a/n: I know you are all probably mad at me for making Ron gay... just keep
reading please...
Chapter 2
"She's just an old girlfriend of mine." Draco said, "but it was a mistake to even mention her."
"Than why did you if you weren't going to tell me about her?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know...it just kinda came out that way," Draco said.
"Well, think before you speak," Hermione said with a slight attitude, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I had no right to say that," Draco said.
The time was now eleven o'clock. They had just one more hour of alone time until the next weekend.
"You know the Winter Formal?" Draco asked randomly.
"Yeah. What about it?" Hermione replied.
"Are you going?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. I was supposed to go with Ron. Why?" Hermione asked.
"I was supposed to go with Layla. You wanna go with me instead?" Draco asked nervously.
"No," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, okay than," Draco said.
"Of course I'll go with you. Its called sarcasm babe, learn it..." Hermione said with a chuckle.
"Oh! I knew that!" Draco said.
The next hour flew by. They talked of the Winter Formal and Layla. The Great Hall filled up with the various students from their houses once again. Hermione sat with Draco at his table. Draco's friends learned to live with her being there and not having their leader and friend to be around twenty-four seven like they normally did. The winter formal was in one week on April 29th. The female teachers took the year seven girls to London to get their dresses. Since Hermione was tutoring she missed the day she was supposed to go. This meant that she went alone with a professor of her choice. She chose Professor McGonagall. They went on Saturday after Lunch.
They took the train into London, to a formal dress shop dubbed, Kathryn's. They walked into the shop to peruse around the shop.
"What size are you dear?" McGonagall whispered.
"Two Professor," Hermione answered.
"Do you have a certain color in mind?"
"Not really, as long as it's not brown or gold." Hermione answered.
"Okay darling, I'll look this way you can look the other way." McGonagall said.
"Yes Professor," Hermione replied.
Hermione took the right side of the shop and Professor McGonagall took the left. Hermione searched through the racks of dresses.
"Brown? No. Gold? No. Purple? Maybe. Pink? Rather not. Blue? Maybe. Green? That's okay. Silver? Preferably. Red? Sexy. White? Wedding much? Black? Slimming, oh right," Hermione whispered to herself.
She picked up different styles of dresses. All of the different colors she said, except brown, gold, pink, and white. She met the Professor and got the dresses from her. She went into one of the dressing rooms and began to try on her numerous dresses. She came out after each one to see if it was 'appropriate' according to school standards. The first one was a dark purple one strapped a-line gown.
"Yes," McGonagall said to the first, "That one can be in the final picking."
She tried on the next one, a green strapless midriff top and a black flow-y skirt.
"No," McGonagall said.
The next one was on. It was black dress with royal blue floral embroidery. This one McGonagall has picked out, Hermione didn't like it so she didn't come out. She put on one that she picked out. It was just a red strapless a-line gown, which happened to have a hole for the belly button and an extremely short skirt.
"Well, it's a little racy, but I'll allow it." McGonagall said.
Hermione put it on the rack with the keep dresses. She went through the rest of her dresses and some went and some stayed. She came out next in a black satin strapless gown. There was a royal blue satin contrast on the bodice with an asymmetrical drop waist and a matching bow. This floor length flared skirt was Hermione's favorite out of all of them so far. Too bad Professor McGonagall wasn't fond of it.
"I don't like it!" she said, "pick a different one."
Hermione went back into the dressing room and put on another dress.
"It's perfect," McGonagall exclaimed, "that's the one."
Hermione put her regular clothing back on again and purchased the gown. They got back to school at around four o'clock.
The week sped past and it was the day of the Winter Formal. Everyone was busy getting ready for the big day. The girls had their friends and the professors do their hair and makeup for the special occasion. The time was now seven thirty pm. It was time for the Winter Formal to begin. Everyone was picked up by her date. Well, everyone except Hermione that is. She went into the common room to wait for Draco. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come. She thought that she had been stood up. She began to go upstairs to change into regular clothing when a knock came to the door and in walked Mister Draco Malfoy, in his brand new black tuxedo. Hermione glided over to him gracefully. Hermione kissed him on the verge of tears.
"Hey. Why are you crying?" Draco asked, Hermione now in tears.
"I thought you wouldn't come," she replied.
"Why?" "Because, that's the way you used to be. You seemed never like me anyway." She explained.
Draco placed his smooth hand on her cheek. He wiped away her tears with his thumb. Draco hadn't even noticed Hermione's dress. Her dress was very simple although sexy at the same time. Her black satin full-length strapless a-line dress stunned Draco when he looked down at her to pick up her chin so that he could gaze into her tear stricken eyes.
"Why don't you go upstairs and fix your make up, hmmmm?" Draco suggested.
"Alright," Hermione said going upstairs.
Draco fiddled in his pocket for his old ring that he had gotten from his grandmother. She had told him to 'give the ring to the girl he truly cherished before the age of eighteen, or he would find anyone to love or to love him back.' He held it in his hand nervously. The CREEK of the door sounded. Hermione came down the stairs as gracefully as ever. Draco stood up gazing in Hermione's direction. A small grin came upon both Draco and Hermione's faces. Draco walked over to the stairs where Hermione was standing. He took the ring out of his pocket and held it tightly in his hand. He turned around and put the ring in a small drawstring sac. He held the sac by the bow and held it up to Hermione.
"Hermione, please take this."
"What is it?"
"For you. I'll explain after you open it, although it is not what you think." Draco said.
Hermione opened the sac and gasped. Inside the sac was a Draco's grandmothers promise ring. It was a silver band, just a silver band. Even though that was all it was, Hermione loved it.
"What is this for?" Hermione asked.
"It's a promise ring. It insures you that I will always be here for you when you need me, or when you're in trouble. And if you accept, vise versa." Draco explained.
"This is really special. This means a lot to me. Thank you so much." Hermione said coming down the stairs toward Draco.
They shared a short kiss. They walked into the corridor to go down to the Winter Formal. They walked hand-in-hand all the way there. As they descended the stairs, some people stared because they were quite late. They made their way to the table and sat down. Ron walked up to Hermione in his dull black tuxedo.
"Can I have a word?" Ron asked Hermione
Hermione nodded her head.
Ron took Hermione by the arm and took her into the hall where it was quiet.
"I was stupid and kind of a jerk," Ron said directly.
"You can say that again!" Hermione scoffed.
"I shouldn't have left you," Ron said.
"You broke my heart! Do you have any idea what that feel like?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, yeah, kinda. Okay no!" Ron said.
"Yeah. I didn't think so," Hermione said starting to walk away before Ron grabbed her by the wrist.
"I'M NOT FINISHED!" Ron yelled.
"Why in the hell didn't you just say that?" Hermione asked.
"I want you back." Ron said.
"Really? I want you too..." Hermione said, "Yeah, I want you to go away! You're the one who said, 'she's not mine anymore and I'm okay with that.'" Hermione quoted.
"Well, I didn't know what I was saying. I was caught up in the moment." Ron tried to explain.
Hermione walked away again but was pulled back, but this time into a kiss. Draco walked into the corridor to find his beau. He found Hermione and Ron kissing. Hermione pulled away. She slapped him as hard as she could. She turned around and twirled the ring on her finger. She hadn't noticed Draco come up behind her, so when he put his hand on her shoulder, she moved away and turned around to look, who she thought was Ron, in the eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were Ron," Hermione said.
"Its okay, I saw what happened."
"Were you spying on me?"
"NO! I wouldn't invade your privacy. I came looking for you because Beri is looking for you." Draco said trying to calm Hermione down.
"Oh, but can we go back now?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, but first I have to take care of something," Draco said.
Draco walked up to Ron as if he wanted to talk. Instead, Draco punched Ron in the face several times. Hermione wasn't sure what to feel at the time. She didn't know whether or not to help Ron or Draco. She ran to the boys and tried to break up the fight. When she got there, Draco was on the floor bleeding profusely. Ron continued to kick in the stomach.
"C'mon! Hit me, hit me, hit me, fuckin' hit me!" Ron said.
"Ron! Stop it! Stop it right now!" Hermione said getting between him and Draco. Ron pushed Hermione down to the floor. She began to tear. Draco sprang to his feet. He punched Ron so hard that he fell right on his ass and had a hard time getting back up. Draco wiped his bloody nose. He stood up and ran over to Hermione whom was on the floor a few feet from where Ron was struggling to get up. Draco picked up Hermione from the floor. Hermione was welling up with tears yet again as he brought Hermione to the stairs.
Chapter 2
"She's just an old girlfriend of mine." Draco said, "but it was a mistake to even mention her."
"Than why did you if you weren't going to tell me about her?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know...it just kinda came out that way," Draco said.
"Well, think before you speak," Hermione said with a slight attitude, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I had no right to say that," Draco said.
The time was now eleven o'clock. They had just one more hour of alone time until the next weekend.
"You know the Winter Formal?" Draco asked randomly.
"Yeah. What about it?" Hermione replied.
"Are you going?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. I was supposed to go with Ron. Why?" Hermione asked.
"I was supposed to go with Layla. You wanna go with me instead?" Draco asked nervously.
"No," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, okay than," Draco said.
"Of course I'll go with you. Its called sarcasm babe, learn it..." Hermione said with a chuckle.
"Oh! I knew that!" Draco said.
The next hour flew by. They talked of the Winter Formal and Layla. The Great Hall filled up with the various students from their houses once again. Hermione sat with Draco at his table. Draco's friends learned to live with her being there and not having their leader and friend to be around twenty-four seven like they normally did. The winter formal was in one week on April 29th. The female teachers took the year seven girls to London to get their dresses. Since Hermione was tutoring she missed the day she was supposed to go. This meant that she went alone with a professor of her choice. She chose Professor McGonagall. They went on Saturday after Lunch.
They took the train into London, to a formal dress shop dubbed, Kathryn's. They walked into the shop to peruse around the shop.
"What size are you dear?" McGonagall whispered.
"Two Professor," Hermione answered.
"Do you have a certain color in mind?"
"Not really, as long as it's not brown or gold." Hermione answered.
"Okay darling, I'll look this way you can look the other way." McGonagall said.
"Yes Professor," Hermione replied.
Hermione took the right side of the shop and Professor McGonagall took the left. Hermione searched through the racks of dresses.
"Brown? No. Gold? No. Purple? Maybe. Pink? Rather not. Blue? Maybe. Green? That's okay. Silver? Preferably. Red? Sexy. White? Wedding much? Black? Slimming, oh right," Hermione whispered to herself.
She picked up different styles of dresses. All of the different colors she said, except brown, gold, pink, and white. She met the Professor and got the dresses from her. She went into one of the dressing rooms and began to try on her numerous dresses. She came out after each one to see if it was 'appropriate' according to school standards. The first one was a dark purple one strapped a-line gown.
"Yes," McGonagall said to the first, "That one can be in the final picking."
She tried on the next one, a green strapless midriff top and a black flow-y skirt.
"No," McGonagall said.
The next one was on. It was black dress with royal blue floral embroidery. This one McGonagall has picked out, Hermione didn't like it so she didn't come out. She put on one that she picked out. It was just a red strapless a-line gown, which happened to have a hole for the belly button and an extremely short skirt.
"Well, it's a little racy, but I'll allow it." McGonagall said.
Hermione put it on the rack with the keep dresses. She went through the rest of her dresses and some went and some stayed. She came out next in a black satin strapless gown. There was a royal blue satin contrast on the bodice with an asymmetrical drop waist and a matching bow. This floor length flared skirt was Hermione's favorite out of all of them so far. Too bad Professor McGonagall wasn't fond of it.
"I don't like it!" she said, "pick a different one."
Hermione went back into the dressing room and put on another dress.
"It's perfect," McGonagall exclaimed, "that's the one."
Hermione put her regular clothing back on again and purchased the gown. They got back to school at around four o'clock.
The week sped past and it was the day of the Winter Formal. Everyone was busy getting ready for the big day. The girls had their friends and the professors do their hair and makeup for the special occasion. The time was now seven thirty pm. It was time for the Winter Formal to begin. Everyone was picked up by her date. Well, everyone except Hermione that is. She went into the common room to wait for Draco. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come. She thought that she had been stood up. She began to go upstairs to change into regular clothing when a knock came to the door and in walked Mister Draco Malfoy, in his brand new black tuxedo. Hermione glided over to him gracefully. Hermione kissed him on the verge of tears.
"Hey. Why are you crying?" Draco asked, Hermione now in tears.
"I thought you wouldn't come," she replied.
"Why?" "Because, that's the way you used to be. You seemed never like me anyway." She explained.
Draco placed his smooth hand on her cheek. He wiped away her tears with his thumb. Draco hadn't even noticed Hermione's dress. Her dress was very simple although sexy at the same time. Her black satin full-length strapless a-line dress stunned Draco when he looked down at her to pick up her chin so that he could gaze into her tear stricken eyes.
"Why don't you go upstairs and fix your make up, hmmmm?" Draco suggested.
"Alright," Hermione said going upstairs.
Draco fiddled in his pocket for his old ring that he had gotten from his grandmother. She had told him to 'give the ring to the girl he truly cherished before the age of eighteen, or he would find anyone to love or to love him back.' He held it in his hand nervously. The CREEK of the door sounded. Hermione came down the stairs as gracefully as ever. Draco stood up gazing in Hermione's direction. A small grin came upon both Draco and Hermione's faces. Draco walked over to the stairs where Hermione was standing. He took the ring out of his pocket and held it tightly in his hand. He turned around and put the ring in a small drawstring sac. He held the sac by the bow and held it up to Hermione.
"Hermione, please take this."
"What is it?"
"For you. I'll explain after you open it, although it is not what you think." Draco said.
Hermione opened the sac and gasped. Inside the sac was a Draco's grandmothers promise ring. It was a silver band, just a silver band. Even though that was all it was, Hermione loved it.
"What is this for?" Hermione asked.
"It's a promise ring. It insures you that I will always be here for you when you need me, or when you're in trouble. And if you accept, vise versa." Draco explained.
"This is really special. This means a lot to me. Thank you so much." Hermione said coming down the stairs toward Draco.
They shared a short kiss. They walked into the corridor to go down to the Winter Formal. They walked hand-in-hand all the way there. As they descended the stairs, some people stared because they were quite late. They made their way to the table and sat down. Ron walked up to Hermione in his dull black tuxedo.
"Can I have a word?" Ron asked Hermione
Hermione nodded her head.
Ron took Hermione by the arm and took her into the hall where it was quiet.
"I was stupid and kind of a jerk," Ron said directly.
"You can say that again!" Hermione scoffed.
"I shouldn't have left you," Ron said.
"You broke my heart! Do you have any idea what that feel like?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, yeah, kinda. Okay no!" Ron said.
"Yeah. I didn't think so," Hermione said starting to walk away before Ron grabbed her by the wrist.
"I'M NOT FINISHED!" Ron yelled.
"Why in the hell didn't you just say that?" Hermione asked.
"I want you back." Ron said.
"Really? I want you too..." Hermione said, "Yeah, I want you to go away! You're the one who said, 'she's not mine anymore and I'm okay with that.'" Hermione quoted.
"Well, I didn't know what I was saying. I was caught up in the moment." Ron tried to explain.
Hermione walked away again but was pulled back, but this time into a kiss. Draco walked into the corridor to find his beau. He found Hermione and Ron kissing. Hermione pulled away. She slapped him as hard as she could. She turned around and twirled the ring on her finger. She hadn't noticed Draco come up behind her, so when he put his hand on her shoulder, she moved away and turned around to look, who she thought was Ron, in the eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were Ron," Hermione said.
"Its okay, I saw what happened."
"Were you spying on me?"
"NO! I wouldn't invade your privacy. I came looking for you because Beri is looking for you." Draco said trying to calm Hermione down.
"Oh, but can we go back now?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, but first I have to take care of something," Draco said.
Draco walked up to Ron as if he wanted to talk. Instead, Draco punched Ron in the face several times. Hermione wasn't sure what to feel at the time. She didn't know whether or not to help Ron or Draco. She ran to the boys and tried to break up the fight. When she got there, Draco was on the floor bleeding profusely. Ron continued to kick in the stomach.
"C'mon! Hit me, hit me, hit me, fuckin' hit me!" Ron said.
"Ron! Stop it! Stop it right now!" Hermione said getting between him and Draco. Ron pushed Hermione down to the floor. She began to tear. Draco sprang to his feet. He punched Ron so hard that he fell right on his ass and had a hard time getting back up. Draco wiped his bloody nose. He stood up and ran over to Hermione whom was on the floor a few feet from where Ron was struggling to get up. Draco picked up Hermione from the floor. Hermione was welling up with tears yet again as he brought Hermione to the stairs.