Title: Dance Fever and Some Bad Dreams
Disclaimer: This Harry Potter characters are not mine. No. Not even Draco.
~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 9: Almost
A week and a couple days had gone by at a sluggish pace. It might have been because the teachers
were giving out more work than ever, or the classes had suddenly became very dull, or I would even go
as far to say that I was always looking forward to Dance Class.
Dance class was at the end of the day and seemed to go by so fast. I wouldn't be able to wait for the next
Dance class. I wanted every other class to go by as fast as it could. However this kind of thinking always
makes time heavy and unbearably slow.
I had just gotten back from another Dance Class, where we were learning the waltz. Malfoy might have a
little grace on his broomstick. But when it came to a few simple dance steps he was like a fish out of
water. My sore bruised feet were enough to prove that. He probably did it on purpose.
I shook myself mentally. I have to get started on some of this history due next week! What was I thinking
leaving it to the last minute?!
I looked outside the library window. The sun had left the sky to be replaced by a full moon and it's
speckled stars twinkling by its side.
I stood up from one of the library desks and wandered the Muggle History section. I slid my finger along
the leather spines of each book. I tried to remember which book I was looking for but nothing came to
mind except the reoccurring memories of Malfoy down at the lake.
I just couldn't get him out of my head! Stupid git. This was entirely his fault! He should try just taking a
cold shower instead of showing off his hot body off to……the……Oh my God! Shut up, Hermione!
~~~~~Draco's POV a little earlier ~~~
Dance class was near end and I imagined Granger's feet were in excruciating pain. We had been
attempting to waltz today and I was not the best at the stepping part.
The first three times I stepped on her feet she yelled at me with her anger I somehow found quite
amusing since she is some good inches smaller than me and yet she still thought that she was more
intimidating.
However the many times after that she simply gave up all hope and only winced a bit whenever my feet
went astray onto hers. I was about to say sorry for just about the first time in my life when Mrs. Shnopsie
clapped her hands and called out,
"That was a very good start, for now! Sadly we have come to the end of another class. I shall see you all
tomorrow, I hope, at the Quidditch game! Class dismissed!" Mrs. Shnopsie glided out the door on light
feet.
Granger's small hand slid from mine as she pulled apart from me without a word. I saw her eyes land on
Malcolm, who was crossing the hall to meet her.
The warmth of the smile she put on for him made my stomach twist. Malcolm's arm snaked around her
shoulders. He nodded at me with a cocky grin that made me want to ram my fist into his face again.
I was just about to throw a punch at his bent nose when Pansy grabbed me by the neck and attempted to
push a kiss on my lips. I avoided this by quickly turning my head and letting her kiss land on my cheek.
Malcolm smirked at me, bent down, and kissed Herm - Granger on the cheek. She blushed a deep red
making me feel even more hate towards Malcolm.
The bastard turned to Granger and asked, "Hey Herm, after I win the game tomorrow we're still going to
be on for dinner right?"
"Of course." She smiled meekly avoiding my stare. Malcolm gave malicious grin and said,
"Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. Sure hope you've been practicing your game, Malfoy. Tomorrow might be a
little work out for me, if you have."
I sneered back at him, " If I'm not mistaken, Riley, I wasn't the one who slammed into one of the goals."
Malcolm blushed a deeper red than Granger had.
"Hey Hermione! Come on!" It was Padma and Parvati near the entrance of the Great Hall waving.
"See you later, Malcolm." She mumbled before slipping away from Malcolm and jogging over to her
friends.
"Lose your girlfriend?" I smiled grimly at Malcolm before pushing past him and slamming my shoulder
into his. Jerk.
Unfortunately Pansy decided to prance after me giggling, "That was so cool Drakey-poo. Brilliant!"
I spun around on my heel and growled, "Why don't you go wait for me in the common room, Pansy. Ok?
Ok." I walked off without caring about her answer just that I get as far away from her as possible.
Once I was out of the great Hall I could just see Granger walking alone to the library and heard Padma
calling out, "Once you get your history done find us at dinner! Alright?" Granger waved her hand above
her head, "See you later!" and turned the corner.
After I was sure that there was no one else in the Main Hall, I jogged after Granger to the library.
I don't know what made me follow……I just wanted to. Kind of like that night when we were down by the
lake. It was like I was drawn to her. This was all her doing! She was making me crazy. Last night, while
drinking my nightly routines of coffee, almost every second, my thoughts drifted over to that night when I
was an inch from her face asking her why she suddenly cared. She said I had changed- or not changed
but was changing. Granger has gone completely mad. I haven't changed a bit!
I walked into the library and saw that she had sat at one of the desks for a moment just staring into
space. She had that cute little frustrated face on when she didn't understand something. Cute? Granger?
……Well I couldn't deny that she did look a little cute……
She rose to her feet and walked briskly over to the history section.
My feet moved across the library to three bookshelves away from Granger. I pretended to be looking at a
book called '101 Ways to Magically Grow Hair'. But my eyes kept drifting up to the crack over the books
where I could see the back of Granger's head.
She had been keeping her hair a classy wavy looking style, which suited her face and complemented her
chocolate eyes.
I wasn't the only guy to notice Granger's new hair style either. I had seen far too many guys looking her
up and down, raising their eyebrows, and winking at her.
Yet a smug feeling filled me like a balloon to see that Granger hardly paid any attention to any of those
bastards. There was only one guy that she always smiled brightly for. And that was Malcolm Riley. The
guy who dates any girl he wants and however many girls at a time.
At dance class he would always wink and grin at her but I saw him at Quidditch practices and he will
make out with girls when he's taking his water break. Bloody git.
Even Granger didn't deserve to go out with a guy like that. You know what! I think I'll just go ahead and
tell her what a dick her Malcolm is.
Slamming the book, 101 ways to Magically Grow Hair, I started toward Granger.
~~~~Herm's POV~~~~
Oh God, where was this book!? I had come to the end of the history section and hadn't found the book
that I had been searching for. Perhaps I could find someone to help me. I spun round and bumped into
something hard,
"Ouch!" I cried. There was a deep chuckle above me. Straightening up I saw Malfoy's smirk once again
slapped onto his face. I felt like slapping his face. However instead of slapping him I felt the same heat
rise from my neck up into my cheeks.
I scowled, still blushing, and tried walking by him but he slid into my way. I attempted dashing to the
right. But he was quicker and moved in front of me like lightening,
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I groaned trying desperately not to think about him without his shirt on (like
I had down at the lake). The image of his muscular upper body had been haunting me ever since that
night.
"Do you like him?" his voice was subtle and curious. This question took me by surprise. Like him? Like
who? I looked up at him with my narrowed eyes
"Who?" I asked.
His eyes rolled, "Malcolm."
"Well……I……Why do you care?" After I asked this, panic fell over his face for a brief moment before he
shrugged,
"I don't really care." He held his chin up high and his cold eyes took over.
I had had enough. I turned around ready to take the long way to the front desk but then I felt his warm
hand grasp mine and gently pull me back, "I'm just wondering." He murmured looking anywhere but at
my eyes.
I stared down at his hand holding mine. What was he doing? He drew back his hand to his side and
sighed,
"You shouldn't get attached to him."
Was that a threat? What was this? I was starting to feel an aching in my head, " What's that supposed to
mean?"
"He's not a good guy, Granger."
What was he talking about?
"Who are you to determine a good guy from a bad one, Malfoy?"
He smirked at me and stepped closer," Right. Because it takes one to know one." He growled. I would
not let him make me feel small and weak so I stood my ground. He couldn't make me move. Yet when
he advanced one more step closer I almost considered making a run for it. But part of me wanted to stay.
Stay and see what Malfoy would do next.
He took another step closer which brought him three or so inches from my face, "Am I a bad guy,
Granger?" his voice was low and entrancing.
His silver blue eyes bore into mine. He must have taken my silence as a 'yes' for he asked another
provoking question "You find us bad guys interesting don't you?"
I could hardly breath. All at once I found myself hating this and enjoying it at the same time. The smell of
him made me dizzy with pleasure. His soft hand raised and gently brushed my cheek,
"You find us bad guys fascinating and dangerous. You find it somewhat freeing." Everything he had just
said felt so right that it scared me. I had been reading him all this time and now he was reading me.
Telling me the things that I didn't know.
Everything around me disappeared and it was only Draco and I standing there, alone. Alone with Draco?
The thought was scary. Though, I felt no fear at all. Nothing but thrilling feeling spreading throughout my
veins.
I closed my eyes savored the lovely smell about him. I felt his forehead rest against mine, "That's why
you hate us so much and yet want us so badly." His deep voice was, if even possible, softer than his
touch.
When I peeked a glance out of my eyes I saw his were closed.
He must felt my eyes on him because he looked up at me. I practically drowned in the depth of his eyes
and there was no way out. But right then, I didn't care. All I wanted was for him to, dare I say……kiss me.
It was to my surprise that when next I looked at him he was frowning. And all at once he took one step
back.
Then another.
And another, leaving me standing there weak, swaying, and confused. He rubbed his temples and shook
his head. It was like I wasn't even there. Not until he was about a yard away from me did he look up to
my eyes, "I……I'm sorry." And with that he turned and walked swiftly out of the library.
What the hell? Once I had collected myself I wandered up to my Gryffindor dorm, fell into bed, and
couldn't get my mind away from how soft his hands were, how good he smelled, how soothing his voice
was, and how safe he made me feel.
And I wasn't talking about Malcolm.
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HAHAHA the almost kiss is sooo deadly! And quite frustrating don't you think? Anyway, don't get mad at
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~this chappy is dedicated to svetlaella! do think Herm's denying her feelings to much for Mr. Malfoy
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