Hey! Sorry this has taken so long! This story is going to be so much
fun to write! Oh I can't wait! Here it goes!
Hermione walked into the Great Hall. It was early in the morning, so naturally breakfast was being served. "Good morning." She said as she took a seat across from Ron and Harry.
"Good morning." Replied Harry. Hermione sat, anxiously waiting to see if Ron would reply.
"'Morning." Replied Ron in an irritated and forced tone. He was still mad at her. Hermione looked at him. "What?" Ron glared at her angrily.
Harry rolled his eyes. So much for his idea of peace after they admitted their feelings. If anything, their fights were worse! "Do you two have to fight everyday?"
Ron immediately threw the blame Hermione's direction. "Ask her, she's the one who started it!"
"I'm the one who started it? If you weren't such a selfish git maybe you'd realize you were the who—"
"—I did not!"
"Do you even remember what we're fighting about?" asked Hermione. Ron didn't answer.
"That's it! Let me know when you two are done." Said Harry standing up and walking out of the Great Hall.
Hermione began to silently pick at her food. "Well?" said Ron.
Hermione looked up to see an impatient Ron staring at her. "Well what?"
"Well are you going to leave, or do I have to?" he said coldly. Hermione was outraged! What the hell was his problem?
Hermione stood up. "Gosh Ron! You are such a heartless—stupid—oh why am I even dating you?"
Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall while Ron merely went back to his food, seemingly untouched by Hermione's words as she raced back to her dormitory.
"Gosh he's an idiot!" thought Hermione. "I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
"Canary Puff!" said Hermione as she approached the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Is something wrong dear?" asked the Fat Lady out of concern for the girl.
"CANARY PUFF!" she shouted at the old painting.
"Alright! Alright! Just trying to help." The picture swung to the side allowing Hermione inside. She barely held her tears as she raced up to her dormitory, slamming the door behind her.
Hermione threw herself on her bed and immediately began to sob. "Why? Why does he have to be so mean to me? He's such—a stupid—git!" said Hermione, punching her pillow with each word. "I hate him! I hate him!!" Teardrops fell on to her pillow. He was heartless to treat he like that. He had never been that mean before they were dating. Oh she never should have agreed to be his girlfriend! That's when it had all started! Oh she was miserable. What had happened to the old Ron?
Hermione closed her eyes...
She was in a castle, a castle tower in fact, crying and looking longingly out the window to a land far away. Was there a building, or even another castle out there? Or was it just a mirage? Whatever it was, she had the strongest desire she had ever felt in her life to go there, to be there.
"Hello." Came a soft voice behind her. She turned around. A young man who seemed to be her age stood at her door. "The Ball is about to begin."
"The Ball?"
"Yes," said the young man with soft brown hair. "Are you ready?"
Hermione looked down at her cloths. She was dressed in a beautiful deep purple gown; her shoes were golden. "Yes, I suppose." She replied in a bit of a daze.
"Well, let us leave. We wouldn't want to be late." The boy held out his hand. Hermione casually took it and the two began to descend the large spiral staircase.
After what seemed like hours, they reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into a beautiful grand ballroom. Hermione looked about in awe. Great chandeliers hung from the ceiling; large extravagant white columns were placed about, creating a large inner circle for dancing. The room seemed to be miles wide, but Hermione could still see every inch of it. In the far left corner a group of musicians sat. They looked over at her and at once began a beautiful melody.
The boy appeared to the right in front of her. He, along with she and everyone else in the room, were now wearing masks. "Would you care to dance?" he asked politely, once again holding out his hand. She nodded slightly and took his hand. The boy led her out onto the dance floor.
The dancing was not as it was at the Yule Ball. It was like that of the play Romeo and Juliet, hand to hand. In fact, now that she thought of it, the whole place reminded her of that play, the masks, the mysterious boy, everything, but she was too entranced to care.
They placed the palms of their right hands together and went around each other in a circle. "Who are you?" asked Hermione.
"We have met but only just."
"How have we met if I do not recognize you?" asked Hermione as they
switched hands and direction. "Have we met casually? Formally? How do I
know you?"
"You know me, but not as you should."
"Then how should I know you?"
"Let the night live on and one shall see."
They continued to dance, the song never seeming to end. They went around in circles countless times; the whole while Hermione was stealing soft glances at the handsome boy who would smile sweetly at her each time.
The song seemed to end, though the musicians played on. Everyone around the two began to clap, but Hermione wasn't exactly sure why. Through the applause she could scarcely hear the boy speak, "Would you like to go outside?" Hermione nodded and they began to make their way through the very large crowd.
The fellow guests at the ball continued clapping the whole way out of the ballroom. It was not until they reached the balcony that they heard the crowd stop, and the music begin once more.
The balcony was white with green vegetation grown about it. There were two doors from which you could enter the balcony and in between the two doors was a large beautiful fountain in the shape of a large pot; the fountain was the same color as the balcony.
They proceeded to the rail and began to gaze at the stars. The moon was extremely bright that night, and quite a size bigger than usual. They were silent for a moment; the only sound heard was the music in the ballroom. "The stars are beautiful tonight." Said the boy. Hermione had been so use to the silence that she was at first startled.
How was it this boy was complimenting her so, while he still kept his name a secret? "How should I know you?" she asked.
The boy looked over at her. "What do you mean?"
"Earlier you said if I let the night live on I should see how you believe I should know you. I have let it live, and still I do not know the answer to my question."
The boy turned to face her. "Would you really like to know?" Hermione nodded. He paused, not saying a word, but looking her in the eyes. "This is how." He said, picking up her hands, leaning in, and kissing her.
Hermione looked at him with an expression near shock. He had kissed her. Then suddenly the loud ringing of a clock echoed throughout the land, thought where the clock was, she did not know. The boy looked to Hermione's left, and then back at her. "I must go." He said letting go of her hands and taking a step towards the door on the right of the fountain.
"Wait!" said Hermione.
"Farewell!" he called, reaching out to her with his right arm. "We will meet again, I can promise you that." A fog appeared out of nowhere and overtook the boy.
The fog cleared at the last chime of the clock and he disappeared. "Hello?" she said. No one answered. The music was not even playing inside the ballroom. She walked back inside to see if the boy had gone in there, but he hadn't. In fact the whole ballroom was empty now. Not a soul remained; the only trace of one where the instruments that had been left behind.
It doesn't have to make sense; it's a dream! I so desperately wanted to end it with Hermione picking up a violin and playing it alone in the ballroom, but that would have been really random, and not too mention quite odd. I definitely think that was longer than before. (I'm working on making my chapters longer.) Anyway, more to come if you enjoyed this! The end will be awesome! Thanks for reading!
Hermione walked into the Great Hall. It was early in the morning, so naturally breakfast was being served. "Good morning." She said as she took a seat across from Ron and Harry.
"Good morning." Replied Harry. Hermione sat, anxiously waiting to see if Ron would reply.
"'Morning." Replied Ron in an irritated and forced tone. He was still mad at her. Hermione looked at him. "What?" Ron glared at her angrily.
Harry rolled his eyes. So much for his idea of peace after they admitted their feelings. If anything, their fights were worse! "Do you two have to fight everyday?"
Ron immediately threw the blame Hermione's direction. "Ask her, she's the one who started it!"
"I'm the one who started it? If you weren't such a selfish git maybe you'd realize you were the who—"
"—I did not!"
"Do you even remember what we're fighting about?" asked Hermione. Ron didn't answer.
"That's it! Let me know when you two are done." Said Harry standing up and walking out of the Great Hall.
Hermione began to silently pick at her food. "Well?" said Ron.
Hermione looked up to see an impatient Ron staring at her. "Well what?"
"Well are you going to leave, or do I have to?" he said coldly. Hermione was outraged! What the hell was his problem?
Hermione stood up. "Gosh Ron! You are such a heartless—stupid—oh why am I even dating you?"
Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall while Ron merely went back to his food, seemingly untouched by Hermione's words as she raced back to her dormitory.
"Gosh he's an idiot!" thought Hermione. "I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
"Canary Puff!" said Hermione as she approached the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Is something wrong dear?" asked the Fat Lady out of concern for the girl.
"CANARY PUFF!" she shouted at the old painting.
"Alright! Alright! Just trying to help." The picture swung to the side allowing Hermione inside. She barely held her tears as she raced up to her dormitory, slamming the door behind her.
Hermione threw herself on her bed and immediately began to sob. "Why? Why does he have to be so mean to me? He's such—a stupid—git!" said Hermione, punching her pillow with each word. "I hate him! I hate him!!" Teardrops fell on to her pillow. He was heartless to treat he like that. He had never been that mean before they were dating. Oh she never should have agreed to be his girlfriend! That's when it had all started! Oh she was miserable. What had happened to the old Ron?
Hermione closed her eyes...
She was in a castle, a castle tower in fact, crying and looking longingly out the window to a land far away. Was there a building, or even another castle out there? Or was it just a mirage? Whatever it was, she had the strongest desire she had ever felt in her life to go there, to be there.
"Hello." Came a soft voice behind her. She turned around. A young man who seemed to be her age stood at her door. "The Ball is about to begin."
"The Ball?"
"Yes," said the young man with soft brown hair. "Are you ready?"
Hermione looked down at her cloths. She was dressed in a beautiful deep purple gown; her shoes were golden. "Yes, I suppose." She replied in a bit of a daze.
"Well, let us leave. We wouldn't want to be late." The boy held out his hand. Hermione casually took it and the two began to descend the large spiral staircase.
After what seemed like hours, they reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into a beautiful grand ballroom. Hermione looked about in awe. Great chandeliers hung from the ceiling; large extravagant white columns were placed about, creating a large inner circle for dancing. The room seemed to be miles wide, but Hermione could still see every inch of it. In the far left corner a group of musicians sat. They looked over at her and at once began a beautiful melody.
The boy appeared to the right in front of her. He, along with she and everyone else in the room, were now wearing masks. "Would you care to dance?" he asked politely, once again holding out his hand. She nodded slightly and took his hand. The boy led her out onto the dance floor.
The dancing was not as it was at the Yule Ball. It was like that of the play Romeo and Juliet, hand to hand. In fact, now that she thought of it, the whole place reminded her of that play, the masks, the mysterious boy, everything, but she was too entranced to care.
They placed the palms of their right hands together and went around each other in a circle. "Who are you?" asked Hermione.
"We have met but only just."
"How have we met if I do not recognize you?" asked Hermione as they
switched hands and direction. "Have we met casually? Formally? How do I
know you?"
"You know me, but not as you should."
"Then how should I know you?"
"Let the night live on and one shall see."
They continued to dance, the song never seeming to end. They went around in circles countless times; the whole while Hermione was stealing soft glances at the handsome boy who would smile sweetly at her each time.
The song seemed to end, though the musicians played on. Everyone around the two began to clap, but Hermione wasn't exactly sure why. Through the applause she could scarcely hear the boy speak, "Would you like to go outside?" Hermione nodded and they began to make their way through the very large crowd.
The fellow guests at the ball continued clapping the whole way out of the ballroom. It was not until they reached the balcony that they heard the crowd stop, and the music begin once more.
The balcony was white with green vegetation grown about it. There were two doors from which you could enter the balcony and in between the two doors was a large beautiful fountain in the shape of a large pot; the fountain was the same color as the balcony.
They proceeded to the rail and began to gaze at the stars. The moon was extremely bright that night, and quite a size bigger than usual. They were silent for a moment; the only sound heard was the music in the ballroom. "The stars are beautiful tonight." Said the boy. Hermione had been so use to the silence that she was at first startled.
How was it this boy was complimenting her so, while he still kept his name a secret? "How should I know you?" she asked.
The boy looked over at her. "What do you mean?"
"Earlier you said if I let the night live on I should see how you believe I should know you. I have let it live, and still I do not know the answer to my question."
The boy turned to face her. "Would you really like to know?" Hermione nodded. He paused, not saying a word, but looking her in the eyes. "This is how." He said, picking up her hands, leaning in, and kissing her.
Hermione looked at him with an expression near shock. He had kissed her. Then suddenly the loud ringing of a clock echoed throughout the land, thought where the clock was, she did not know. The boy looked to Hermione's left, and then back at her. "I must go." He said letting go of her hands and taking a step towards the door on the right of the fountain.
"Wait!" said Hermione.
"Farewell!" he called, reaching out to her with his right arm. "We will meet again, I can promise you that." A fog appeared out of nowhere and overtook the boy.
The fog cleared at the last chime of the clock and he disappeared. "Hello?" she said. No one answered. The music was not even playing inside the ballroom. She walked back inside to see if the boy had gone in there, but he hadn't. In fact the whole ballroom was empty now. Not a soul remained; the only trace of one where the instruments that had been left behind.
It doesn't have to make sense; it's a dream! I so desperately wanted to end it with Hermione picking up a violin and playing it alone in the ballroom, but that would have been really random, and not too mention quite odd. I definitely think that was longer than before. (I'm working on making my chapters longer.) Anyway, more to come if you enjoyed this! The end will be awesome! Thanks for reading!
