A/N: Here is more of the story of the graduation party.
Here is a little replay of what has happened so far…..
Hermione and Draco are Head Girl and Boy and made a graduation dance for the 7th year students. They are having a masked ball and the students don't know their partners. Hermione just found out that her parents work for Voldemort and we wonder if Voldemort is really dead…
Chapter Five: Bad Mood
Harry stood at the end of the Great Hall near the big doors. He sighed impatiently; if Ron didn't hurry up and finish eating then they are bound to be late for Transfiguration. He didn't care for a scolding by Professor McGonagall today.
The Great Hall emptied quickly as the two-minute bell rang for the students to hurry up.
"Ron! Will you hurry up before I leave without you!" Harry yelled over at his redheaded friend.
Ron hurriedly shoved the last bit of egg into his mouth and stood up. Reaching for his books, he took a sip of his milk.
"Alright! I'm coming! Hold your horses!" Ron ran over and the two boys ran out of the Great Hall.
They were going to be late, Harry just knew it. Sure enough, the bell rang as they ran up to the third floor, almost falling off of one of the moving staircases.
"Damnit Ron! You made us late!" Harry groaned at his friend. Ron just glared over.
"Well, you didn't have to wait for me." Ron mumbled to himself as they got to the Transfiguration classroom.
They ran in and saw that Professor McGonagall wasn't there and neither was her anamigus form, the cat.
"Where is she?" Harry muttered.
"Who cares? Let's sit down before she comes in and sees us." Ron said and sat down in his seat. Harry followed, but was still wondering where the teacher has gone.
The girls were all muttering to their friends in the classroom. It most likely was not about their missing Transfiguration teacher, but about the Masked Ball that was to take place that Saturday, which was only 2 days away. Harry would rather fight another Horntail than meet his prearranged date there. Ron didn't feel that way though. He seemed totally comfortable and confidant that he had chosen the right girl.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about Ron entering the Great Hall that was decorated so elegantly with ribbons of scarlet and gold, silver and emerald, black and yellow, and blue and bronze; the house colors. He could see his mystery date being Pansy Perkinson, the ex-girlfriend of Draco Malfoy.
Ron looked over at Harry with confusion.
"What' so funny, mate?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head.
"Nothing at all." He replied. Looking around the classroom, he noticed that Hermione was not there.
Harry nudged Ron in the ribs.
"Ouch. What?"
"Do you know where Hermione is?" Harry asked, pointing over at the empty seat.
"No." Ron replied worriedly. "I hope she's alright."
"Me too."
The young girl sat at the edge of the grounds near the lake. She wanted to go to class, but she was told to meet the ministry at the lake. She didn't feel like talking with anyone at the moment. She would try to forget about her parents, but failed. She then began to sing silently to herself.
Closing her eyes, a light rain began to trickle down from the cloudy sky. Soon, it turned into a heavy rain. Hermione smiled and allowed the raindrops to pour onto her face and onto her clothes, sticking them to her. Standing up, she began to dance, singing along with the fluent movements. She had been taking ballet, swing, tango, and all other dances since she was five. She was very good and decided she wouldn't enter dance contests even though her instructors would ask her to.
She took off her school robe, shoes, and socks. She was now dancing in her skirt and dress shirt. Not caring if anyone saw her, she continued her movements, silently singing her favorite song,
Imagining herself in a room full of hanging crystal chandeliers and rows of lighted cream, colored candles. Her heeled feet echoed around the light colored walls as she walked to the middle. She wore lavender 3-inch high heels with a light purple dress that hung on her hips. She continued to move gracefully, pretending that she was dancing with a partner.
Her eyes shut, she felt someone wrap their left hand around her waist, and intertwine their right hand with hers. She could tell it was a man, and liked the way his fingertips gripped her hips as she slipped into a state of bliss.
They danced like this for what seemed like hours. Starting at ballet, moving into a slow movement, then to a faster pace. Soon she was out of breathe and could no longer take the curiosity that buzzed at her. Hermione wanted to know who was dancing with her, and was going to find out. Slowly she opened her chocolate brown eyes to stare into icy-blue ones. The thought of whom they could belong to was left for her to wonder, for the boy had disappeared into thin air. She would have thought this weird if she weren't a witch.
"I hope I have him as my dance partner." The teenaged girl though out loud. While dancing with the mysterious boy, the anger, hate, confusion, and all other emotions seemed to be swept away from her. She had no other care in the world; she just concentrated on the heat that was generating between the two of them. She laughed at herself. She had fallen for a boy that she doesn't even know exists.
Hermine put her uniform back on and walked back into the castle, she doubted the ministry would come out here in the rain.
As the school was busing about the coming up ball, they found it more and more difficult to concentrate on schoolwork. Snape was being especially mean and handing them extra homework. No one really cared though; the ball was coming, and they would soon know whom they were going with.
A/N: Alright then. The next chapter is probably the chapter that you all have been waiting for, The Masked Ball. Be prepared. And can anyone guess on who or what was dancing with Hermione? Props on whoever gets it correct and why this person would do it.