Thank you: Jasmijn . And: Fairy lights .
Hermione put her hand forward and touched the surface; her fingers went right through it. She quickly put the rest of her body in a position to enter, she quietly counted down: "Three . . . Two . . . One. . . ." The enormous bubble that had been charmed on her head popped soundlessly.
She noticed a shiny candle bracket floating on one of the giant bubble's gleaming sides. She reached forward and grabbed it awkwardly, pulling herself in.
Hermione attempted to stand up, but her wet clothes simply dragged her back down again. Suddenly, a thought struck her head, a thought that went along the lines of this:
Oh, Hermione! Your not a witch your an idiot!
Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it; hot air began to pour immediately out of it, her robes began to dry. The process was slow, but effective at the very least.
Hermione stayed for a few more minutes, waiting for her robes to dry completely.
"Need some help?" Draco Malfoy's drawling voice echoed loudly around the air bubble's surface. Hermione looked up quickly.
"No for your information, I do not need help, And If I needed help, I wouldn't ask you. Now get out of here."
"I don't have to leave." He answered, smirking.
Hermione pointed her wand at him in warning. "Get out, of the doorway, Malfoy."
"Pray tell, what would happen if I said 'No'?"
"You'd get immediately hexed into a blivion, that's what would happen. Now for the last time, get out of the doorway."
"No. Now are you going to hex me?"
Hermione paused; did he actually want her to hex him? Or was he just playing around?
Oh well. . . .
"STUPEFY!"
Hermione turned around and began to walk slowly, towards the main room of the giant air bubble.
She heard a loud moan echo from behind her, she turned around. Malfoy was kneeling on the ground, his eyes as large as Dinner plates.
Hermione winced, she hadn't exactly ment to hit him in the area she had accidently hit him in. Oh well, slimy worms deserved everything they got.
Hermione quietly peeped through the doors of the giant air bubble's main room. From the look of it there was going to be a ball of some sorts. Hermione quickly sorted Harry and Ron out of the crowd: Harry, was trying to get rid of a short Ravenclaw girl, while Ron sniggered in the backround.
"Harry!" Harry turned around and waved, clearly eager for an excuse to leave the desperate Ravenclaw.
"Hermione, you don't mind dancing with me do you?" Harry said in undertone once Hermione had sat down. "cause as long as I don't have a dancing partner, that Ravenclaw girl isn't going to leave me alone."
Harry cast a wary eye at the depressed Ravenclaw. "Sure," Hermione answered immediately; Malfoy must have recovered from the stuning spell, because he was making quite a show of dramaticly swaggering entrance into the hall.
"Quick!" Harry hissed suddenly. "here she comes!" Harry jumped to his feet, taking Hermione with him. Harry gave a puzzled look at Hermione, Hermione snorted.
"When you danced with Parvati, Harry, what did she do?"
All of a sudden, they were spotted by Ravenclaw girl. angrily she marched over to Harry. "When your done with her," she half shouted. "maybe you could dance with me -"
"I have to go to the bathroom." Harry anounced suddenly, and began to run quickly to the lavatory. The Ravenclaw ran away.
Hermione ran her eyes over the many students, and sat down. Everyone seemed to be thouroghly enjoying themselves, with a small exeption for the Ravenclaw girl.
Hermione knew Harry wouldn't be coming out of the lavatory any time soon. This would mean no dancing for about half an hour.
Hermione felt her shoulder being tapped. she looked up.
Malfoy looked angerier than she had ever seen before. "May I?"
After spending about three minutes with what she soon realized to be the worst dancer in the entire world, Hermione found that it was getting exceedingly difficult to get back to her seat, oweing to the fact that she had accidently left her wand back at her table.
Hermione's mind was whirring: she needed to escape some how, and speaking of how, she could care less how, she needed to escape. all of a sudden, a miraculus thought sprang into mind.
The music stopped. "Drink," Hermione panted. "Alright," Malfoy answered boredly. "Quick."
Hermione tried to look as if she were choking for a glass of water.
Hermione grabbed the first butterbeer she saw. She began to drink as hard as and as fast as she could, Hermione quickly slipped her wand off her table, and into one of her robe pockets.
"Music's starting," Malfoy's voice informed her.
Little idiot. . . . Hermione mused.
Hermione cleared the blure from her eyes: Malfoy was only four and a half inches away. Hermione, suddenly realizing what his aim was, whipped out her wand.
"Malfoy, bring me back to my seat, now."
He quickly began backed away. "Go, and don't you dare come back to my table." Hermione said feircely. She turned around, and ran back to her table.
Hermione took a seat beside the Ravenclaw girl that had been pestering Harry earlier. The girl gave Hermione an angry glare.
Hermione saw Malfoy was now dancing with Pansy. Hermione quietly took out her wand and aimed it at Malfoy's feet.
"Tarantallegera!" Hermione shouted, a beam shot out of her wand, and on to Malfoy's feet.
Malfoy stopped, all of a sudden, his feet began to do an interesting tap- dance, the crowds began to back away, Malfoy looked desperately around, the crowds where begining to laugh.
"Help me!" he called angrily, nobody answered. The crowds were roaring now, and Pansy was nowhere to be seen. Malfoy's feet began to dance faster.
"What in the world is he doing?" the Ravenclaw girl asked Hermione. Hermione eyed Malfoy slowly, before taking a small swig of butterbeer.
"I call that," Hermione replied, "My Ferret dance."
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How'd you like it? I actually thought it wen't pretty well. :)
