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In the chapter ahead: Hermione faces the challenging acceptance of her heritage, Blaise realizes something, and everyone goes for a shopping trip into Diagon Alley! This is going to be a bit long because I'm leaving for two weeks on Monday and I have some reading to get done before I leave, so I'm making up for that now.
Summary: What's up with Harry? Why are Hermione and Ginny disappearing all the time? Who is this enticing new Gryffindor? And just where in all hells is Ron? Reincarnation is a strange and dangerous thing that toys with the present in hopes that it will somehow turn out like the past, but will the past repeat itself, or will it fail to save the world as we know it from a foe greater than any seen in this word yet?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
And We Thought it Was the End
Chapter 8
Accepting Who You Are
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"No." Hermione's voice was quiet. "That's...that's just not possible..." She flipped through the book quickly. "That's – No.... We must have missed someone. We had to skip a page or something!" She was tearing the book apart in her frenzy to understand.
Draco's hand touched hers gently. "Hermione, it's true."
She glared at him. "How would you know?" She demanded.
"The door to the wing. Only a person of Malfoy blood can touch it. Other wise, it would have shocked you."
Hermione stood hastily and paced behind her chair. "I just...I don't... why would they... oh hell, I'm so confused." She let herself fall into the chair...then the tears started to come. Her head fell into her hands and she wept silently.
Rachel looked up from the trunk she was rummaging through with a shout. "Holy hell! Hermione! Get over here! I found something you might want to look at."
Hermione gave Draco one last look then sat down next to Rachel. "What is it?"
"Look." She opened the trunk to reveal an array of children's toys.
She picked one up and held it in her hands. "A real life baby doll! I used to beg my mum for one of these!" She turned the box over in her hands and read the card. To my little Mia on her birthday, love father.
Hermione stared at the card and shook her head. "Impossible." She muttered moving onto the next toy. "Wow! A Barbie and Me Playhouse! I cried for days when my mum said no to it!" Again, the card read To Hermione, from father, Happy Christmas. She dropped the toy and rummaged through the rest of the trunk. Almost all of them were for her from Lucius! Most near the top were toys, but as she dug deeper, the presents matured. Soon, she was digging through boxes of jewelry and dress robes and books and notebooks and pricy things.
Near the bottom of the trunk was a white box with a silver ribbon around it.
Rachel picked it up and inspected the tag. "Hey Mia, this one's from just this past Christmas." She handed it to Hermione.
Hermione peered at the card. This one was longer than the others, but still short. To my darling Hermione, even though you are growing up, you will always me my little girl. Love Father.
She frowned at the card and opened the box. Then she gasped.
"What is it?" Rachel said leaning to look over her shoulder.
Hermione pulled a length of fabric out of the box. "The... It's the dress!"
"What dress?"
Flashback
Hermione and Ginny were bundled up against the December cold. They walked down the streets of Hogsmede giggling at something they had just seen. Then Ginny gasped and pulled Hermione aside to look in a store window. "Hermione! Look at this robe!"
Hermione gave the robe in question a glance, it was perfect for Ginny, its deep green would compliment her stark red hair.
But Hermione's gaze was drawn to a robe that hung next to Ginny's dress in the window.
The strapless top was cut in a corset fashion and the skirt had a simple cut. The ribbons tying the corset closet were a shiny white, the corset itself was a heavy green upholstery with woven roses and vines all over it, the skirt was a simple soft silvery green silk that she could see was soft to the touch. Over the dress hung a winter cloak of the same upholstery as the corset and it was lined with white fur and the same green silk as the skirt.
Hermione pressed her face, red from the cold, against the gass of the window pane. "It's beautiful." She breathed. "I have to have it."
Ginny peered at the tag hanging from the dress. "Mia, it's really expensive."
"How expensive?"
"Two hundred and eighty galleons."
"Holy... but Merlin...it's gorgeous Gin!"
"Yeah, but neither you nor I have that much money." Ginny said quietly. "Just forget about it Mia. Let's go to the Three Broomsticks and have some butterbeer. I'm freezing!" Ginny had grabbed her arm and tugged her away from the window, but for the rest of the winter season, that dress had remained in Hermione's thoughts. But when the girls had passed through Hogsmede again in the spring, the dress was gone, and when Hermione had –against Ginny's wishes- asked the saleswoman where the dress had gone, she had calmly responded that it had been purchased around Christmas.
Flashback End
Hermione shook her head. "This is beyond impossible." She replaced the toys she had pulled out, even the dress and the cloak.
Draco was standing behind her. "No...no it's not..." He said quietly. "It all makes since now. Why he hated mother...why he hated me...why he always seemed the happiest when Christmas and your birthday came around...why he was always happy when you did something good..." He stared at her with a strange look.
Hermione stood and stared at her three new friends. "No! I won't accept that! It's not true!" She stood hastily from the floor and sprinted from the room.
Stopping at the wing doors she stared at the bronze handle. She reached out hesitantly and touched the cool knob...nothing...
What if he's lying...just to confuse you? Said the very illogical part of her mind.
Don't be stupid. Said the logical part. Why would he do that now after he's been so nice for the past couple of weeks
"Shut-up." She muttered to both sides.
Then she ran out the house without grabbing a cloak or changing her shoes.
She ran to the cliffs and took the rocky path down to the water.
She climbed over the rocks and boulders and stood on the largest one. After a while, she sat down and brought her knees to her chest and sat there thinking.
Lucius Malfoy... my father? But he was a death eater... one of the worst... This is horrible... What will Ron and Harry say? What will Ginny say? Why is this happening to me????
Slowly, the events of the past month started o play in her head. Her brother's sickness, her parents' deaths, moving to the manor, becoming friends with people she thought were self centered gits, and now this...
It was all too much to handle.
She let her face fall to her knees and began to sob.
Blaise Zabini scowled as he walked round the perimeter of the Malfoy land. Why did they have to send him outside? It had been getting increasingly foggy all day and he could feel the beginnings of a slight drizzle hitting his exposed face and neck.
Suddenly, the clouds seemed to part like the Red Sea and a torrent of rain fell on him.
"And my life is beginning to stink like roses." He mumbled. Where was that stupid Granger anyway?
He virtually started to ignore the rain and stopped at the cliffs. "She wouldn't have jumped..." But just to make sure, he peered over the edge of the cliff.
There, in the churning white water was something blue... Hermione's dress! He watched as the tail end of the dress disappeared under the water and didn't resurface.
Jumping into action, he raced to the path that led to the water and ran down the rocks, slipping and sliding every once and a while. He reached the rock farthest out into the water and called her name. "HERMIONE!"
"What?" The voice came from behind him and he spun around to get a better look at her.
She had done away with her dress, explaining its being in the water and her white shift that went under it clung to her skin. Her hair hung in sopping wet curls down her face and shoulders and her shoes and stockings were gone.. She was drenched from head to foot and looked like a drowned rat, a very breathtaking drowned rat, but a drowned rat nonetheless.
"What is it Zabini, what do you want?" She asked staring up at him through her sopping hair.
"I...I thought you had jumped." He said lamely.
"Well that's silly." She said struggling to stand. Her bare toes gripped the rock and she faced him wither arms crossed protectively over her chest. "I would never do something so foolish, even if I was faced with such life changing information as I have recently come into contact with."
Blaise stared at her dumbly and she stared back with a slight frown. "Zabini?"
Blaise, still captivated with her soaking features said nothing.
"Zabini are you there?" She asked again.
Still she got no answer.
"Blaise?"
Suddenly He blinked, once, twice, three times. "You...You said my name..."
Hermione gave him a smirk fit for a Slytherin. "Yeah, I did. You all right there? You kinda spazed on me."
Blaise shook his head and smiled. "Yeah I'm fine." He removed his heavy cloak and placed it around her shoulders. "You however, need to get warmed up and dressed in time for the ball. I'm afraid your hair is lost cause."
Hermione tugged the cloak close around her shoulders and shivered as she reached up to pat her hair. "No matter. I'll just wear it up with it straight..."
He escorted her back to the house where Draco, Rachel, Narcissa and Haven stood in the entrance hall looking worried.
"MIA!" As she walked into the hall, Haven attacked her with a tight hug around her waist. "I thought you'd died." He said tearfully.
He lifted him in her arms and hugged him tightly. "Haven, love, I wouldn't ever do hat to you. You know that right?"
He nodded and she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Good. Now, be a good boy and let Gretchen dress you for the patry." She indicated the young maid that stood just out of the family circle.
Gretchen curtsied. "Come along young Master, there is much to do."
Haven kissed Hermione's cheek and ran to Gretchen and then they were gone.
Hermione turned to the other occupants of the hall. "I'm sorry I frighten you all. I never meant to stay out so long."
Narcissa smiled. "It is understandable my dear." She beckoned to Hermione. "Come, there is something we must discuss. And we must get you into some warm clothes."
Hermione wrapped in Blaise's cloak accompanied Narcissa up the stairs and into her room. Narcissa sat on the large couch near the fireplace at one end of the room and Hermione sat opposite her in a large wing-backed chair. Blaise conjured a series of blankets and covered her with them all until she looked up at him with a scowl. "Blaise Zabini, are you trying to make me an early Christmas dinner?"
He looked confused for a moment. "No, of course not."
"Then quit it with the blankets, I'm roasting here!"
He smiled sheepishly and backed off. "Sorry."
Hermione's silent and often invisible maid Sarah suddenly appeared next to her and removed a few of the blankets. Then she was gone again, But Hermione could hear her bustling around getting her things ready for the ball.
Narcissa smiled at Blaise, and then at Rachel. "My dears, would you mind if I talked to just my son and Hermione for a moment?"
"Not at all dear aunt!" Rachel said standing and lugging Blaise from the room. The door shut behind them and Narcissa sighed.
"Mother? Are you all right?" Draco asked from where he was standing behind Hermione.
"Yes, I'm just fine." She smiled at the both of them. "You two. You both look so much like your father."
Hermione unconsciously shivered. "I don't know if I look all that much like him at all."
"Nonsense. Draco fetch me that mirror and that photograph of your father from the mantle piece." Narcissa said waving a hand in that direction.
When Draco gave her both of the frames she placed them in Hermione's lap. "Have a look." She said mysteriously.
Hermione frowned at Narcissa, convinced that the woman was certifiably insane, but looked into the mirror anyway to humor her.
Then she gasped. "Good lord..." She murmured. She brought both frames closer to her face and looked closer. The same high cheekbones and stately air in which they held themselves. The same placement of the eyes nose and mouth. Their bleeding ears were even the same. Except for the hair color (which had darkened to a medium brown in its present drenched state but was a dirty blonde dry) and the eye color (hers were her mothers honey brown and his a quicksilver gray), she was his female replica.
Hermione flipped around and studied Draco's face intently. If she thought about it, they could easily have been twins... Suddenly she spoke, "When's your birthday?" She demanded.
Draco looked a bit surprised. "September 22, 1980, why?"
Hermione's eyes widened. "That's impossible." She breathed. "I thought... I thought..." She looked at Narcissa quickly and said, "How?"
Narcissa was no longer smiling and she looked sad. "Lucius needed an heir. I wasn't able to give him one."
Hermione stood and the blankets and cloak fell away from her, but she didn't care. "How could you do that?"
Sarah immediately appeared and tried to throw a black silk dressing gown over Hermione's shoulders, but she moved just in time to miss it. Sarah clamored for the gown and tried again, and missed again.
Draco, who had averted his eyes spoke without looking at Hermione. "Pardon my asking, but do what?" He said.
Hermione whirled to face him. "Draco, you said your birthday is the twenty-second of September in 1980."
He nodded still not looking at her. "Yes."
"My birthday is the same day."
Now his gaze locked on her face. "What?"
Hermione started to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace heedless of her state of dress. Sarah trotted along beside her trying to give her the dressing gown, but Hermione was ignoring her.
"Don't you understand?" Hermione said. "You're not only my brother you're my twin. Mum and Lucius split us up because he needed an heir, but mum wanted to keep me and he wasn't going to take both f her children away at once." She froze and looked at him. "Think about it. All the animosity between us these past years could easily be translated as sibling rivalry." She shook her head with a contemplative look. "It's no wonder we're always head-to-head for the top position in classes... we could pass for mirror images if my hair was blonde and my eyes gray." She sat heavily on a low stood near the fireplace. "Wow." She shoved a hand through her tangled hair. "This is all very strange."
Sarah finally dropped the robe over Hermione's shoulders panting for breath. Then she shoved a fist through the air triumphantly and went back to getting Hermione's things together.
Draco fell into her vacated chair. "You said it."
Narcissa was smiling faintly again. "I do hope that you won't mind joining the family dear." She said to Hermione. "You are after all a Malfoy by rights."
Hermione frowned into her lap. The Lucius Malfoy outlined in her mother's diary was one so different from the one she'd known in her years in the wizarding world. Maybe he had changed. But no matter what had happened, she couldn't hold it against him- even if it was kind of bogus that he'd taken Draco and not her, she was so much more intelligent after all. She looked up at Narcissa with a smile. "I'd love to."
Narcissa clapped her hands happily. "Oh splendid! Now, the matter of introducing you into society can be easily taken care of, you will accompany Rachel tonight as she is introduced. It is only fitting."
Hermione frowned. "But won't everyone be opposed to me all-of-a-sudden showing up and claiming to be Lucius's daughter?"
"Not in the least." Narcissa said. "Everyone always did know that Draco wasn't Lucius's only off spring, no one knew just who it was though."
Hermione nodded slightly.
Narcissa smiled and turned to her side and picked up two boxes. She opened one and pulled out a large jewelry box. Then she turned back to Hermione smiling brightly. "This was what I wore when my parents introduced me to society." She said. She handed Hermione the box with a huge smile. "Go on, I'd like for you to have it."
Hermione accepted the box with a smile. "Thank you." She opened it slowly to reveal a tiara with sparkling diamonds. "Oh, it's beautiful! I couldn't possibly accept it!"
"Nonsense." Narcissa said. "I had planned to give it to my daughter, and you have always filled that role whether you knew it or not."
Hermione smiled again. "Thank you."
Several hours later, Hermione sat in her room completely dressed and ready, aside from the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.
Rachel was at the window watching the guests arrive. "Wow...There's so many people out there..."
Hermione squeaked and covered her face with her hands. "Oh lord..." She breathed.
"Are you alright?" Rachel said placing a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulder. "You don't have to do this you know..."
Hermione stood and fiddled with her tiara. "No, I do have to do this. I have to be string from the first right? Just because I'm a tad nervous doesn't mean anything, right?" She pushed her words out in one short breath. She sighed at Rachel who was back at the window, then turned to look in the full-length mirror.
Her dress robes that she'd purchased in Diagon Alley were beautiful to say the least. Neither she nor Rachel had been able to find anything that they'd liked and had their dresses custom designed and made by the boutique's designer.
Hermione's dress was strapless and simple. It was made of an elegant Chinese red silk with designs of fire birds all over it. The skirt fell around her legs silkily in layers of fabric, but it flowed like water around her ankles and if she did a spin it flared out around her for three and a half feet on either side. A small train extended from her waist and trailed behind her on the ground. Her hair was swept into a smooth bun in the center of the tiara and a few curls graced her hair line behind her ears and around the nape of her neck.
Rachel's dress was very Scarlet O'Harra, just without those hideous hoops. It was made of a deep purple chiffon which suited her naturally tanned skin quite nicely.
She tucked a flyaway curl back into the bun and made sure that it stayed, then she checked the mirror and smoothed out a crease over her knee and smiled apprehensively. "I..I think I can do this." She said softly.
"Good." Said a voice from the door, "Because it's your time to shine."
Hermione whirled around with a squeaky "What?!" And faced the boys at the door.
Draco looked slightly bored and Blaise looked excited. Hermione knew that Blaise, for the first time in two weeks, was going to see his five younger siblings, four of which were girls.
Draco shrugged. "Mother says that it's time to come down now." He looked slightly uncomfortable at the fact that he was still calling Narcissa "Mother" when she clearly was not. But he shrugged it off and nodded in the girls' direction. "Are you ready?"
"And how!" Rachel said excitedly latching onto Blaise's arm.
"I guess." Hermione said softly placing a hand in the cork of Draco's arm like Narcissa had taught her. They would go down the House Stairs, as the grand stair case was called, one couple on each side, then the boys would go into the ball room and Hermione and Rachel would enter together.
"You scared?" He asked her softly as they went down the hall."
"Yeah, kinda." She whispered. "But I-I'll be alright once I get down there." She took a deep breath and smiled shakily. "Thanks for worrying though...brother." She said smiling.
He chuckled. "You didn't seem as shocked as I thought you would about that... I mean, aside from running off and you know, tossing your clothes to the storm and coming back to the house in naught but your skivvies and Blaise's cloak-"
She stopped short and interrupted him. "Wait, you knew?"
He shook his head and stood just beside her. By now they were standing near the top of the stairs, but around a corner so they couldn't be seen from the foyer. Blaise and Rachel were standing just around the corner waiting for them.
"Yes, and no. Father told me that I had siblings, but I never would have thought that it was you." He looked out the window to his side and seemed thoughtful. "But I'm kind of glad that I'm not Narcissa's son...Her family is kind of strange..." Then her turned to her and wrapped her in a brotherly hug. "And I'm glad you're my sister too. Good luck tonight."
She hugged him back and smiled al nervousness gone. "Thank you Draco."
"No problem." He took her arm again. "Now, are you ready sister dear?"
"As I'll ever be..." She said softly.
Then they were down the staircase and at the door faster that Hermione could think.
"Good luck." Blaise whispered to her. Then they had slipped through the door and were gone.
Hermione could hear the house elf at the door shushing the crowd in the room.
"Ready?" She asked Rachel who suddenly looked ill.
"I have to be, don't I?"
Then the majestic double doors suddenly swung open and both girls glided into the room, paused at the top of the staircase, then walked slowly and gracefully down the short flight of stairs into the ball room.
Narcissa stood near the bottom of the stair case and she magically magnified her voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce my niece, Miss, Rachel Anne Caddo."
Rachel gave the crowd a graceful curtsey and a decent smile.
Then the crowd went quiet again, though there were a few whispers that could be heard. "Who is that other girl with Rachel?" "Why is she wearing Narcissa's tiara?" "Who is she?"
Narcissa smiled. "And also introducing, the long awaited, Miss Hermione Rose Malfoy."
Hermione dropped into a graceful curtsey and gave the crowd a brilliant smile as she straightened. Everyone clapped for her too and she could have sworn that she'd heard her brothers and Blaise whistling somewhere in the room.
Then a waltz started up and Draco was at her side in an instant.
"May I have this dance my Lady?" He said with a false French accent.
"Yes, of course." She said with a superior tone. She gave him a small curtsey and offered him her hand. Then he twirled her off onto the dance floor.
Narcissa stood and watched them with a happy motherly air. She held onto Haven's hand so he wouldn't go wandering into the punch in his white suit. He was the perfect counter part or her brilliant white ensemble.
Her smile faltered a bit when a voice was heard suddenly near her side.
"Good evening Narcissa dear." Said a simpering voice.
She turned and faced a rather heavy-set woman with thick arms and legs who was dripping in jewelry. Her robes were quite tacky and her makeup made her look like a clown. She gave her a rather forced smile. "Why, Lady Parkinson, I wasn't aware that you were still in the country."
Pat Parkinson's face contorted into a frown, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.
Narcissa knew that it was a low blow for her to address Dick Parkinson's impending arrest, but she could not stand the woman or her disgusting daughter.
"Oh dear, dear Aunt Narcissa!"
Speak of the bloody devil. She thought. But she turned an even more forced smile upon Pansy Parkinson. "Hello child." She said.
"Who is this little one?" Pansy whined looking at Haven and trying to hug him.
He evaded her and clung to Narcissa who picked him up, he was, after all, quite small for his age, rather the size of a two year old. He rested his head on her shoulder and hid his face in her neck.
"His name is Haven Malfoy." Narcissa said. "He is Rose's brother." They had agreed to cal Hermione by her middle name until someone recognized her. Hermione had thought it would be quite fun to see everyone's reactions when they found out who she was.
"He is just precious!" Simpered Pat.
"I say," Said a new voice. "She looks just like her father, but she has her mother's hair and eyes."
Narcissa turned wearily to this new person, then smiled brightly.
Seraph Zabini was, without a doubt, Narcissa's closest friend in the world. They had grown up together, suffered through pregnancies together, and suffered through marriages together. She had been sorted into Slytherin, while Narcissa and Helen had been sorted into Gryffindor.
They embraced around the children in their arms and smiled at each other, both disagreeable Parkinsons completely forgotten.
A cluster of small children swarmed around Seraph's legs and Narcissa knew each of them by name. "Hello my darlings." She said bending to embrace them all at once.
There were two variations of hair color in all of the Zabini offspring: raven black and chestnut brown. The youngest at five months, Persephone, would have her mother's chestnut waves and brilliant blue eyes. Next was the haughty two-year-old Althea who again took after her mother. Following her were the twins, Leah, who, at five years old, was an exact (female) replica of her father with her black hair and violet eyes and Theodore who had his mother's blue eyes and chestnut hair, but his fathers air and love of horses. Narcissa addressed them all, and introduced them to Haven. Theodore gave Haven a scrutinizing look and seemed to accept him.
Then she straightened and looked the oldest Zabini girl in the eye.
Evan Rachel Zabini at sixteen, was most often shy and quiet, choosing to hide behind her thick and long veil of chestnut hair. But her violet eyes sparkled with mischief and Narcissa was sure that the moment her back was turned, Evan's skirts would be hitched up around her knees and she'd be riding the stables wildest horse through the garden maze at a break neck pace. It wasn't that anyone doubted Evan's ability to handle Thunder, I was just unladylike. In fact, the entire Zabini clan were horse people. It was a fond saying that each of the children was born on a different horse.
At any rate, Evan smiled and gave Narcissa a graceful curtsey. "Aunt." She said softly, her voice just the right volume.
"Evan my dear, you have grown into a woman and I was not there to see it!" Narcissa said embracing her. "Blaise will be pleased to see you."
"Where is he?" Evan asked excitedly, breaking her concentration on her manners. Her Italian accent was light, but could be heard just the same.
Narcissa smiled. "But I see that there is some work yet to be done..."
Evan blushed and curtseyed. "I beg the sincerest apologies." She sad softly.
Narcissa smiled and gestured towards the window with her hand. "Last I saw he was over there with your cousins."
Evan quickly thanked her and walked away with the whole troupe in tow including Haven.
Hermione was in the middle of the dance floor with Draco. They'd been talking quite companionably for several minutes about their futures as siblings when a light tap on Draco's shoulder had them pausing.
"May I cut in?" Asked a familiar voice.
Hermione peered around her newly found brother in surprise. "Edward? Edward!" She flung herself into his arms for a nice hug. Then remembering herself, she stepped back and gave him a little curtsey. "Edward Richter, would like for you to meet my brother, Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, our cousin Edward Richter."
Edward frowned at her. "Brother?"
"I'll explain it as we dance." She said grabbing his arm. "Bye Draco!"
He gave a bow and she a curtsey.
Minutes later She was dancing with Edward who was nodding in comprehension. "Ok, I get it now." He said as she finished telling him about the past few weeks. "Really, your mum got pregnant with you before she married Uncle Richard and your brother and you were separated at birth because your father needed an heir. Said father was forced to marry a woman he didn't love because of undisclosed reasons. Then years later, your mum and your dad meet up while she's shopping with you in Diagon Alley and a week later she finds out that she's pregnant with Haven. Wow."
"You can say that again." She said. "But surprisingly, I didn't take it as bad as I should have. Somehow I always knew that Richard Granger was never my father. We were just too different in looks and manners that it would have been impossible."
An hour later Draco, Evan, Blaise, Hermione, Rachel, and Edward were standing off to the side of the dance floor when they were approached by Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh Draco, dear." She simpered glaring at Evan. "I am disgusted to realize that your sister is no one but the mudblood. How could you be so fooled." She said with a disgusted glance in Hermione's direction. "Your mother even let her wear her tiara. What would Lucius say?"
Draco had frozen. He was sure that ice was flowing through his veins instead of blood. "What did you say?" He said with no little hidden fury.
Pansy, seeming not to notice Draco's state of anger continued. "What's she even doing here? Do you hear that mudblood? You don't belong here."
But to her surprise, Hermione hadn't even blinked. She kept right on with her conversation with Evan and Edward about the new thoroughbred in the stables, Rusty.
Draco stood in front of Pansy who suddenly seemed aware of his anger. "Get out." He said softly with his anger barely controlled. "Get out before do something rash."
She gaped at him for a moment before turning on he heel and flouncing away.
Draco tuned back to the grup with his features schooled into place.
Blaise frowned at him. "You alright mate?"
"I'm fine." He said calmly. Then he gave Evan a deep bow, "My lady, would you do me the honor of this dance?"
She curtseyed and they were off.
Then Edward asked Rachel to dance and they were gone too.
Blaise looked at Hermione debating whether or not to ask her to dance. Finally he bowed low in front of her. "My lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
"I would be obliged." Hermione said with a brilliant smile."
Then they too were off.
Hermione felt different in Blaise's arms than in anyone else's. It was like she belonged there, like she fit there perfectly, like they were two pieces of a puzzle once lost and low found. It was an incredible feeling and when the end of the song came, she was sorry to let him go. She curtseyed deeply as he bowed and as they straightened their eyes caught.
Hermione was entranced by his eyes. They were such a beautiful violet... She could just see them beneath the masses of thick black hair that hung in his eyes sexily.
Wait SEXY??? BLAISE?? Oh heck, why not? She smiled at him and he smiled back.
She was amazed at what she could read in his eyes. Friendship, hope, confusion, fear, and dare I say it... ... ... ...love?
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A/N: Ok, this chapter kinda sucked, but the story's going right along, so bear with me folks. If i made any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out.
In regards to my choice of plot line, please, refrain from flaming, anything hotter tat the lightblub in the lap on my desk will be used to light a fire under your ass. Don't doubt me. I'm tired and im dangerous...
I will probably try and update sometime next week if I can get my hands on my father's laptop, but i doubt it...
A/N2: OK, I know that I kinda skipped the trip to Diagon Alley and London, but that's for next time.... and I'm exhausted. It's like 1am, and though it's not unusual for me to stay up this late reading and writing, one can only endure so many days of this before...well... I dunno...
Next Ginny chapter: The Weasleys come for a visit... uh oh...
Next Hermione chapter: The girls go for a shopping spree in Diagon Alley and muggle London and the boys go buck wild on a couple of bucking broncos.
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