A/N: This is going to be a strange, long chapter... so if it's boring, email
me and tell me! Love to hear your feedback!
* Last time: Hermione is mad at Draco for causing her to lose points. Draco has a fight with Pansy and thinks about why he was stung when Hermione said she hated him. *
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"Whoa! Hermione! What's gotten into you, woman? You almost slapped Malfoy to China!" Ron said, awestruck by what Hermione had just done.
"Yeah, and you cursed Crabbe and Goyle into oblivion!" Harry said weakly.
"Oh, I just hate that stupid, arrogant, little – oh, I can't even say it! He's a big git! He thinks he's so cool, being rich and all that. But to me, he's still a twitchy little ferret," Hermione smiled slightly at the 4th year's events.
Just then, Harry and Ron had to take a different path up to Divination. Hermione waved bye, and then walked to Arithmancy, fuming. Everyone was surprised when Hermione's hand wasn't up when Professor Vector asked a question. Even Professor Vector looked taken back a little that Hermione wasn't raising her hand.
As soon as the bell rang, Hermione flew out of the classroom. She really didn't know why she was furious, but she decided that she had had enough of Draco Malfoy for one lifetime, and his stupid bodyguards. Not wanting to run into him, she headed to the Great Hall for lunch right away.
Hermione sat down and read for a little bit before the rest of the students arrived. Harry and Ron sat down on either side of her and helped themselves to some food. "Still mad at Malfoy?" Harry asked, helping himself to a chicken leg.
"No duh," Hermione replied, casting an angry glance in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Draco was trying to brush away a clingy Pansy Parkinson. Serves him right, she thought. "He is so disgusting."
"You know what amazes me Hermione? This is the one time when you're madder at Malfoy than we are." Ron grinned.
"Yeah, and it's creeping me out! But in a good way", he added hastily after Hermione glared at him.
Suddenly, a light tinkling sound filled the air. Everyone turned to look where it was coming from. Dumbledore was tapping his drinking glass lightly. Pretty soon, he had everyone's attention. "Attention everyone!" He said, smiling. "Professor McGonagall is going to inform the 6th and 7th years on something."
However, everyone, even the younger students, was listening with great interest. Professor McGonagall stood up as Dumbledore sat down. "As some of you may know, the Midnite Dance is this Friday at midnight." Some of the 7th years hooted and shouted joyfully at this.
"Ahem," McGonagall said disapprovingly. "You are not to bring a date. You can, if you wish, but that would just ruin the whole thing. Only 6th and 7th years are permitted to this dance. There was an instant uproar at these words McGonagall raised her wand and shot a firecracker out of her wand, effortlessly quieting the whole hall down.
"This," McGonagall said angrily, nostrils turning white and lips as thin as ever, "is why we never told anyone under 6th year before. Now, continuing. The Great Hall will be completely dark, so you will dance in the dark."
"Oh, no!" Neville whimpered. No one would want to dance with him, as he was stepping on people's shoes enough with the light on.
"You can find your dance partner in the dark, and if they want, they can wear a glow-in-the-dark nametag so people can find them. You do not have to attend. You do not have to dance. There will be food. There will also be a grade line, similar to the age line, to keep people under 6th year enter the Great Hall. Have fun." McGonagall sat down again, and started to finish her salad.
People resumed eating, but the talk now mostly turned to the dance. "So, what d'ya think of this dance Harry? You gonna go?" Ron asked Harry. When Harry nodded, Ron asked, "What about you, Hermione?"
Hermione pondered for a moment. "I don't know, maybe..."
"Oh come on, Hermione!" Harry chortled, grinning at her. "It'll be fun!"
Hermione finally gave in. "Okay, okay!" She laughed. "I'll go! Stop bothering me now."
"Good for you, Hermione! Are you going to wear your name tag?" Ron asked, grinning.
"Probably," Hermione said, laughing. "After all, I wouldn't want some stupid jerk who though I was someone else to dance with me, right?"
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Back at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was getting thoroughly irritated by Pansy Parkinson.
"Come on Draco," Pansy said in that same annoying baby voice. "Let's go to the dance together. We went to the Yule Ball together!"
"Pansy, that would just destroy the whole purpose of this dance!" Malfoy snapped, thoroughly aggravated.
"Well then, I'll wear my glow-in-the-dark nametag so you can find me!" Pansy called as Malfoy got up. "See you later, Draco!"
"And I won't wear mine", Malfoy muttered under his breath, "so you can't find me." He walked out of the Great Hall, anxious to get as far away from that pug-faced cow as possible.
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The night of the Midnite Dance was approaching fast. Pretty soon, Hermione found herself putting on her black dress and looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought to herself. Her dress was a present from her uncle for her birthday. It was pure black and made of silk. It dropped down to her knees and was smooth. Good, she thought. Now no one can see me. She pinned on her glowing nametag carefully, making sure it wouldn't fall off. Then, Hermione went downstairs to wait for Harry and Ron.
"Hey!" Hermione waved when they came down the stairs. They were wearing good shirts and pants. "Not very formal, are you?"
"No way," Ron said, grinning. "Why bother? No one can see us anyway! And definitely no one can see you..."
Hermione laughed. "You guys look good."
"You look good yourself. Now, let's get downstairs," Harry said.
They stepped over the grade line and into the Great Hall. It was a real funny sight. Hundreds of floating green nametags were in the air, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, a nametag bearing the name 'Ginny' came floating over. "Harry? Care to Dance?" The voice asked.
"Sure," came a voice right beside Hermione whose shirt bore the name 'Harry'.
Ron laughed as the two nametags bobbed up and down. "Hey Hermione, care to dance?"
"Sure, Ron," Hermione replied. They started to dance, while laughing at the funny site around them.
When the song was over, Hermione found her way to the benches, where she noticed Neville was sitting. "Hey Neville!" She said, smiling. "Why aren't you dancing?"
"I don't want to," came Neville's voice.
"Okay," Hermione said. "But you're missing all the fun!"
Suddenly, a strange voice whispered in Hermione's ear. "Care to dance?" The voice asked. Hermione shrugged. Why not? She thought. It was probably Harry in disguise.
"Okay," she replied cheerfully and stood up. Just then a slow song came on. The stranger wasn't wearing a nametag, but then again who cares, Hermione thought. He put his arms around her waist and she put her head on his shoulder. Then, Hermione realized just how tired she was. She tried to dance more, but her legs felt like jelly. Man, it's really hot in here, she thought and wiped some sweat from her head. Oh shoot! She suddenly remembered that she couldn't stand hot weather that well. Then, she just couldn't hold on anymore. She felt herself fall deeper and deeper...
"Hermione!" The voice shouted. And that was the last thing that Hermione heard before she sank into unconsciousness.
A/N: Forgive me for this bad Chapter, I'm tired though :)
* Last time: Hermione is mad at Draco for causing her to lose points. Draco has a fight with Pansy and thinks about why he was stung when Hermione said she hated him. *
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"Whoa! Hermione! What's gotten into you, woman? You almost slapped Malfoy to China!" Ron said, awestruck by what Hermione had just done.
"Yeah, and you cursed Crabbe and Goyle into oblivion!" Harry said weakly.
"Oh, I just hate that stupid, arrogant, little – oh, I can't even say it! He's a big git! He thinks he's so cool, being rich and all that. But to me, he's still a twitchy little ferret," Hermione smiled slightly at the 4th year's events.
Just then, Harry and Ron had to take a different path up to Divination. Hermione waved bye, and then walked to Arithmancy, fuming. Everyone was surprised when Hermione's hand wasn't up when Professor Vector asked a question. Even Professor Vector looked taken back a little that Hermione wasn't raising her hand.
As soon as the bell rang, Hermione flew out of the classroom. She really didn't know why she was furious, but she decided that she had had enough of Draco Malfoy for one lifetime, and his stupid bodyguards. Not wanting to run into him, she headed to the Great Hall for lunch right away.
Hermione sat down and read for a little bit before the rest of the students arrived. Harry and Ron sat down on either side of her and helped themselves to some food. "Still mad at Malfoy?" Harry asked, helping himself to a chicken leg.
"No duh," Hermione replied, casting an angry glance in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Draco was trying to brush away a clingy Pansy Parkinson. Serves him right, she thought. "He is so disgusting."
"You know what amazes me Hermione? This is the one time when you're madder at Malfoy than we are." Ron grinned.
"Yeah, and it's creeping me out! But in a good way", he added hastily after Hermione glared at him.
Suddenly, a light tinkling sound filled the air. Everyone turned to look where it was coming from. Dumbledore was tapping his drinking glass lightly. Pretty soon, he had everyone's attention. "Attention everyone!" He said, smiling. "Professor McGonagall is going to inform the 6th and 7th years on something."
However, everyone, even the younger students, was listening with great interest. Professor McGonagall stood up as Dumbledore sat down. "As some of you may know, the Midnite Dance is this Friday at midnight." Some of the 7th years hooted and shouted joyfully at this.
"Ahem," McGonagall said disapprovingly. "You are not to bring a date. You can, if you wish, but that would just ruin the whole thing. Only 6th and 7th years are permitted to this dance. There was an instant uproar at these words McGonagall raised her wand and shot a firecracker out of her wand, effortlessly quieting the whole hall down.
"This," McGonagall said angrily, nostrils turning white and lips as thin as ever, "is why we never told anyone under 6th year before. Now, continuing. The Great Hall will be completely dark, so you will dance in the dark."
"Oh, no!" Neville whimpered. No one would want to dance with him, as he was stepping on people's shoes enough with the light on.
"You can find your dance partner in the dark, and if they want, they can wear a glow-in-the-dark nametag so people can find them. You do not have to attend. You do not have to dance. There will be food. There will also be a grade line, similar to the age line, to keep people under 6th year enter the Great Hall. Have fun." McGonagall sat down again, and started to finish her salad.
People resumed eating, but the talk now mostly turned to the dance. "So, what d'ya think of this dance Harry? You gonna go?" Ron asked Harry. When Harry nodded, Ron asked, "What about you, Hermione?"
Hermione pondered for a moment. "I don't know, maybe..."
"Oh come on, Hermione!" Harry chortled, grinning at her. "It'll be fun!"
Hermione finally gave in. "Okay, okay!" She laughed. "I'll go! Stop bothering me now."
"Good for you, Hermione! Are you going to wear your name tag?" Ron asked, grinning.
"Probably," Hermione said, laughing. "After all, I wouldn't want some stupid jerk who though I was someone else to dance with me, right?"
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Back at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was getting thoroughly irritated by Pansy Parkinson.
"Come on Draco," Pansy said in that same annoying baby voice. "Let's go to the dance together. We went to the Yule Ball together!"
"Pansy, that would just destroy the whole purpose of this dance!" Malfoy snapped, thoroughly aggravated.
"Well then, I'll wear my glow-in-the-dark nametag so you can find me!" Pansy called as Malfoy got up. "See you later, Draco!"
"And I won't wear mine", Malfoy muttered under his breath, "so you can't find me." He walked out of the Great Hall, anxious to get as far away from that pug-faced cow as possible.
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The night of the Midnite Dance was approaching fast. Pretty soon, Hermione found herself putting on her black dress and looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought to herself. Her dress was a present from her uncle for her birthday. It was pure black and made of silk. It dropped down to her knees and was smooth. Good, she thought. Now no one can see me. She pinned on her glowing nametag carefully, making sure it wouldn't fall off. Then, Hermione went downstairs to wait for Harry and Ron.
"Hey!" Hermione waved when they came down the stairs. They were wearing good shirts and pants. "Not very formal, are you?"
"No way," Ron said, grinning. "Why bother? No one can see us anyway! And definitely no one can see you..."
Hermione laughed. "You guys look good."
"You look good yourself. Now, let's get downstairs," Harry said.
They stepped over the grade line and into the Great Hall. It was a real funny sight. Hundreds of floating green nametags were in the air, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, a nametag bearing the name 'Ginny' came floating over. "Harry? Care to Dance?" The voice asked.
"Sure," came a voice right beside Hermione whose shirt bore the name 'Harry'.
Ron laughed as the two nametags bobbed up and down. "Hey Hermione, care to dance?"
"Sure, Ron," Hermione replied. They started to dance, while laughing at the funny site around them.
When the song was over, Hermione found her way to the benches, where she noticed Neville was sitting. "Hey Neville!" She said, smiling. "Why aren't you dancing?"
"I don't want to," came Neville's voice.
"Okay," Hermione said. "But you're missing all the fun!"
Suddenly, a strange voice whispered in Hermione's ear. "Care to dance?" The voice asked. Hermione shrugged. Why not? She thought. It was probably Harry in disguise.
"Okay," she replied cheerfully and stood up. Just then a slow song came on. The stranger wasn't wearing a nametag, but then again who cares, Hermione thought. He put his arms around her waist and she put her head on his shoulder. Then, Hermione realized just how tired she was. She tried to dance more, but her legs felt like jelly. Man, it's really hot in here, she thought and wiped some sweat from her head. Oh shoot! She suddenly remembered that she couldn't stand hot weather that well. Then, she just couldn't hold on anymore. She felt herself fall deeper and deeper...
"Hermione!" The voice shouted. And that was the last thing that Hermione heard before she sank into unconsciousness.
A/N: Forgive me for this bad Chapter, I'm tired though :)