Ok guys, sorry it's taken me like three weeks, how ever, It went from being
the S.O.A.P. festival, to being our schools musical theater production,
which left me with barely enough time to do my homework, let alone write a
story. But anyhow, I'm back now, so hopefully this story will be done soon.
Oh, and the song in this chapter is Hella Good by No Doubt.
On the day of the dance the entire school was a buzz of activity. Many girls excused themselves at noon to start getting ready; in fact, the latest any girl was found outside of her dorm room was four o'clock. Any girl other then Hermione that was, who could be found in the library, books scattered all around her, scribbling away as fast as she could. At least, that's how Ginny found her at four-thirty that afternoon.
"What on earth are you doing Hermione, the banquet starts in three hours, and your nowhere near ready yet." said Ginny as she came up behind Hermione.
"I have a lot of work left to do Ginny, besides, it'll only take a few minutes to get ready, I wash my hair, brush it and pull on my dress. It's not something that should take more then an hour."
Ginny looked back at Hermione horrified. "What do you mean? That's it, put your books away. I'm taking you back and I'm working my magic on you. An hour, honestly Hermione!"
"Really Ginny, I see no reason to spend my day primping when there's so much work to be done. Besides, I'm just going to be sitting at the table all night; I plan to leave as soon as I can."
Ginny just shook her head and waited for Hermione to pack up her things. It took the next two hours for both girls to get ready. Ginny forced Hermione to have makeup put on, but she kept it natural, so Hermione didn't look all that much different, just a little more refined. Ginny also did Hermione's hair into a stylish up-do, with small pieces of hair left framing the face. Ginny looked a dream in her deep purple robes that made her look like a goddess. When the time came Ginny and Hermione looked arms and made their way down to the great hall. Waiting for them outside of the hall was Harry who blushed when he saw Ginny. He bent down and kissed her cheek before taking her arm to lead her into the hall.
"You look beautiful," he whispered to her." Ginny just smiled. While watching this Hermione began to panic. Of course Ginny was going with Harry, and Harry and Ron would likely be sitting together. That meant that Hermione was either going to have sit at the same table as Ron, or she would have to find her own table and sit alone all evening. Harry must have noticed her wild panic, because he put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Don't worry Hermione, Ron has a date with some sixth year Hufflepuff girl, I don't remember her name."
"Your sure Harry," asked Hermione as she felt relief wash over her.
"Yep, he told her that he'd go and sit with her and her friends. Nice dress by the way." And with that they turned and walked into the hall. The hall had become any child's Halloween dream, the walls were covered in black and orange paper, dancing skeletons hung in every corner. It seemed as if the dance had a muggle sort of theme, al of the decorations were like improved versions of muggle stereotypes, a green witch with a long warty noise was flying around near the ceiling, There were giant jack-o-lanterns whose faces shined every few minutes. And best of all on each table there were two huge bowls filled to the brim with many types of candy. One had typical wizard treats, while the other was filled with muggle candies. Hermione was almost surprised to find how much fun she was having. The entire banquet so far had been great. The food had been great, and shed felt her self talking and laughing again, which was something she hadn't done since her issue in the great hall with Ron. In fact, talking to Harry and Ginny like this made things seem like they were almost back to normal again. However, all good things must end, because as soon as everyone had eaten their fill the dance part of the ball started. Harry swept Ginny out onto the floor right away as did Dean with Susan Bones, leaving Hermione alone at their table.
She watched the happy couples dance for a while before deciding to go for a quick walk outside. Once she got outside she had to fight every bone in her body to stay still, for they all wanted to start running until she was far away. It made no sense really, she never used to mind sitting alone, at lest not this much. She had never been one of those girls who wanted dates, or even to dance. Usually she hated these sorts of thoughts, why should it be any different tonight. Maybe it was because a few short weeks ago she had what she was now longing before. Or maybe it was because Ron looked so happy out on the floor, surrounded by his new groupies. But Hermione stopped her self there, shook her head and walked back into the school before she did run back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione returned to her table, sat down and started to fish through the muggle candy bowl until she found a recess pieces cup. The mix of chocolate and peanut butter never failed to cheer her up. After sitting there for a few moments Hermione realized that no one was going to miss her if she left anyways. Everyone else was up on the dance floor having fun. Really, her sitting here looked worse then her leaving ever would. However, before Hermione could stand up she was joined by none other then Draco.
"So it seems as if we are the odd ones out in our little circles eh Granger," he drawled.
"I guess so, what happened to Pansy?"
"Oh, she spiked her own punch and is now hiding in some bush making out with Goyle," he said as he sat down beside her and reached into the bowl of wizard candy.
"And you're alright with that?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, I could care less really. It gets Pansy off my back for a little while at least, so I'm actually quite glad to be rid of her." He pulled out a Fizzing Whizbee and pooped it in his mouth. (A/N- right now I cant remember what Fizzing Whizzbies do [I want to say floating] and I'm to lazy to go and look, so I'm just going to pretend that they don't do anything).
They sat in silence for a moment, until Draco stood up and held his hand out to Hermione. "Well, shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Dance Granger, what else would we do at the Halloween ball."
"I don't know Draco," Hermione started before Draco cut her off.
"Honestly Granger, it's a dance, not a marriage proposal." Hermione probably would have said no, after all this was Draco Malfoy. However, at that moment Ron and his date happened to waltz by.
'House rivalries be damned," thought Hermione as she took Draco's outstretched hand. "Let's cut a rug," she said.
As they walked out onto the floor, the song changed to a more muggle style.
(The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason, but your love keeps on coming like a thunderbolt. Come here a little closer, 'Cause I wanna see you, baby, real close up.)
At first no one really paid attention to them. Which was almost sort of odd, because the gossip mills of Hogwarts were operational twenty-four seven and this was most certainly juicy gossip.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
"See, this isn't so bad now is it." Whispered Draco in her ear right be fore he spun her out. Hermione was a mix of emotions; this really shouldn't feel so good. If anything, dancing with Draco Malfoy should feel evil and wrong, and yet, it felt so right.
(A performance deserving a standing ovation, and who would have thought it'd be the two of us. So don't wake me if I'm dreaming, 'cause I'm in the mood come on and give it up.)
By this time the rest of the students had begun to notice that two of the schools biggest enemies were dancing together.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
The whispers started, and most of the dancers stopped all together and just stared at them, forming a circle around them. But Hermione and Draco didn't even notice.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
The next time they were close enough, Draco bent down and whispered, "By the way, nice dress." Hermione just blushed.
(Ooh yeah yeah, Ooh yeah yeah. You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
As the song drew to a close, Hermione came back down to earth, and she began to realize that every eye in the room was on her in Draco. Some were happy, some were confused, and some were very angry.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing).
"Well Granger," said Draco as the dance ended, "thanks for the dance." He then turned and walked through the crowd and out of the door, leaving all eyes on Hermione.
"What," she said as calmly as she could before walking through the path that Draco had made and walking out through the same door, leaving the whole hall in shock until the next song started, and people once again started to dance.
Well, there you are. Please review, especially if you have any ideas on where I should go form here. (I'm beginning to have writers block) I might not use your ideas, but chances are they will at least inspire me.
On the day of the dance the entire school was a buzz of activity. Many girls excused themselves at noon to start getting ready; in fact, the latest any girl was found outside of her dorm room was four o'clock. Any girl other then Hermione that was, who could be found in the library, books scattered all around her, scribbling away as fast as she could. At least, that's how Ginny found her at four-thirty that afternoon.
"What on earth are you doing Hermione, the banquet starts in three hours, and your nowhere near ready yet." said Ginny as she came up behind Hermione.
"I have a lot of work left to do Ginny, besides, it'll only take a few minutes to get ready, I wash my hair, brush it and pull on my dress. It's not something that should take more then an hour."
Ginny looked back at Hermione horrified. "What do you mean? That's it, put your books away. I'm taking you back and I'm working my magic on you. An hour, honestly Hermione!"
"Really Ginny, I see no reason to spend my day primping when there's so much work to be done. Besides, I'm just going to be sitting at the table all night; I plan to leave as soon as I can."
Ginny just shook her head and waited for Hermione to pack up her things. It took the next two hours for both girls to get ready. Ginny forced Hermione to have makeup put on, but she kept it natural, so Hermione didn't look all that much different, just a little more refined. Ginny also did Hermione's hair into a stylish up-do, with small pieces of hair left framing the face. Ginny looked a dream in her deep purple robes that made her look like a goddess. When the time came Ginny and Hermione looked arms and made their way down to the great hall. Waiting for them outside of the hall was Harry who blushed when he saw Ginny. He bent down and kissed her cheek before taking her arm to lead her into the hall.
"You look beautiful," he whispered to her." Ginny just smiled. While watching this Hermione began to panic. Of course Ginny was going with Harry, and Harry and Ron would likely be sitting together. That meant that Hermione was either going to have sit at the same table as Ron, or she would have to find her own table and sit alone all evening. Harry must have noticed her wild panic, because he put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Don't worry Hermione, Ron has a date with some sixth year Hufflepuff girl, I don't remember her name."
"Your sure Harry," asked Hermione as she felt relief wash over her.
"Yep, he told her that he'd go and sit with her and her friends. Nice dress by the way." And with that they turned and walked into the hall. The hall had become any child's Halloween dream, the walls were covered in black and orange paper, dancing skeletons hung in every corner. It seemed as if the dance had a muggle sort of theme, al of the decorations were like improved versions of muggle stereotypes, a green witch with a long warty noise was flying around near the ceiling, There were giant jack-o-lanterns whose faces shined every few minutes. And best of all on each table there were two huge bowls filled to the brim with many types of candy. One had typical wizard treats, while the other was filled with muggle candies. Hermione was almost surprised to find how much fun she was having. The entire banquet so far had been great. The food had been great, and shed felt her self talking and laughing again, which was something she hadn't done since her issue in the great hall with Ron. In fact, talking to Harry and Ginny like this made things seem like they were almost back to normal again. However, all good things must end, because as soon as everyone had eaten their fill the dance part of the ball started. Harry swept Ginny out onto the floor right away as did Dean with Susan Bones, leaving Hermione alone at their table.
She watched the happy couples dance for a while before deciding to go for a quick walk outside. Once she got outside she had to fight every bone in her body to stay still, for they all wanted to start running until she was far away. It made no sense really, she never used to mind sitting alone, at lest not this much. She had never been one of those girls who wanted dates, or even to dance. Usually she hated these sorts of thoughts, why should it be any different tonight. Maybe it was because a few short weeks ago she had what she was now longing before. Or maybe it was because Ron looked so happy out on the floor, surrounded by his new groupies. But Hermione stopped her self there, shook her head and walked back into the school before she did run back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione returned to her table, sat down and started to fish through the muggle candy bowl until she found a recess pieces cup. The mix of chocolate and peanut butter never failed to cheer her up. After sitting there for a few moments Hermione realized that no one was going to miss her if she left anyways. Everyone else was up on the dance floor having fun. Really, her sitting here looked worse then her leaving ever would. However, before Hermione could stand up she was joined by none other then Draco.
"So it seems as if we are the odd ones out in our little circles eh Granger," he drawled.
"I guess so, what happened to Pansy?"
"Oh, she spiked her own punch and is now hiding in some bush making out with Goyle," he said as he sat down beside her and reached into the bowl of wizard candy.
"And you're alright with that?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, I could care less really. It gets Pansy off my back for a little while at least, so I'm actually quite glad to be rid of her." He pulled out a Fizzing Whizbee and pooped it in his mouth. (A/N- right now I cant remember what Fizzing Whizzbies do [I want to say floating] and I'm to lazy to go and look, so I'm just going to pretend that they don't do anything).
They sat in silence for a moment, until Draco stood up and held his hand out to Hermione. "Well, shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Dance Granger, what else would we do at the Halloween ball."
"I don't know Draco," Hermione started before Draco cut her off.
"Honestly Granger, it's a dance, not a marriage proposal." Hermione probably would have said no, after all this was Draco Malfoy. However, at that moment Ron and his date happened to waltz by.
'House rivalries be damned," thought Hermione as she took Draco's outstretched hand. "Let's cut a rug," she said.
As they walked out onto the floor, the song changed to a more muggle style.
(The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason, but your love keeps on coming like a thunderbolt. Come here a little closer, 'Cause I wanna see you, baby, real close up.)
At first no one really paid attention to them. Which was almost sort of odd, because the gossip mills of Hogwarts were operational twenty-four seven and this was most certainly juicy gossip.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
"See, this isn't so bad now is it." Whispered Draco in her ear right be fore he spun her out. Hermione was a mix of emotions; this really shouldn't feel so good. If anything, dancing with Draco Malfoy should feel evil and wrong, and yet, it felt so right.
(A performance deserving a standing ovation, and who would have thought it'd be the two of us. So don't wake me if I'm dreaming, 'cause I'm in the mood come on and give it up.)
By this time the rest of the students had begun to notice that two of the schools biggest enemies were dancing together.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
The whispers started, and most of the dancers stopped all together and just stared at them, forming a circle around them. But Hermione and Draco didn't even notice.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
The next time they were close enough, Draco bent down and whispered, "By the way, nice dress." Hermione just blushed.
(Ooh yeah yeah, Ooh yeah yeah. You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing)
As the song drew to a close, Hermione came back down to earth, and she began to realize that every eye in the room was on her in Draco. Some were happy, some were confused, and some were very angry.
(You've got me feeling hella good, so let's just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I'm gonna keep on dancing).
"Well Granger," said Draco as the dance ended, "thanks for the dance." He then turned and walked through the crowd and out of the door, leaving all eyes on Hermione.
"What," she said as calmly as she could before walking through the path that Draco had made and walking out through the same door, leaving the whole hall in shock until the next song started, and people once again started to dance.
Well, there you are. Please review, especially if you have any ideas on where I should go form here. (I'm beginning to have writers block) I might not use your ideas, but chances are they will at least inspire me.