The weeks at Hogwarts seemed to fly past. Before anyone realised, the
Yule ball was only a week away. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the common
room one day, working on homework.
"I really hate Potions," Ron said, breaking his quill in half. They'd been writing essays for Snape. Hermione had a good foot more than Harry, and about two feet more than Ron.
"Say, Hermione, have you got a date to the Yule Ball yet?" Harry asked. Hermione shrugged.
"What's it to you, Harry?" Hermione asked bitterly, remembering last year how she'd been a last resort for her friends.
"I was going to ask you, if you didn't already have someone to go with," he told her. She shrugged again.
"I guess if you can't find anyone better," she retorted. Harry winced.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"You wouldn't understand, Ron," Hermione snapped. She slammed a potions book closed. "Well, I'm finished," she announced. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione headed up to her dorm.
"What's with her?" Ron asked Harry. Harry shrugged.
"She's been awfully sensitive ever since you met Sorcha. I think it has to do with Sorcha's beauty spell," Harry explained. Ron shrugged.
"It's not like Hermione to carry a grudge this long," Ron pondered.
"Then she's probably really upset," Ginny suggested, joining Harry and her brother by the fire.
"Probably," Harry agreed.
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"So, do you have your dress for the Ball?" Sorcha asked her sister. Breena nodded.
"And you?" she asked. Sorcha smiled.
"Yes," she told her sister. Breena couldn't help but feel a little upset that they hadn't gone dress shopping together. They were so separate now, it was almost as if they weren't twins at all. The idea made her shudder involuntarily. "So how is Draco?" Sorcha asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Oh, he's good. He's so amazing, Sorch, I keep thinking maybe, this seems silly, but maybe he's the one I want to lose it to," Breena admitted to her sister, feeling childish, but still happy at the same time. Sorcha went sort of pale.
"You mean you and Draco haven't? Oh, I thought you had by now," Sorcha was shocked. Breena's eyes clouded.
"Why does that come as a surprise to you, sister dear?" Breena asked, barely able to get the words out. Something inside her told her she wasn't being told the whole story.
"I just figured you had, I mean, Draco seems like the kind of guy who would.I don't know. I mean, Ron and I-"
"You and Ron what?" Breena interrupted. She was completely furious now. "You didn't!"
"I thought you already had, I didn't see the harm, really," Sorcha explained. "Breena, I love Ron, and he loves me, there's nothing wrong with it!" Breena burst into tears hearing her sister's words.
"You thought I had so you didn't see the harm? What do I have to do with any of this?" Breena asked.
"I just figured you'd want to be first," Sorcha shrugged. "I don't know what gave me that idea, I guess its silly."
"Oh Sorcha," was all Breena could manage. Sorcha hugged her sister. "Don't think about me and what I want anymore, just do what your heart tells you," Breena instructed. "Promise me," she begged.
"I promise," Sorcha said, "but only if you do the same."
"I will," Breena agreed.
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"Perfect," Pansy pronounced. She had just done Hermione's hair, nails, and makeup for the Yule Ball. "Now hurry and get dressed," Pansy ordered. Hermione gave Pansy a hug and said thank you before the two rushed back to their dorms.
Hermione dashed to her room and quickly slid into her dress robes. They were a snugly fitting maroon color that complimented her chestnut hair.
"Hermione, you look wonderful," Sorcha complimented. Sorcha was wearing royal-blue robes.
"So do you, Sorcha," Hermione replied. The two girls headed down to meet their dates.
Meanwhile, all the girls in Breena's room were fussing over her. She'd opted to curl her hair in soft ringlets and wear the tiniest hint of makeup. Her dress robes were a deep magenta. Finally her roommates deemed her ready, and she headed down the stairs to the common room.
Draco drew a sharp breath when she entered the room. Her beauty astounded him.
"You are beyond incredible," he whispered to her. She smiled.
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The Great Hall was every bit as breathtaking as it had been the previous year. The stars hung lower on the ceiling and shimmered gently. The circular tables were covered with silver tablecloths and matching silver candles hovered delicately just above the tables.
Draco escorted Breena to one of the tables and they sat down. Before their dinner appeared, Draco handed Breena a small gift-wrapped box.
"What's this?" She asked, her eyes full of questions.
"A Christmas present," he told her, "open it and find out!" He instructed. She opened the box to find a thin silver chain with a heart on it. In the middle of the heart was a tiny diamond.
"Draco, it's incredible," Breena breathed, barely able to speak. He took it out of the box and put it around her neck, kissing her cheek as he did so.
"It pales in comparison to you," he whispered before sitting down.
Dinner appeared on their table, and they ate until they were full. The band started playing and the tables disappeared as everyone stood up to dance.
Hermione and Harry sat at their table and watched everyone dancing. Hermione watched Pansy, who never took her eyes off Draco.
"Poor Pansy," Hermione thought out loud.
"What?" Harry asked, turning to look at her.
"I'm sorry, I was thinking out loud," Hermione apologized. Harry shrugged, but wondered what she had meant. "Let's dance, Harry."
"If you insist," He sighed. Hermione rolled her eyes and drug him out to the dance floor.
As Draco and Breena danced past her, Pansy pretended to be very happy dancing with her partner, someone Breena didn't recognize. Pansy was singing to him though, which Breena found incredibly strange, considering the song was an old muggle song - Unforgettable, by Nat King Cole. She pushed it from her mind, and the more she listened to the song, the more she felt the song applied to her and Draco. That song was the last song of the night, and Draco kissed her as it came to an end. "Let's get out of here," he whispered to her, taking her hand.
"I really hate Potions," Ron said, breaking his quill in half. They'd been writing essays for Snape. Hermione had a good foot more than Harry, and about two feet more than Ron.
"Say, Hermione, have you got a date to the Yule Ball yet?" Harry asked. Hermione shrugged.
"What's it to you, Harry?" Hermione asked bitterly, remembering last year how she'd been a last resort for her friends.
"I was going to ask you, if you didn't already have someone to go with," he told her. She shrugged again.
"I guess if you can't find anyone better," she retorted. Harry winced.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"You wouldn't understand, Ron," Hermione snapped. She slammed a potions book closed. "Well, I'm finished," she announced. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione headed up to her dorm.
"What's with her?" Ron asked Harry. Harry shrugged.
"She's been awfully sensitive ever since you met Sorcha. I think it has to do with Sorcha's beauty spell," Harry explained. Ron shrugged.
"It's not like Hermione to carry a grudge this long," Ron pondered.
"Then she's probably really upset," Ginny suggested, joining Harry and her brother by the fire.
"Probably," Harry agreed.
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"So, do you have your dress for the Ball?" Sorcha asked her sister. Breena nodded.
"And you?" she asked. Sorcha smiled.
"Yes," she told her sister. Breena couldn't help but feel a little upset that they hadn't gone dress shopping together. They were so separate now, it was almost as if they weren't twins at all. The idea made her shudder involuntarily. "So how is Draco?" Sorcha asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Oh, he's good. He's so amazing, Sorch, I keep thinking maybe, this seems silly, but maybe he's the one I want to lose it to," Breena admitted to her sister, feeling childish, but still happy at the same time. Sorcha went sort of pale.
"You mean you and Draco haven't? Oh, I thought you had by now," Sorcha was shocked. Breena's eyes clouded.
"Why does that come as a surprise to you, sister dear?" Breena asked, barely able to get the words out. Something inside her told her she wasn't being told the whole story.
"I just figured you had, I mean, Draco seems like the kind of guy who would.I don't know. I mean, Ron and I-"
"You and Ron what?" Breena interrupted. She was completely furious now. "You didn't!"
"I thought you already had, I didn't see the harm, really," Sorcha explained. "Breena, I love Ron, and he loves me, there's nothing wrong with it!" Breena burst into tears hearing her sister's words.
"You thought I had so you didn't see the harm? What do I have to do with any of this?" Breena asked.
"I just figured you'd want to be first," Sorcha shrugged. "I don't know what gave me that idea, I guess its silly."
"Oh Sorcha," was all Breena could manage. Sorcha hugged her sister. "Don't think about me and what I want anymore, just do what your heart tells you," Breena instructed. "Promise me," she begged.
"I promise," Sorcha said, "but only if you do the same."
"I will," Breena agreed.
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"Perfect," Pansy pronounced. She had just done Hermione's hair, nails, and makeup for the Yule Ball. "Now hurry and get dressed," Pansy ordered. Hermione gave Pansy a hug and said thank you before the two rushed back to their dorms.
Hermione dashed to her room and quickly slid into her dress robes. They were a snugly fitting maroon color that complimented her chestnut hair.
"Hermione, you look wonderful," Sorcha complimented. Sorcha was wearing royal-blue robes.
"So do you, Sorcha," Hermione replied. The two girls headed down to meet their dates.
Meanwhile, all the girls in Breena's room were fussing over her. She'd opted to curl her hair in soft ringlets and wear the tiniest hint of makeup. Her dress robes were a deep magenta. Finally her roommates deemed her ready, and she headed down the stairs to the common room.
Draco drew a sharp breath when she entered the room. Her beauty astounded him.
"You are beyond incredible," he whispered to her. She smiled.
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The Great Hall was every bit as breathtaking as it had been the previous year. The stars hung lower on the ceiling and shimmered gently. The circular tables were covered with silver tablecloths and matching silver candles hovered delicately just above the tables.
Draco escorted Breena to one of the tables and they sat down. Before their dinner appeared, Draco handed Breena a small gift-wrapped box.
"What's this?" She asked, her eyes full of questions.
"A Christmas present," he told her, "open it and find out!" He instructed. She opened the box to find a thin silver chain with a heart on it. In the middle of the heart was a tiny diamond.
"Draco, it's incredible," Breena breathed, barely able to speak. He took it out of the box and put it around her neck, kissing her cheek as he did so.
"It pales in comparison to you," he whispered before sitting down.
Dinner appeared on their table, and they ate until they were full. The band started playing and the tables disappeared as everyone stood up to dance.
Hermione and Harry sat at their table and watched everyone dancing. Hermione watched Pansy, who never took her eyes off Draco.
"Poor Pansy," Hermione thought out loud.
"What?" Harry asked, turning to look at her.
"I'm sorry, I was thinking out loud," Hermione apologized. Harry shrugged, but wondered what she had meant. "Let's dance, Harry."
"If you insist," He sighed. Hermione rolled her eyes and drug him out to the dance floor.
As Draco and Breena danced past her, Pansy pretended to be very happy dancing with her partner, someone Breena didn't recognize. Pansy was singing to him though, which Breena found incredibly strange, considering the song was an old muggle song - Unforgettable, by Nat King Cole. She pushed it from her mind, and the more she listened to the song, the more she felt the song applied to her and Draco. That song was the last song of the night, and Draco kissed her as it came to an end. "Let's get out of here," he whispered to her, taking her hand.