AN: Well, here's chapter three. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the delay!
Chapter Three
The Royal Ball
He couldn't believe it. It was Granger. Mudblood Granger. "There has to be some sort of mistake," he thought, "it's not possible. She is NOT royalty....but if she is royalty, which she probably is not, then she has to be a pureblood...which she is Not!" he reminded himself. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Hermione walk down the staircase.
~*~
Hermione heard her name announced to the guests and walked down the grand staircase. It took all of her grace lessons to become accustomed to walking down this long staircase. At first she would stumble constantly, but in time, she became used to walking down with grace.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she followed her grandmother and her parents to the ballroom. Hermione was stunned, there looked as if there were more than 500 guests, and all eyes were on her. Classical music immediately started. She followed her grandmother to the front, where there were four thrones. She sat down to the left of her grandmother.
"Hermione, dear," began her grandmother, leaning towards her, " you already know what's expected of you at the ball, right?"
"Yes grandmother, I'm to dance with the boys my age." Hermione had been dreading this. Apparently, this was so she could see all the eligible young men. She was very nervous. She never was any good with boys her age. She would get flustered and would sometimes stutter. Hopefully, she had gotten over that stage.
Hermione didn't have to wait long to start dancing. To her surprise and delight, a handsome young man with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes asked her to dance.
~*~
Draco watched Hermione dance with several young men throughout the beginning of the ball. He was silently debating whether or not he should listen to his mother's instructions. She had told him to ask Hermione to dance to be polite. But Draco wasn't sure if he should do it. Even if she was a pureblood, she was still part of the Golden trio. "Well, she does look decent, she looks pretty okay..." he thought before roughly shaking the thought of his mind.
~*~
Hermione was having the time of her life. She couldn't believe that so many boys would wnt to dance with her. At first, she was nervous about being this close to boys, but as the night progressed, she became more comfortable around them and was able to have an adequate conversation with them. As her partner spun her, she noticed Draco Malfoy staring straight at her. "What's he doing here?" she thought. But as she danced, she forgot all about him. She was having far too much fun.
Hours later, the ball ended. Hermione went straight to bed, dreaming of the ball, the memory of Draco Malfoy pushed to the farthest corner of her mind.
~*~
The next morning, Hermione woke up in a cheerful mood. She took a quick shower and put on a blue shirt with a white shirt and thin blue sweater. She then went to the veranda to have breakfast with her parents and her grandmother.
"Good Morning Hermione" greeted her grandmother. "I'm glad you're here. We were just talking about our summer plans."
Hermione sat down, took a piece of toast and buttered it. "Morning Mom, morning Dad, morning Grandmother. What summer plans?"
"Well, this summer we're staying with the Malfoys"
Hermione nearly choked on her toast. "Wh-What?"
"The Malfoys dear," replied her grandmother calmly.
"But- but, they're the Malfoys!"
"Yes, dear"
"Grandmother, you don't understand! They're deatheaters!"
"Well," responded her grandmother in that annoyingly calm tone, "You're partly right on that. Lucius is a deatheater but Narcissa isn't. And I believe young Draco isn't either."
"But grandmother, why are we associating with deatheaters and their families??"
"Let me explain Hermione" answered her mother, "Narcissa's mother and your grandmother were very close friends, and from childhood, Narcissa and I were also close friends. I remember when we both attended Beaubaxtons together. I even remember when she first met Lucius. Back then, he didn't join Voldemort just yet. But then, a few years before they married, he joined the ranks of Voldemort. Narcissa knew that he joined but she still believed he had some good in him. But now, the Lucius Narcissa once knew is gone. Their marriage now hangs by a thread. Fortunately, Lucius won't be joining us on our summer holiday."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Narcissa and her mother....friends? She has always expected Narcissa to be just as cruel and unfeeling as Lucius. "But what about Draco?" she thought, "Would he be like his father? Or his mother?" The sound of her grandmother's voice brought Hermione out of her reverie.
"So Hermione, dear, we were all thinking we could all go to this lovely villa on the beach in the South of France. What do you think?"
"That sounds lovely grandmother," she replied, only half listening.
~*~
Two days later, Hermione was packing. At first she only had three large suitcases but her grandmother insisted that she bring ten larger ones.
"Grandmother, I really don't need all these clothes. I don't think I'll use all of it."
"Nonsense Hermione," replied her grandmother, "We'll be staying in the villa for eight weeks! Trust me, you'll need these clothes."
In the end, Hermione ended up bringing at least three-quarters of her wardrobe. An hour later, they were off to the Paris train station.
~*~
He couldn't believe it. He was in shock. Two whole months with Hermione Granger??.. "er...Habsburg-Bourbon-Granger" he reminded himself, "grr....too long!" Finding out she was a pureblood AND royalty was one thing, but having to spend two months with her??
"Mother? Do I have to come?" he drawled.
"Yes Draco" replied his mother, rolling her eyes.
Soon after, they were on their way to the train station, Draco wearing a scowl.
~*~
So...how was it? Is it okay? I didn't really know what to write. It took me a while to write this. I wasn't really sure where this story was going. Where do YOU guys want it to go? Lol. Mmmay, bye!
P.S Sorry for the short chapter, but chapter four is on the way!
Chapter Three
The Royal Ball
He couldn't believe it. It was Granger. Mudblood Granger. "There has to be some sort of mistake," he thought, "it's not possible. She is NOT royalty....but if she is royalty, which she probably is not, then she has to be a pureblood...which she is Not!" he reminded himself. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Hermione walk down the staircase.
~*~
Hermione heard her name announced to the guests and walked down the grand staircase. It took all of her grace lessons to become accustomed to walking down this long staircase. At first she would stumble constantly, but in time, she became used to walking down with grace.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she followed her grandmother and her parents to the ballroom. Hermione was stunned, there looked as if there were more than 500 guests, and all eyes were on her. Classical music immediately started. She followed her grandmother to the front, where there were four thrones. She sat down to the left of her grandmother.
"Hermione, dear," began her grandmother, leaning towards her, " you already know what's expected of you at the ball, right?"
"Yes grandmother, I'm to dance with the boys my age." Hermione had been dreading this. Apparently, this was so she could see all the eligible young men. She was very nervous. She never was any good with boys her age. She would get flustered and would sometimes stutter. Hopefully, she had gotten over that stage.
Hermione didn't have to wait long to start dancing. To her surprise and delight, a handsome young man with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes asked her to dance.
~*~
Draco watched Hermione dance with several young men throughout the beginning of the ball. He was silently debating whether or not he should listen to his mother's instructions. She had told him to ask Hermione to dance to be polite. But Draco wasn't sure if he should do it. Even if she was a pureblood, she was still part of the Golden trio. "Well, she does look decent, she looks pretty okay..." he thought before roughly shaking the thought of his mind.
~*~
Hermione was having the time of her life. She couldn't believe that so many boys would wnt to dance with her. At first, she was nervous about being this close to boys, but as the night progressed, she became more comfortable around them and was able to have an adequate conversation with them. As her partner spun her, she noticed Draco Malfoy staring straight at her. "What's he doing here?" she thought. But as she danced, she forgot all about him. She was having far too much fun.
Hours later, the ball ended. Hermione went straight to bed, dreaming of the ball, the memory of Draco Malfoy pushed to the farthest corner of her mind.
~*~
The next morning, Hermione woke up in a cheerful mood. She took a quick shower and put on a blue shirt with a white shirt and thin blue sweater. She then went to the veranda to have breakfast with her parents and her grandmother.
"Good Morning Hermione" greeted her grandmother. "I'm glad you're here. We were just talking about our summer plans."
Hermione sat down, took a piece of toast and buttered it. "Morning Mom, morning Dad, morning Grandmother. What summer plans?"
"Well, this summer we're staying with the Malfoys"
Hermione nearly choked on her toast. "Wh-What?"
"The Malfoys dear," replied her grandmother calmly.
"But- but, they're the Malfoys!"
"Yes, dear"
"Grandmother, you don't understand! They're deatheaters!"
"Well," responded her grandmother in that annoyingly calm tone, "You're partly right on that. Lucius is a deatheater but Narcissa isn't. And I believe young Draco isn't either."
"But grandmother, why are we associating with deatheaters and their families??"
"Let me explain Hermione" answered her mother, "Narcissa's mother and your grandmother were very close friends, and from childhood, Narcissa and I were also close friends. I remember when we both attended Beaubaxtons together. I even remember when she first met Lucius. Back then, he didn't join Voldemort just yet. But then, a few years before they married, he joined the ranks of Voldemort. Narcissa knew that he joined but she still believed he had some good in him. But now, the Lucius Narcissa once knew is gone. Their marriage now hangs by a thread. Fortunately, Lucius won't be joining us on our summer holiday."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Narcissa and her mother....friends? She has always expected Narcissa to be just as cruel and unfeeling as Lucius. "But what about Draco?" she thought, "Would he be like his father? Or his mother?" The sound of her grandmother's voice brought Hermione out of her reverie.
"So Hermione, dear, we were all thinking we could all go to this lovely villa on the beach in the South of France. What do you think?"
"That sounds lovely grandmother," she replied, only half listening.
~*~
Two days later, Hermione was packing. At first she only had three large suitcases but her grandmother insisted that she bring ten larger ones.
"Grandmother, I really don't need all these clothes. I don't think I'll use all of it."
"Nonsense Hermione," replied her grandmother, "We'll be staying in the villa for eight weeks! Trust me, you'll need these clothes."
In the end, Hermione ended up bringing at least three-quarters of her wardrobe. An hour later, they were off to the Paris train station.
~*~
He couldn't believe it. He was in shock. Two whole months with Hermione Granger??.. "er...Habsburg-Bourbon-Granger" he reminded himself, "grr....too long!" Finding out she was a pureblood AND royalty was one thing, but having to spend two months with her??
"Mother? Do I have to come?" he drawled.
"Yes Draco" replied his mother, rolling her eyes.
Soon after, they were on their way to the train station, Draco wearing a scowl.
~*~
So...how was it? Is it okay? I didn't really know what to write. It took me a while to write this. I wasn't really sure where this story was going. Where do YOU guys want it to go? Lol. Mmmay, bye!
P.S Sorry for the short chapter, but chapter four is on the way!