Chapter 3
Ginny ran out of the party with no care who saw her. She dashed while holding her skirt up, the wind blowing through her hair.
She saw carry with another rose, sitting on the edge of the fountain, in the same position as Hermione found him.
"She'll come...she's come not...she'll come...she'll come not..." he chanted under his breath.
"Who will come?" said Ginny, smirking.
"Um, no one," said Harry, blushing as usual.
Ginny laughed.
Harry stared at her. "Why did you come anyway?" he asked curiously.
IT was Ginny's turn to blush. "Um...well..." she started.
"What, are you in love with me?" he said bluntly.
Ginny blushed.
"Yes you do...yes you do! Admit it !" he said triumphantly, stepping dangerously close to her.
(A/n I hate to interrupt this love scene but we gotta get back to Hermione and Draco for now)
Draco was staring haughtily at Hermione dancing with Prince Ron and having a jolly old time.
"Haha, Ron, I bet a game of chess after this that you will step on my feet in the next five minutes!" said Hermione laughing her head off.
"Oh yeah, please I'm a prince I can dance better than anyone in this whole damn party!" he said jovially, after drinking way too much firewhiskey.
Draco was watching her with a glass of wine and a still haughty mood in his face.
Queen Narcissa and King Lucius noticed where his eyes were and narrowed their eyes.
"Where is your fiancé?" demanded King Lucius, after having an animated conversation with King Arthur.
"Um, I don't know, probably the bathroom," said Draco in a bored voice.
"Well. I have not seen you dance with her at once this whole evening," he said suspiciously.
Now Draco was getting angry.
"I don't know ! She probably has a stomachache or something!" he shouted, and stormed to the other side of the room.
Hermione watched him in the corner of her eye as the song ended. She was sweating after all the dancing and decided to get a glass of wine and sit on one of the wooden benches. She noticed the look of longing every girl gave Draco as he was standing in the corner. As if every girl was dying to ask him to dance.
But he was just being his arrogant self.
Hermione noticed that he was coming toward her. She really didn't want to hear him insult her after she had such a good time with the prince (who was also her best friend).
He sneered when he saw her.
"Is the poor girl having a good time?" he smirked.
"As a matter of fact the poor girl is having a better time than the rich snob," she said, with her nose in the air.
"I bet she is," the prince added in an undertone.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she said defiantly.
"You know," he said mysteriously. "I see the way you look at the prince."
"I cannot believe we just met and you are already hating and insulting me! I did nothing wrong to you! And I don't know what you mean by the prince looking at me in a certain way! How could you say that when he is my best friend? We have known each other since we were five!" she exclaimed angrily.
"And why am I explaining this to you?" she added.
"I don't know, I didn't ask you to," he said stubbornly.
"Well then shut up already! I'm sick of your wise cracks! So what if I'm poor? That's none of your business!" she said angrily.
Draco just stared ahead of him angrily as Hermione dashed off to meet the prince once again.
The song just started.
I'd give up forever to touch you,
cause I know that you feel me somehow,
you're the closest to Heaven,
that I'll ever be,
and I don't wanna go home right now.
Hermione and Ron were dancing slow. Just then Draco had an idea just to torture her. He didn't know why he hated her so much.
"May I steal her away?" he said charmingly to Ron, and smiling a wicked smile at her.
Her heart flip flopped in the inside but she knew he was just doing this to make her angry.
And all I can taste is this moment,
and all I can breathe is your life,
but sooner or later it's over,
I just don't wanna miss you tonight.
"What are you doing?" she hissed to Draco. Draco was a smooth slow dancer, no doubt about that. As much as she was enjoying the dance, enjoying his warm breath on her face, enjoying his wicked smile, she had to make believe she hated him.
Why?
Maybe because he just seemed to hate her.
And I don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think that they'd understand
but when everything's meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am
and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
or the moment of truth in your lies,
and when everything feels like the movies
yeah you'll bleed just to know you're alive.
And I don't want the world to see me,
cause I don't think that they'd understand,
but when everything's meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am
"My, my, you are a fine dancer," he smirked. Hermione blushed. He loved making women blush. He didn't think he would ever make her blush, though.
And I don't want the world to see me,
cause I don't' think that they'd understand
but when everything's meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am
and I don't want the world to see me,
cause I don't think that they'd understand,
but when everything's meant to be broken,
I just want you know who I am.
I just want you to know who I am,
I just want you to know who I am,
I just want you to know who I am.
After the song ended Draco bowed and kissed her hand.
"Not bad for a poor girl," he smirked.
Hermione was looking through the insults. That was the most greatest dance she ever had, and she was the best dancer in town.
But what really made Hermione's heart race was that the first dance he had at the party was with her.
Not exactly your romantic evening, but Hermione was seeing every little thing that he did, even if it meant that it was just a crush.
Hermione, feeling dizzy, went to join Ron, who was gambling King Lucius.
"Aha, now you owe me fifty pounds!" he said triumphantly. The king scowled.
At the Fountain
(Back to the love scene)
"I uh, I uh.." said Ginny.
"You what?" he smirked, stepping near her.
"Ginny?" he asked through the chirping of the crickets.
"Yeah?" she breathed.
"What do you see in a poor man like me?" he said, still smirking.
"How do you know I like you?" she sneered, though nervously.
"Because I don't think Hermione forgot to tell you the part that if you came to me in the stroke of midnight that means you love me, and you choose me over the prince," he said simply.
Ginny gasped. "Your right!"
Harry said, smiling, "About what?"
"That I love you!" she cried. " and I don't care who hears it !" she added, off the top of her voice.
Harry laughed and kissed her fiercely.
Ginny would never guess that she, a princess, would be kissing the baker's son, under the full moon.
(Back to Hermione)
Hermione was just sitting and watching them gamble over a glass of wine , still daydreaming about that dance.
Draco watched her and smirked.
He wasn't called a dragon for nothing...
(A/n I like to think of this story as romantic...play with me here alright! I had a good time writing this chapter! Next one will come quickly. I solemnly swear that its up to no good. Haha Review my audience!)