Mwahahaha! I started another story! Ok, and people, PLEAAAAAAASE read my other story The marauders! Please please please! begs Adn I hope you enjoy this! I just randomly started it during a particularly boring science class.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Only Heket.
Dance with me?
"What the Hell is the point of this?" Draco asked, standing coolly in the center of the Great Hall, which had been cleared of all tables and chairs for the dance lesson. "I mean, all respectable wizarding families, and some not so respectable families," he glanced over to where Ron was spinning Hermione around, "teach their children how to dance at an early age. Is it truly the school's responsibility to teach the mudbloods how to dance?"
Blaise Zabini glanced at Draco. "Just think of it as a way to get our hands on some girls, mate"
Draco rolled his eyes. "With our luck, we'll get stuck with a couple of first year Gryffindor first years," he growled.
Crabbe and Goyle sauntered past Draco (if you can call their movements sauntering) and sneered at him, lifting the sleeves of their robes up just enough to flash the edge of the Dark Mark. Draco sneered back andlifted his sleeve to show a clean, mark-free arm.
Blaise watched that small exchanged and looked questioningly at Draco. "Those blokes still stuck on that?" he asked. Blaise knew al about Draco rejecting the Dark Mark and getting kicked out of his house, namely because he was there, as had Crabbe and Goyle. Blaise, too, had rejected the Mark at the sane time Draco had, as a consequence, both were now homeless, and had spent the last week of summer break in the Leakey Cauldron.
Draco shrugged. "Apparently they haven't noticed that they ruined their lives by agreeing to run with the Dark Lord."
Just then a group of girls entered the Great Hall, giggling.
"Oh God, You can't be serious!" Draco groaned. "It's bad enough that we have to attend lessons without having to endure being around a group of overly-peppy giggle boxes."
The corners of Blaise's mouth turned up slightly. "Giggle boxes?"
"Shut up! It was the first thing that came to mind"
One of the girls leaned over to whisper in another's ear, and Draco found himself wondering how she could talk through her giggles. The other girl's green eyes widened and she did something completely out of place in the midst of all the giggles, she laughed, head thrown back and eyes almost brimming with tears of mirth. Apparently the laughter was too much, she collapsed into her friend's shoulder, and her muted laughter reached Draco's ears.
"So maybe not all of them are gigglers…" Blaise commented watching the girls. "Do you know who she is?" he asked, pointing to the black haired girl laughing into her friend's shoulder.
"No idea, but I've seen her around, she's in Gryffindor, probably just another mudblood. Why do you ask?"
"Don't you think it's time to abolish the hate between purebloods and mud… err, I mean, muggle born?" With that, he sauntered over to the girls, dark hair 'beautifully misplaced', as the girls said, and black eyes settling into his 'flirt' look. Draco sighed and followed him. He wouldn't mind seeing some a few Gryffindor goody girls flounder under Blaise's I'm-to-sexy-for-my-clothes routine.
"Hello, ladies." Blaise said smoothly. That sent them all into another fit of giggles, except the girl who had been laughing.
"well, hello." She said in the utmost seriousness, tucking her black hair behind her ear. She had a slight accent that Draco couldn't place, and he couldn't help puzzling over it. "How may we be of service?" she motioned to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Blaise smiled seductively, "Draco and I were just wondering if any of you girls would like help dancing?" The girls giggled harder, but again, the black haired girl refrained. Draco decided she must be the leader of the group.
"Oh I don't know," she said waving a dismissive hand. "Can either of you dance?" She rolled her 'R's slightly, and pronounced the 'I' hard in 'either'. "Because, if you can't then there would be no reason for me to accept that offer," she fluttered her lashes slightly "Seeing as I can't dance and all."
She's keeping in step with Zabini! Draco thought surprised, most Slytherin girls can't even do that. Why is she is Gryffindor again?
"Of course we can dance, right Draco?" Blaise said. Draco blinked.
"Of course, it's the first thing respectable wizarding children learn to do."
"Well then, I guess it would be fairly stupid to decline your offer." Blaise smirked and held out his hand. The girl closed it into a fist. "But first I would like to know the names of such wonderful gentlemen as you."
Was this girl mocking them?
If Blaise noticed, he didn't care. "Blaise Zabini, and this is Draco Malfoy."
The girl's gaze travled to Draco, and their eyes locked, only for a second. "So, The Blaise Zabini huh?" she said, in a tone that suggested a joke. "I am Heket Fairnette."
"Heket?" Blaise asked. "You're Egyptian?" The girl had the dark hair of an Egyptian, no doubt about it, but her skin was to light, her features to soft. Heket smiled and shook her head.
"Irish, although Heket is also an Egyptian name." That was the accent Draco hadn't been able to place: Irish. Now that he knew what it was, it seemed painfully obvious.
"Irish, huh? Well, Heket form Ireland, let me teach you to dance."
Heket smiled and placed her hand in his, amidst a fit of giggles. Blaise tugged her away from her friends and wrapped a loose arm around her waist, leading her to the center of the Hall. Draco scowled after them and turned to the light haired girl who had whispered to Heket. "I suppose you need a partner too?" the girl giggled and took his hand.
I'm Melody," she said through her giggles.
"wonderful" Draco muttered, leading her over to Blaise and Heket.
The door banged open, and Dumbledore swept into the room, smiling brightly. "Welcome students" he called stepping onto the dais where the teachers usually sat. "Today we will be attempting to teach you all to dance! Professor McGonagall and I shall be demonstrating the dances, and then we will correct you as problems come." He looked over them, eyes sparkling. "Now if you would be so kind, partner up!" the Great Hall became a chaotic mass of names and blushing teenagers. Draco watched in amusement as Weasely and Granger stood across from each other, smiling idioticly. I knew they would get together, Draco thought, sneering. The mudblood and the muggle love, what better match could there be?
The Great Hall quieted and Dumbledore beamed at them all. "Now, Professor McGonagall and I shall sow you the waltz." He flicked his wand and the beginning strands of a waltz floated through the air. Dumbledore beckoned to someone standing at the stairs of the dais, and McGonagall walked up and took Dumbledore's hand.
The students watched as the teachers danced around the dais for a few 8 counts. The dance was an easy one, the basic waltz. Dumbledore hand one hand resting lightly on McGonagall's waist, and the other holding hers gently. Her free hand was on his shoulder. The professors stopped and Dumbledore flicked his wand, turning the music off.
"Watch carefully!" he called, before showing the students exactly what to do. He then started the music again and motioned for the students to start.
Draco guided his partner around in circles, watching their feet. More than once, he was forced to pull his feet away quickly to avoid a painful heel toe collision. He glanced at Blaise and Heket, to find Heket laughing and attempting not to trip as Blaise led her in a complex step. Heket spun under Blaise's arm, her raven hair twirling, It made him sick to see Blaise flirting with a Gryffindor, or at least, that was the excuse he made about the sudden discomfort he felt. Heket lost the fight for balance and fell laughing into Blaise's arms. Draco couldn't help noticing that Blaise let his arms linger around her longer than necessary, and that Heket didn't seem to mind.
Dumbledore flicked the music off and showed them a dance that was slightly more difficult.
"Now, as much as I know you are all enjoying your partners, I feel that we all need to get used to different people, so please switch partners, just move one person down, gentlemen go left, ladies go right." Draco stepped away from Melody, sighing gratefully, and turned towards his left, or in other words, towards Heket. She smiled and walked up to him. "Hello again." She said taking his hand and placing her other hand on his shoulder. Draco felt his heart catch in his throat, and swallowed. What the Hell? He'd held girls before, he'd kissed sexier girls than her for God's sake, although he had to admit that she was gorgeous. But, that was no reason for his heart to be beating so quickly, or for his hands to be sweating suddenly. Heket looked at him questioningly and Draco realized that he had just been standing there, one hand being held by hers, the other hovering somewhere between hanging at his side, and resting on Heket's waist. He felt himself blush and quickly placed his hand on her waist.
The song began and Heket shifted, readying for the first step, which brought her abruptly closer to him, before she spun away. They continued the dance until Dumbledore stopped the song.
"Now we will move onto a dance in which you will swap partners periodically." He continued to explain the dance, leading McGonagall in a few steps, then calling Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger up to demonstrate the partner switch, The girls twirled away from their partners and landed in the other man's arms, before starting right back where they started.
Draco could barely focus on the display; he was too distracted by the small, fairy-like hand he still held in his. Two thoughts kept chasing each other around in his head: Why was Heket not re-claiming her hand, and how beautiful she looked with her green eyes watching the dancers with a determined curiosity, and her lips pursed in concentration.
Her finger started drumming out the beat of the song on the back of his hand, and Draco had to fight not to lace his fingers in hers. He settled with tapping the rhythm back. She didn't seem to notice.
Dumbledore flicked his wand and the music started again. This time, Heket seemed unsure. This was obviously a new dance for her.
"Just relax." He said softly, to his utter horror. But it seemed his mouth wasn't listening to him. "I'll lead you through the dance, no need to worry."
Heket smiled gratefully at him. She moved gracefully, trusting Draco to lead her true. It would have been so easy to mess her up, to destroy this trust. But, he couldn't bring himself to hurt the pretty girl who was smiling at him, only him. He found himself smiling back, the first true smile anyone had ever seen a Malfoy give. And then the music changed, and she was spinning away from him. Another girl landed in his arms, but Draco ws to preoccupied to notice who it was, until she whispered in his ear. "Hey Draco, this bring back any memories?"
Draco jerked back slightly and looked down at Pansy Parkinson in horror. She was smiling seductively at him, a disgusting expression.
She batted her eyes at him when Draco looked at her. Of course this brought back memories! Memories of an arranged marriage he had run away from. the night he had found out about it, was the same night he had rejected the Dark Mark. Memories of Pansy smiling at him when their parents had announced to them and everyone else at the party that Draco and Pansy were to get married at the end of the 7th year. That meant the couple had almost two years to get used to the betrothal. Draco may be a Malfoy, but that didn't mean he didn't want the chance to live, a chance to mess around with a few girls. His unwanted betrothal, and the pressure from his father to get the Dark Mark, had pushed him too finally run away from his family. Apparently Pansy hadn't gotten the memo that the engagement being… called off.
"Silly Draco! Do you not remember our engagement?" Pansy crooned her face uncomfortably close to Draco's.
"Yes, I remember," he growled, flinching as she stepped on his toe.
The music changed again and Pansy spun away from him, towards Blaise, who conveniently had to go to the bathroom right at that moment.
Heket landed in Harry Potter's arms, just as Pansy landed in Draco's. Harry smiled at her.
"Hello Harry!" she said brightly, smiling at him. "How have you been?" she asked. Heket had spent the summer with the Order, after Lupin had found her and her mother huddled next to their destroyed house. No one could figure out why Voldemort had attacked their house, considering that her mother was a muggle, and her father either dead of somewhere behind the veil. But the Order had welcomed them with open arms, helping Sarah (her mother) adjust to a world of magic, and giving Heket a safe haven.
Harry sighed, and a shadow crept into his eyes, "I miss him" he said simply.
"I miss him too." Heket whispered, looking down at her feet. "I hate that he never truly got to be happy. I remember him telling me all about the marauders and their plans, when mum and I visited him, And then when he was free, he would always tell me how alike you and James are." She smiled sadly at Harry. "I'm glad he finally for to fight, get outside, even if it did kill him."
Harry nodded. "I still don't understand why he never told us about you."
"I think he was protecting me," Heket said thoughtfully, "His way of keeping me out of trouble. Lord knows I get in enough as if is." Heket grinned at Harry, an exact replica of her father's.
"I don't envy you, spending time with Snape." He grimaced and the dance pulled them apart.
Draco was too lost in hi sown thoughts to notice all the swooning or terrified girls the dance ushered into his arms, until a black haired beauty with mischievous green eyes grabbed his hand.
"Back to the first partner I see," Heket said, smiling at him.
He could only nod and attempt to regain control of his tongue.
"Are you glad we got to miss potions?" she asked, oblivious to Draco's inability to speak. "I sure am, one less hour I have to spend with Snape, and I didn't do the homework, didn't understand it." She scrunched up her nose, "To bad I have detention with him tonight."
Draco finally got his ability to talk back. "Detention?" his disbelief rang through his voice.
"Ya, apparently Snape missed those ground dragon scales more than I though he would." She grinned and shook her head. "Ah, well, at least he didn't ask for them back."
Draco stared at her. What did she need ground dragon scales for? And why the Hell was she not in Slytherin?
The only potions Draco scold think of that used Dragon scales were a complex truth potion that lasted almost twice as long as Veritaserum and had no known resistances, and one that allowed the drinker to 'separate' from their body, allowing the drinker to travel anywhere without the restraints of a physical body. Draco didn't think Heket would need either of these.
The music stopped and Dumbledore motioned for quiet. Once again, Heket's hand lingered in Draco's, sending shivers down his spine.
Hey, umm, Heket, if you need some help in potions… uhmm… I can give you some lessons, that is, if you want them." Shut up! Draco screamed to his mouth.
"Ohmygod! That would be awesome! She answered, grabbing his other hand, jumping up and down in front of him.
"Mrs. Fairnette! Thank you for volunteering!" Dumbledore called, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Heket spun and stared at him.
"Wait… what did I do?" she asked, apparently oblivious to the laughter around her.
""I assumed you were volunteering to show everyone the tango."
Heket blinked. "Umm… sure. But I have no clue how to tango!" she wrinkled her nose cutely.
"Well, I'm sure Mr. Malfoy wouldn't mind leading you." Dumbledore waved his wand and motioned for them to begin.
Heket grinned sheepishly at Draco. "Oops." She whispered. Draco shrugged and took her hand in his, leaning down to put his lips close to her ear, "Take two steps towards me, then two back. After that, I'll lead you."
Heket nodded slightly and took two hesitant steps towards him. Draco mirrored her moves, taking two steps back, before advancing on her, forcing her to move back. Draco led Heket in the rest of the familiar dance. Heket followed along as best she could. Eventually she seemed to grow comfortable with herself, and started doing the dance like it was supposed to be done. In short, the tango was a challenge from one partner to the other, a challenge that was answered exactly. He spun Heket away from himself, her black hair swirling around her shoulders, school skirt fanning around her. She laughed as he pulled her back in, and wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing her face inches from his. Draco's breath hitched in his throat, and the room felt suddenly hotter, and smaller. Heket cleared her throat and stepped back, blushing furiously.
Dumbledore's sharp eyes, focused fully on the dancing teens, caught the small exchange, and his lips turned up slightly at the corners. He had hoped the dance lessons would do more then just teach the students to dance. He waved the music off, and clapped his hands, smiling widely.
"Very good! Thank you!" he called. "That ends our dance lesson! There will be additional classes for all interested in learning how to do that and other advanced dances."
He watched as the students dispersed, paying special attention to Draco Malfoy and Heket Fairnette. The two of them said hasty good-byes and rushed to their respectable houses. Ahh, he thought, to be young and in love!
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