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The New Prophecy
Chapter 4- Feelings for the enemy, Hogsmead
A little over a month had gone by since the once "Golden-Trio"'s encounter in the hall. Both parties had done a pretty good job at avoiding each other. Though Harry and Ron really wanted to talk to Hermione, they felt it best not to incur her wrath. The same could not be said for Draco, however.
He and Hermione had their fair amount of fighting going on. But one time Draco went a little too far and called Hermione a mudblood. It was an accident, but his slip of tongue landed him in the hospital for three weeks.
On Friday morning, October 15, at breakfast Hermione was sitting with her friends, reveling in the fact that they liked her for her, when Dumbledore made an announcement.
"This Halloween there will be a Halloween Dance. Students will wear costumes. It will start at 8:00 p.m. and end at midnight. Now, tuck in!"
The hall was filled with the buzz of excited whispers as Dumbledore finished his announcement. Hermione, Pansy, and all her other friends decided to go to Hogsmead on Saturday to get their costumes. The only thing to do now was find a man to go to the dance with.
That afternoon, in Potions, Harry and Ron were talking about Hermione (again), and the dance. It was then that Ron revealed a shocking secret to Harry.
"So are you gonna take Lavender to the dance, mate?" Harry enquired.
"Well... yeah... I guess. That is if the person I wanna take is well... taken,"Ron said dejectedly.
"Another person? Who?"
"Well... uh... it's... uh..."
"Oh, come on mate! Don't leave me in the dark!"
"::sigh::... it's... Her... Hermione," Ron confessed in a whisper.
"What?!" Harry whispered angrily.
"I know... I know...It's just that I haven't gotten over her yet. And now look at her. She's beautiful and smart. Can't get much better than that can you?"
"Can't argue there. But you know what she said."
"Yeah. I know."
"It'll be okay. Maybe you can ask her to dance. I'm sure she'll be happy 'cause of the holiday."
"Maybe."
And with that the bell rang. Ron watched Hermione leave with her friends and gave a little defeated sigh. He soon left with Harry towards the Gryffindor common room.
That night, after dinner, Hermione was walking past the Great Hall with her Windrider 6000 (she learned to like flying and was incredibly good at Quidditch) when a certain Blaze Zabini called her name. She saw him and smiled.
"Yes?" she asked sweetly.
"Hey. I was wondering... would you like to go to the dance with me?"
She smiled her best smile and replied, "Of course."
"Alright. I'll meet you at your room around 7:45."
"Okay. See ya then."
"See ya." Before he left he gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek; she smiled and blushed. Then he walked off. Hermione touched her cheek, smiled, then walked off to the Quidditch pitch.
Ron, who had seen the encounter from the shadows, stepped out from behind to column he had been using to hide. He looked in the direction in which Hermione had gone off, then the one Blaze took. He ran after Blaze. When he caught up he called out.
"Oi! Zabini!"
"What do you want Weasel?"
"I wanted to tell you that if you do anything to hurt Hermione I'll..."
"You'll what? You don't scare me you pathetic waste of space. In fact... I'm sure that you still like her" Ron blushed. "Ah ha... ha ha... that's rich. It'll never happen. Not even in your dreams. Now scram before I start to spread the word that..."
Blaze didn't even have to finish his threat before Ron ran off.
'Hmm,' he thought. 'I might have to tell Draco about this. I know that he likes Hermione, he just doesn't want to admit it. That's why I asked her to the dance. Get 'em jealous. Anyway... we need a new chaser for the team. And if the Weasel likes her it might make it hard for him to stop her. That's an advantage for us...'
Outside, Hermione was flying around the pitch. She had been practicing all summer and was quite good. She was just sitting in the air for a while when someone spoke to her.
"What the hell are you doing here, Riddle?" Draco asked.
"None of your damn business, Malfoy," she responded.
"Well... seein as I'm Quidditch captain, and you were doin some damn good ridin... I'll make it my business."
"You watched me?"
"Yeah. Couldn't help it. But don't flatter yourself. You were good."
"Thanks... I guess."
"Don't mention it. Really. Don't mention it."
"Yeah. Whatever."
After that, Hermione flew to her balcony. Draco watched her go, then went to practicing.
The next morning, Blaze told Draco about what he learned about Ron the other day.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked, feeling quite happy because he could use this new found information to his advantage.
"I'm positive," Blaze answered.
"Hmm. We do need a new chaser... she'd be perfect. The Weasel wouldn't want to upset her now..."
"It's perfect. I'll tell her about the tryouts on the Saturday after Halloween."
"Alright. This year, Gryffindor's goin down."
Meanwhile, in Hogsmead, Hermione and her friends were shopping for their costumes for the dance. Right now they were in the Three Broomsticks having a butterbeer. The table was filled with the chatter of school, their costumes, and of course, dates.
"So Pansy," Hermione inquired, "who asked you to the dance?"
"Well, my Drakey finally came around and asked me," she squealed with delight. "So Hermione, Who asked you to the dance?"
"The one and only Harry Potter," she replied sarcastically. "I already told you guys about a hundred times. Blaze asked me. I'm so happy. He's so hot!"
"Not as hot as Drakey," Pansy snapped back.
The girls all shared a laugh. Just then, Harry and Ron walked in. Ron looked over and saw Hermione. His eyes held a look of longing. As her looked at Hermione, she turned her head and caught him staring at her.
"Oh bugger," she sighed. "Come on guys. Let's go." She didn't like the way Ron was looking at her. As they walked by Ron and Harry, they all shot glares at each boy. Hermione's was by far the coldest.
When Hermione got back to room that night, it was around midnight (Head duties and hangin with her friends). She thought now would be a good time to go to sleep. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought of the dance that rapidly approaching. A faint smile could be seen on her face as she slept.
A/N: Done with another one! Please review. Let me know what you think. Questions, comments, let me know. Until next time. "All this does not fit in my pants." a quote by my dear friend Tracy. Love ya girl!