Well, I think this is going to be the last chapter for tonight. I've posted
quite a few. Hope you enjoy it. I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own Draco
Malfoy (dam! He's mad hot! Or at least he will be), I don't own Hermione
Granger, I don't own Reubus Hagrid, I don't own Albus Dumbledore, I don't
own Ron Weasley, I don't own..*rambles on and on, then starts typing story*
Chapter 8 Becoming the Masquerade
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Hermione woke up slowly. She looked at her watch and gasped. She had been out here for almost 6 hours. Hagrid must be worried sick. She quickly mounted Durango and reversed the spell. She rode fast back to Hagrid's cabin.
"Ermione? Yeh're jest gettin back? I thought yeh had come back hours ago!"
"I fell asleep"
"Oh, well yeh jest best get up to the castle, the ball starts in an hour." Hermione stabled Durango, gave him a treat then headed for the common room. Padma and Blaise were yelling back and forth for various items of makeup and jewelry. Hermione shook her head and went up to her room. Grabbing her bathrobe off a chair, she headed into the bathroom to wash the off the horse smell.
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Draco had showered after his emergency Hogsmeade visit. He dressed in black pants and a hunter green shirt. After pulling on a chain mail vest, he took a potion. Standing in front of the mirror, he watched his hair turn raven- wing black and his eyes turn deep brown. He hung a rapier (A/N 17th century Spanish sword) from his belt to complete the look. He had told Pansy he wasn't going to the ball, so she wouldn't miss him. He stepped into the hall to wait.
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Hermione got out of the shower and walked into her room. She flipped on the light and walked over to her closet to get something to wear. She opened the closet door and gasped. Inside the closet was THE dress. It looked exactly like the one in her dream. She was shocked. She had no clue where it came from. Pinned to it was a note.
~Dearest, I await thee at the hour of nine on the Grand Staircase. Watch for the black rose. ~
It was unsigned. Hermione was speechless. A glance at her clock showed she had twenty minutes until nine. She shrieked then dropped her bathrobe in a pile on the floor, and put on the dress. Walking over to her vanity, she found a small vial and another note.
~Dearest, as this is a masquerade, a disguise is required. Drink this and thee shall become thy complete opposite.~
She did a quick test on it to make sure it was safe, then drank it. She looked in the mirror, and was shocked at the transformation. Her hair turned moon-beam white, and her eyes turned sapphire blue, to match her dress. Her skin darkened just a bit, like she had a deep tan. She was shocked to realize she didn't even recognize herself. There was a pair of silver shoes on the floor, and Hermione pulled them on. She felt like a princess. She said a quick spell to put her hair in loose ringlets and half pulled them back, so her face was clear. With a final glance in the mirror at the stranger she had become, she dashed down the stairs and out of the portrait.
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See? I told you it got better. Chapter 9 will probly be the best, Its my current favorite. Anyway, please review!! I'll love you forever!
~W+L~
Chapter 8 Becoming the Masquerade
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Hermione woke up slowly. She looked at her watch and gasped. She had been out here for almost 6 hours. Hagrid must be worried sick. She quickly mounted Durango and reversed the spell. She rode fast back to Hagrid's cabin.
"Ermione? Yeh're jest gettin back? I thought yeh had come back hours ago!"
"I fell asleep"
"Oh, well yeh jest best get up to the castle, the ball starts in an hour." Hermione stabled Durango, gave him a treat then headed for the common room. Padma and Blaise were yelling back and forth for various items of makeup and jewelry. Hermione shook her head and went up to her room. Grabbing her bathrobe off a chair, she headed into the bathroom to wash the off the horse smell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco had showered after his emergency Hogsmeade visit. He dressed in black pants and a hunter green shirt. After pulling on a chain mail vest, he took a potion. Standing in front of the mirror, he watched his hair turn raven- wing black and his eyes turn deep brown. He hung a rapier (A/N 17th century Spanish sword) from his belt to complete the look. He had told Pansy he wasn't going to the ball, so she wouldn't miss him. He stepped into the hall to wait.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione got out of the shower and walked into her room. She flipped on the light and walked over to her closet to get something to wear. She opened the closet door and gasped. Inside the closet was THE dress. It looked exactly like the one in her dream. She was shocked. She had no clue where it came from. Pinned to it was a note.
~Dearest, I await thee at the hour of nine on the Grand Staircase. Watch for the black rose. ~
It was unsigned. Hermione was speechless. A glance at her clock showed she had twenty minutes until nine. She shrieked then dropped her bathrobe in a pile on the floor, and put on the dress. Walking over to her vanity, she found a small vial and another note.
~Dearest, as this is a masquerade, a disguise is required. Drink this and thee shall become thy complete opposite.~
She did a quick test on it to make sure it was safe, then drank it. She looked in the mirror, and was shocked at the transformation. Her hair turned moon-beam white, and her eyes turned sapphire blue, to match her dress. Her skin darkened just a bit, like she had a deep tan. She was shocked to realize she didn't even recognize herself. There was a pair of silver shoes on the floor, and Hermione pulled them on. She felt like a princess. She said a quick spell to put her hair in loose ringlets and half pulled them back, so her face was clear. With a final glance in the mirror at the stranger she had become, she dashed down the stairs and out of the portrait.
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See? I told you it got better. Chapter 9 will probly be the best, Its my current favorite. Anyway, please review!! I'll love you forever!
~W+L~