you like to answer the question, or are you just going to continue to stare out the window?" I swear I saw a small smile tugging at the sides of her mouth. (A/N: Lot's of S's in that sentence. :C)
I started to panic. I had no idea what the question was, how was I supposed to answer it?
On the other side of the room, Neville coughed loudly and very fakely. While McGonagall looked at him, I quickly turned to Ron, who was sitting next to me. He shoved a piece of paper onto the edge of his desk. It said "Cats."
As Prof. McGonagall turned back to me, she said again "Are you going to answer the question?"
"Cats?" I said, crossing my fingers under the desk.
"Cats? Cats? Ms. Granger, you believe that cats are a 16th century wizard group who rid London of banshees?" She asked incredulously.
The whole class burst out in laughter. I shrunk down in my seat, burning red, glaring at Ron, who was cracking up.
As soon as Prof. McGonagall's back was turned, I turned to Ron and punched his arm. He looked at me innocently and mouthed "What did I do?" then he and Harry silently cracked up.
You see? This is why I feel like they don't appreciate me sometimes.
"Does anyone know what the answer really is?" McGonagall asked. Glancing at me, she said, "And it is not cats. Yes Harry?"
"The Banshee-Banners?"
"That is correct Harry." She beamed at him.
And then after class, they didn't know why I wouldn't talk with them.
"Well, if you had been paying attention, none of this would have happened." Ron said. God, I bet he's been waiting to use that one on me for about, oh, since the moment he met me.
"What were you thinking about anyway?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I bet I know." Ron said, grinning. He coughed loudly and fakely, and it sounded a lot like "Draco!"
I turned around and just about smacked him. "Ron, why don't you just get over it already? I wasn't thinking about Draco! It was one stupid dance almost a week ago!"
He just goggled at me. I never shout.
Suddenly Lavender and Parvati had appeared behind me.
"You're just upset because she wouldn't dance with you, but she would dance with Draco." Lavender shot at him.
"Yeah. Why don't you get over it? Hermione doesn't like you like that." Parvati said. Ron stared at her.
"It's called rejection Ron." Lavender said loudly. "Get used to it. I have a feeling you'll be seeing a lot of it in the future."
Turning bright red, he spun on his heels and dragged Harry down the corridor.
As they turned the corner, Lavender said "What a jerk. I don't see why you put up with him Hermione."
"Sometimes I don't know either. Thanks for backing me up there." I said.
"No prob." Parvati said. "Even if we aren't, like, the best of friends, us girls still have to stick together, right?"
"Yeah. I guess." I said.
"See you around. We have to get to Divination." As they walked off, I couldn't help but smile. Sometimes it was nice to have friends like them.
At lunch, Ron wasn't speaking to me. He made it a point to sit at the other end of the table with Fred and George. I didn't particularly mind. I was sitting with Parvati and Lavender for the first time since we had known each other. Besides, I wasn't going anywhere near Fred for the time being.
Harry probably sensed the tension, as he scarfed down his lunch, announced he had Quidditch practice, and bolted.
After lunch, we had Herbiology, which wasn't bad, except that Hannah Abbot and her Hufflepuff friends kept asking me questions about what it was like dancing with Draco, which sparked yet another arguement with Ron.
"Dancing with Draco wasn't particularly exciting," I told them. "It was the dancing that was great. It's like your floating on clouds, and nothing else matters."
Hannah sighed. "That's beautiful, Herm."
"That's beautiful Herm. That's beautiful, Herm." I turned. Ron had been working at the table behind us with Harry and Justin Finch-Fletchly. He was mimicking Hannah in a high pitched voice. Justin was cracking up, and Harry was trying desperatly to keep from laughing.
"Don't you feel bad," I said in a loud voice, pretending I was talking to Hannah and the others. "For those people who are so pathetic and upset by the fact that they can't get anyone to dance with them, that they have to try and make other people feel bad for having fun?"
"Don't you hate it when you try to save your friend, do something nice for them, and all they do is get mad at you?" Ron "asked" Harry and Justin, just as loudly.
"Save me?" I laughed bitterly. "Save me from what, having fun?"
"You were dancing with Draco Malfoy!" Ron shouted, forgetting to pretend he wasn't talking to me. "Do you remember who Draco Malfoy is?"
I whipped around and stared him right in the eye. If my glare were any colder, Ron's teeth would have chattered.
"YES, I remember who Draco Malfoy is." I spat at him. Everyone had fallen silent, even Prof. Sprout. "He's the guy who asked me to dance. Yes, I know he's our worst enemy, which makes you even more pathetic, because it should have been you that asked me to dance!" My voice rose as I shouted at him. "But no, you were too much of a God-damned coward to ask me to dance one freaking time!"
After I stopped shouting, there was a stunned silence, then all the girls started clapping. Ron glared at me, his hair paling in comparison to how red his face was.
Prof. Sprout gave us both detention, weeding the plants in Greenhouse One.