Chapter Four: The Dance

October 31, 2003 5:30 p.m.

Aingel and Hermione disappeared up into there room as the other two boys continued their chess game. Aingel stepped into the bathroom and slid on her dress. Her ears grew pointier and her hair was magically put back and up. She slid on her shoes and put the ornamental head band on. She slowly put in the earrings wincing as she reopened holes in her ears, she hadn't worn them in a while. The necklace let the drop hang down till it was right about the top of her bodice.

Hermione quickly changed and conjured up a mirror to help her see as she put her jewelry on. She pulled her hood on her head, but back some so people could see her face. Aingel came out and did something that made her look demonic, mysterious, and good at the same time. Hermione studied Aingel's face for awhile before deciding what to do. She brushed some light green eye blush (A/n don't use makeup so I don't know what it is called) and gave her a small tube of reddish lipstick to make her lips seem darker. When they both looked in the mirror, they saw that they wouldn't be recognized. They grinned and grabbed the Invisibility Cloak that Aingel had and slipped out into the hallway of crowded students. Together they reached the doors and whisked off the cloak, and Aingel shrunk it so it would fit in her shoe.

Winking at each other, they separated and walked to separate sides of the room. They had agreed that if they meet up, they shouldn't 'know' each other and after the dance, they would meet up at the picture of Sir Anthony on the fifth floor. Aingel was slowly walking towards the drinks, when a figure stepped out into her path.

She looked up and saw that he was tall, very tall and had a mysterious air around him. His hair was long, blonde, and stopped at the middle of his back. It was up in an intricate braid. His clothes contrasted hers in a very light green color. Around his head was a slender silver band. His eyes were steely blue and stared mischievously into hers. There was an intricately made leather quiver hanging off his back. In his left hand he held a mahogany bow. On the bow were carved leaves and the string was such a pure white, it practically glowed.

"Care to dance milady?"

"I would be delighted to. May I inquire the name of the kind sir I am dancing with?"

"Ah, you will find out later, though we are in the same house if I am correctly guessing by the colors you are wearing."

Aingel silently cursed herself as she was twirled around the room. Of course someone would think she was Slytherin. She was wearing silver and green! Aingel gave a small sigh, but didn't realize that her Mysterious Man had heard her.

"Am I disappointing you?"

"What? Oh no, I was just thinking."

"Of what was your mind focusing on? Not that I am trying to be rude of course."

Aingel franticly searched her head and came up with an answer: "This party is a little slow and boring, do you agree?"

"Yes...shall we go outside?"

"That is fine with me."

Aingel allowed herself to be gently guided outside to a bench under a secluded tree. She sank gracefully down onto the bench while the man remained standing. Aingel gazed up at him through her eyelashes; he was staring intently at her. A slight blush charmed her cheeks as she quickly lowered her eyes; his eyes were unnerving her. A smooth, warm hand cupped her cheek and forced her to look up at him. Aingel complied and her blush deepened. The eyes held an emotion that made her even more unnerved and embarrassed. They held Lust.

Steely blue eyes slowly got closer and closer until lips were pressed against Aingel's. Startled she didn't fight back at first. But when his tongue tried to open her mouth, she broke apart and slapped him. He stared shocked at her as a red mark slowly grew across his face. Then his once handsome face grew red in anger.

"Do you know who you just slapped?!?!"
"No, and frankly I don't give a care!!"

Aingel stood up and tried to leave but her wrist was grabbed and, not gently, she was twisted around. His face was just inches away again, but Aingel was to far outrage to care.

"No one slaps Draco Malfoy and gets away with it."

"This is even better, me, a Gryffindor, got to slap Draco Malfoy! This gets better; it was me, your worst enemy's friend Aingel!"

"Why you little-"

Draco stopped in the middle of his sentence and slapped her hard. It brought tears to Aingel's eyes, but she had faced worse. Draco had let go of her wrist so that he may hurt her more, but before he could, Aingel had her wand out and pointed at his heart.

"Don't touch me ever again, or else I will kill you."

Draco stood there motionless as he watched her walk off. Once she was gone, he sank to his knees in fright; he never wanted her to point that wand in his direction again.

(Focus on Hermione)

Hermione walked off towards where the band was playing. This year, Dumbledore got a rock-n-roll/punk band to play. She had never heard of them, but they were called Phenomenon. Hermione stood in front of them for awhile so she didn't notice when someone came up behind her. Someone touched her shoulder and she jumped about five feet in the air.

"I am sorry miss. I didn't mean to scare you."

Hermione turned around and was shocked. In front of her was a King, or what seemed to be a King, that was dressed exactly like Aingel! He had the same color of dark, forest green tunic and breeches and in his hand was a light maple bow in his hand. On it was carved what seemed to be words in a different language. His quiver on his back was full of the same light colored arrows that had dyed feathers.

"That is okay sir, what is your name?"

"My name is...George, George Cooper."

"Well George, my name is Hermione Granger."

"So now that we are properly aquatinted, Hermione, what do you think of this band?"

"I love it, I have never heard of them, but they are great! Too bad Aingel can't hear this. I have a feeling she is outside somewhere."

"Do you mean Aingel Alcastrina?"

"Yes, do you know her?"

"I used to...then when I joined the band...she stopped talking to me. I wish I knew why."

"I am guessing that your real name isn't George is it?"

"No, it is really Alexandru Aurel Dracul."

"Defender of mankind, golden dragon/demon; interesting name you have there."

Alexandru looked surprised: "How did you know?"

"I don't know, somehow it just came to me..."

"Strange, call me Alex though."

Hermione agreed to this and they both continued to jam to Phenomenon. They chatted about anything: school, friends, teachers, family, and where they came from. Hermione found out that Alex and Aingel had been inseparable throughout everything. If one was missing, it was like half the girl/boy was there, and that half his/her soul was gone. Alex had been two years above Aingel, but that didn't stop them, Aingel studied really hard so she could get into the classes with Alex.

Alex in return had made sure not to get into that many advanced classes so that she wouldn't be over worked. Soon though, she was beating the rest of the class and the two began to take advanced classes together. Throughout the school Aingel was known as 'Little Golden Dragon' because they even began to look alike. One problem had come up though, girls were jealous of Aingel and began to gang up on her, but it all stopped when Alex got up in front of the whole school and announced that the next person to hurt his Little Golden Dragon would have to face him in the Ring.

After that no one messed with him because they all knew that the only person that could ever tie or beat him in anything that had to do with fighting was Aingel. The Ring was a competition place where the two contestants would face off in a fight. One year, Aingel challenged Alex and lost in a wrestling match, but that was only because he was much bigger then she was.

Alex began to ask questions about Aingel. How was she? What were her friends besides Hermione like? Did she fight anymore? What were her grades? What classes was she taking? By the time Hermione stopped answering questions, it was time to go.

"Alex, would you like to see Aingel? I am going to meet with her now."

"If you don't mind, I would like too."

"Of course not, I would be glad for you two to see each other again"

(Focus on Harry)

Harry sighed as he looked around bored, he didn't know what his friends, except Ron, looked like so he couldn't go hang out with them. He had begun off by hanging around the food, but then a disgruntled House Elf shooed him off and away. Now, he was leaning against the wall under the Gryffindor banner. He had tried to spot bushy, light brown hair to see where Hermione was; therefore Aingel would be there, but to no avail. Harry finally realized that their costumes would be like Ron's and magically do something to their hair or whatever so that people couldn't recognize them as easy.

From his position, Harry could see practically anything. Right now he was focusing on the people dancing to Phenomenon. He began to smile as he realized that they all were just like the Weasly twins and their crazy antics.

From his position, he could see almost everything. A couple caught his eye, as the girl was gently dragged out of the room. While trying to figure out if he recognized anything about her, Harry realized that she had just stormed back in and that she had thrown herself down into a dark corner on a bench. Harry raised an eyebrow, but did nothing as he turned his attention to others. His attention was once again caught by a girl in blood red. She was talking with a member of the band, but something was very familiar about her by the way she held herself. For the rest of the dance, he watched them talk animatedly as he tried to figure out what was going on. Finally he hoisted himself up and out to the place where he was to meet Ron.

Change of Focus (again...)

Aingel walked swiftly towards the picture still fuming over what had happened, she told herself that she could think up revenge later with the other three. As she turned the corner, she almost fainted. Her breath got caught in her throat as she realized what she was seeing. He was back.

She slowly walked forward and whispered, "Gold Dragon?"

Just like to say, that if this was a real book or a movie, this is the point where you would see another scene or something...you know? Like a cliff hanger, so feel free to look up really quick and say something about what you think, and now....GET BACK TO READING!!! 

Alex, hearing her voice saying his old name, whirled around. There she was, the 'Queen' she was and all. Seeing her in an elegant dark green dress and her silver crown/headband threw his head back in time to where there had been plenty of Queens of Old, but she seemed to be one of the magnificent.

He dragged his mind back to the future and said: "Little Gold Devil?"

Aingel threw herself at him and gave him a long hug, "What are you doing here?"

"Remember? I travel with the band now."

"Oh yeah...so how do you like Hogwarts so far?"

"It is huge, seems nice, is there enough Advanced Classes for you?"

"Yes, Hermione is in almost all my classes though my Advanced Arrhythmic is too easy and I am the youngest in there and still above everyone. I think I am smarter the Professor."

"Why did you move from England...and now come back?"

"Fine, I will tell you but we might want to sit down."

"I have a place we could go, follow me."