White Hole
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A/N: Some people theorize that there is another end to a black hole, where matter that was sucked into a black hole will re-materialize. I don't think it's been proven yet, but I'm not sure. This whole chapter is dedicated to DMRox, who may or may not be reading this still. I was reading the reviews for random chapters, and in Chapter 7, she said something about wanting to see them salsa dancing.
And this is just a general apology for being absent for so long; I hope I can start writing again once I finish this...it's been hanging over my head making me feel guilty about writing anything else...so I just want to finish it...
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We had finally procured a quiet spot in the kitchen. The whole house was practically deserted, except for the bathrooms. Mayonnaise should not be left out in the sun for too long.
"Finally..." Draco muttered, pulling me close to him. Just as we were getting cozy, the door swung open.
"Hey Hermione, hey Draco." Bill walked in, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, and opened it. "Hot as hell, isn't it?" He asked, before chugging almost half the can.
We stood there like deer in headlights. Bill seemed not to notice.
"Uh, Bill? Aren't you gonna..." I trailed off as he looked at me funny.
"Tell you I don't approve of what you're doing? Make you feel bad? Worse than Ron and Harry did?" He laughed. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, as long as your happy," He pointed at Draco with the can, splashing a bit of his soda on the floor. "And he watches his mouth."
"Will do, sir." Draco saluted him smartly, standing at attention.
"You don't know how absurd that looks." Bill grinned. "Like one of the Buckingham guards doing a salsa with a plastic pink flamingo."
"Hey, I happen to like salsa dancing." I pouted.
"And I like plastic pink flamingos. Anyway, don't mean to sound rude, but where the hell did you learn to salsa?" Bill asked, grinning bigger.
"I learned when we went to France. We stayed in the same hotel as this Spanish couple and their son. He taught me."
"Should I be jealous?" Draco asked, furrowing his brows.
"I doubt it. I was twelve, he was seventeen, we were the only people under forty in the whole place, and I was more interested in the dance than him." I laughed, trying to remember what he looked like. "Eric couldn't even speak much English, come to think of it. Or maybe he was just really quiet."
We went back outside, and I lost track of Draco for few minutes. When I found him again, he was grinning. I instantly felt my stomach flip.
"What did you do? Did you spike the punch-"
A pounding beat filled my ears. I looked towards the DJ tables, Bill grinning merrily as he expertly blended out the old song and replaced it with a sultry Shakira number.
Oh, god...
"Like the punch isn't spiked already. Come on."
'Draco, I haven't since I was like, twelve. Draco-"
Too late. He had dragged me onto the dance floor
"If you don't remember," He shrugged. "Fake it. No one else will notice."
He was right; no one did.
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A/N: Some people theorize that there is another end to a black hole, where matter that was sucked into a black hole will re-materialize. I don't think it's been proven yet, but I'm not sure. This whole chapter is dedicated to DMRox, who may or may not be reading this still. I was reading the reviews for random chapters, and in Chapter 7, she said something about wanting to see them salsa dancing.
And this is just a general apology for being absent for so long; I hope I can start writing again once I finish this...it's been hanging over my head making me feel guilty about writing anything else...so I just want to finish it...
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We had finally procured a quiet spot in the kitchen. The whole house was practically deserted, except for the bathrooms. Mayonnaise should not be left out in the sun for too long.
"Finally..." Draco muttered, pulling me close to him. Just as we were getting cozy, the door swung open.
"Hey Hermione, hey Draco." Bill walked in, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, and opened it. "Hot as hell, isn't it?" He asked, before chugging almost half the can.
We stood there like deer in headlights. Bill seemed not to notice.
"Uh, Bill? Aren't you gonna..." I trailed off as he looked at me funny.
"Tell you I don't approve of what you're doing? Make you feel bad? Worse than Ron and Harry did?" He laughed. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, as long as your happy," He pointed at Draco with the can, splashing a bit of his soda on the floor. "And he watches his mouth."
"Will do, sir." Draco saluted him smartly, standing at attention.
"You don't know how absurd that looks." Bill grinned. "Like one of the Buckingham guards doing a salsa with a plastic pink flamingo."
"Hey, I happen to like salsa dancing." I pouted.
"And I like plastic pink flamingos. Anyway, don't mean to sound rude, but where the hell did you learn to salsa?" Bill asked, grinning bigger.
"I learned when we went to France. We stayed in the same hotel as this Spanish couple and their son. He taught me."
"Should I be jealous?" Draco asked, furrowing his brows.
"I doubt it. I was twelve, he was seventeen, we were the only people under forty in the whole place, and I was more interested in the dance than him." I laughed, trying to remember what he looked like. "Eric couldn't even speak much English, come to think of it. Or maybe he was just really quiet."
We went back outside, and I lost track of Draco for few minutes. When I found him again, he was grinning. I instantly felt my stomach flip.
"What did you do? Did you spike the punch-"
A pounding beat filled my ears. I looked towards the DJ tables, Bill grinning merrily as he expertly blended out the old song and replaced it with a sultry Shakira number.
Oh, god...
"Like the punch isn't spiked already. Come on."
'Draco, I haven't since I was like, twelve. Draco-"
Too late. He had dragged me onto the dance floor
"If you don't remember," He shrugged. "Fake it. No one else will notice."
He was right; no one did.