Chapter Fifteen
Disclaimer: I own nothing, though i do wish to own Draco

Hermione's long brown hair flipped in the wind as she cantered around her family's property. It was December 31st, and the snow was beginning to fall harder know.

She dismounted her horse and brought it into the stable, she was thinking of the grand ball her parents had arranged at the last minute to show Hermione to all their friends.

"Hermione, you must come inside it is beginning to become quite dreadful outside and you must get ready for the ball" Molotov the house elf had been waiting for her in the stable.

"Molotov I must clean my house, and put the saddle away, and then theirs the bit…"

"Hermione, Your mother wishes you to get ready please" and Molotov grabbed Hermione's arm causing her to hunch over as she was pulled away.

Hermione walked into her mother's room, where a body manikin with a floral yellowish gold dress stood waiting.

"Hello, Hermione"

"Oh, I thought I was alone. Hello Mother" Hermione Smiled Broadly

"Hermione we must talk" she handed Hermione a night gown that you were underneath an elegant dress.

"I realize that you are a very gifted girl, and Draco and you are very fond of each other. I do realize that you are not aware of many Pure-blood things that we do, but I really think that you would make a lovely couple."

Hermione was sitting down, she remembered Draco talking of this, and the prophecy said that if they were not wed buy their 17th birthday they would lose their light. They had not yet uncovered what 'the light' was to represent the book had not said anymore on the subject.

"I was well, just thinking that maybe, for know he could escort you to the ball, Pure-bloods have a certain pride that needs to be up held."

"Yes, I don't see it to hurt." Hermione to stop her mother from getting to big headed about pure-bloods.

Hermione had tight curls that fell on her pale white skin, her collar bone revealed with the strapless gown. Abby had placed a diamond necklace around her daughter's flawless neck.

"You look just like a princess" Draco had entered the room; he was in a black suit. His hair fell gracefully on his face giving him certain elegance.

"It's missing one thing" and Draco passed Hermione the ring her family had given her for Christmas. He held out his hand, Hermione placed hers on top as they lead each other out of the room.

"Did you talk to your father?" Hermione whispered

"Yes, tonight I am to take you to his office he didn't say anything after that."

"Do you think he suspects something?"

"I've never underestimated his lack of trust, but I think that we should be ok."

They were walking down the stairs, where at the bottle groups of people were mingling. Hermione spotted Draco's father talking very fast with a tall thin man with bright blue eyes.

"Come on, stick with me and you should be good" Hermione smiled and was thankful that Draco was there. A small voice in the back of her head mad her think of the years where they were enemies.

"Minister, How wonderful of you to come" Draco said, he was speaking to Fudge. Hermione had never liked fudge, especially when his pig headed brain had not realized that Voldemort was back, also for the way he treated Harry.

"May I introduce Hermione Scylla, former Granger" Hermione bowed politely, "Granger that sounds familiar. Oh yes Potters friend." Draco flinched at the name.

"Yes sir" Hermione said raising her head a little.

Everyone seemed to be glancing at Hermione, but when she looked around they all were deep in conversation. Draco handed Hermione a campaign glass with bubble blue liquid in side.

"What's this?"

"Its blue bubbles, it should make your head ache go away" and flashed Hermione a smirk. She felt her self blush as she looked away. Her parents Artemis and Abby were dancing in the center.

"Want to?" Draco asked

"Want to what?" Hermione asked pulling her self away from her parents dancing.

"Dance" Draco said, as he bowed and placed his hand up for Hermione to take, she place it gracefully on his as he lead her to the dancing floor.

Hermione's emotions were running high; she was over whelmed by Draco and his behavior. Never would she ever dream like she would be her, wanting all this, wanting the dance to never end.

"Calm down" Draco whispered in Hermione's ear, she rested her head on his shoulder. Something felt so right and peaceful about this.

"Why?"

"You seem to have the Goosebumps; you don't want to make a scene with your powers" Hermione shook her head, and looked up into Draco's gray eyes, and felt home.

"Scared" Hermione whispered back…

"Only if you are"

"Fear is a weakness"

"You sound like my father" Draco whispered as they passed other couples.

"So what are you to do to me tonight, drug me" he whispered playfully

"You'll see"

"Technically I wont" Hermione smiled, and the song ended. And Draco kissed Hermione softly on the cheek.