~*Rising Temptations*~
Well people here's another chappy. This is the one you've all been waiting for . . .
THE BALL!!! YAY! You know what that means, reviews, reviews, and some more
reviews, but of course you know that. But I still need to remind you. Enjoy!
Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: Come on, you know the whole deal.
Chapter 11 - The Halloween Ball:
"Oh my gods! Are you mad? How can you even think of putting Parvati with
Crabbe?"
Hermione was near a heart attack as she skimmed Draco's matches. The two were
sitting in their common room working on their assignment. So far, everything was a
mess. Draco found it fun to annoy Hermione by putting people who would rather
scratch out each other's eyeballs together. They were way behind schedule. The
matches were to be handed in to Dumbledore the next day and they had made barely
any progress.
"Oh and for the last time! Ron is with Lavender!"
"Well gee I'm so sorry your majesty. I just thought the Weasel doesn't deserve her. I
personally think he'd be better off with Midge."
"Midge? As in Midge Blamel? The girl with acne so bad you can barely see her
face?" Hermione groaned.
"My point exactly. A perfect match am I not mistaken?"
Hermione inhaled sharply and calmed her nerves before glaring into Draco's silver
eyes. Suddenly her stomach turned from disgust to serene. Somehow his eyes put her
into a dream-like trance and all her anger vanished.
"Do I have a purple nose or something, because you can stop staring."
Hermione snapped out of her daydream and a scowl replaced her slight smile.
"So anyways, who could Pansy go with?"
"That's a hard one, is there a guy who is as much as a slut as she is?" Hermione
muttered.
Surprisingly, Draco laughed. He had a pretend look of concentration on his face as he
scanned the list of Seven Year guys.
"How about Neville Longbottom?"
Hermione almost gagged. "Neville? With Pansy Parkinson? That's like putting a tiger
with an ant!"
"So that's a yes?"
Hermione threw up her arms and forced down a scream. "Malfoy! Why do you have
to make everything so damn difficult? I need to take a break. You're bad for my
health."
Draco carelessly waved her away and settled into the Slytherine couch himself.
Hermione stormed up the stairs and slammed her door behind her. She jumped onto
her bed and screamed into her pillow. God, how can I love and hate someone so much
at the same time? Is it even possible to feel what I feel? Arg, I'm so confused.
Hermione flipped over and stared at the clouds rolling by on her magical ceiling. The
clouds were so beautiful, so carefree, so-. . .
When Hermione woke up, her room was dark and silent. She found herself lying on
her pillow covered with the blanket. Strange, I don't remember actually crawling into
bed, unless someone tucked me in. Draco? No, impossible, he wouldn't do something
like that. Harry? Hermione sighed and forced the image of Harry and Ginny together
out of her mind. Yes, Harry probably did, but just cause he's one of my best friends.
Well there's no point of going back to sleep so I might as well get up. Hermione stood
up and walked over to her balcony door. She stepped outside and took in the fresh
night air. Leaning against the railing, Hermione looked up at the sky to find countless
stars scattered around.
"Aren't you going to say thank you?"
Hermione's head jerked toward the voice and saw Draco looking back at her. She
didn't realize that they shared a balcony.
"And why exactly would I need to?"
"Oh just maybe for the fact that you didn't freeze while dreaming."
"You're the one who - "
"Yeah, but only because freezing to death is so lame. I would much rather prefer
something like getting murdered mysteriously at midnight."
Hermione laughed and secretly hoped he was just joking.
"Oh and also I finished matching the lists and gave it to Dumbledore."
"Wow thanks so much, Draco." Wow, that felt weird actually calling him by his first
name. Draco nodded and turned back to gaze up at the sky.
"Come here, I want to show you something."
Hermione approached Draco with caution keeping in mind the whole midnight
murder thing.
"Do you see that star up there on the right side of the cluster that looks like a hand?"
"Um," Hermione's eyes roamed the sky trying to locate the 'hand'. Suddenly she felt
Draco's arms around her. She stiffened as Draco lifted her arm up and molded her
hand so that she was pointing.
"Follow your finger," he whispered into her ear and a shiver ran down her back.
Hermione's eyes locked onto her finger as Draco gently guided it.
"There, you're pointing to it now. You see that star?"
Hermione studied the beautiful sparkle and nodded.
"That's my star, you know."
"It's yours? How?"
"Fate made it mine."
Hermione didn't answer but wondered over his words. Draco sensed her confusion
and pulled away from her.
"Spin around with your eyes closed and her finger pointing towards the sky. Stop
whenever you feel like."
Hermione closed her eyes and started to spin. The cold air rushed past her ears and
her tank top rippled slightly. Hermione stopped spinning, but kept her eyes closed
until the dizziness stopped. Slowly she opened her eyes and peered over at where her
finger pointed to. There it was. The little speck of light that fate has chosen for her.
"It's beautiful," Draco muttered and fell into step beside her.
"Yeah, it is."
The day of the Ball came and Hermione was woken at 4:30 am due to screams and
yells coming from outside her room. She rubbed her eyes and stuck her head out her
door to check things out. She saw Padma, Parvati and Lavender running around in
bathrobes.
"Lav! Where's my cucumber face mask paste?"
"Oh my gosh! I can't find my tweezers!"
"I just totally ruined my left toenail!"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh as the three fussed over every little thing about their
appearance.
"Ooh! Hermione you're finally up! Didn't you say that you usually get up early?"
Padma gushed and rushed over to the tired Head girl.
"I do, but 4:30 am isn't my idea of early. It's practically still night time!"
"Oh Herms, that's nonsense. Come on, we have to fix you up. You're a total mess!"
"Padma! The ball is at 6 pm. That's pm, not am and thank you very much but I'm fine
being a mess."
"Fine, fine. Have it your way, but don't come running to us tonight if you still look
like a dust ball."
Hermione smiled at her friend promised that she wouldn't. Soon after that all the guys
and Blaise trudged out of their bedrooms.
"Did you know that those three took every bit of space in the bathroom with make up
and girl stuff and make up and girl stuff and - "
"We get the point Harry," Blaise said and patted him on the arm.
The prefects and Heads were stuck sitting on the couches while waiting for the
threesome to finish.
"You do know that they're not going to be done until the ball starts," Justin pointed
out.
"So when are our costume going to be delivered?" Hermione asked, ignoring Justin's
statement.
The others shrugged and glanced at their watches. 6:45 am, and utterly bored. How
pathetic, Hermione thought.
"Maybe after breakfast?" Said Blaise.
"Speaking of breakfast, I'm so incredibly famished." Said Draco.
Everyone nodded glumly. Hermione sighed and leaned back into the couch, resting
her head on top. Without even trying, everyone slumped back into sleep while the
other three were busy making their fingernails symmetrical.
"Oh, I'm so stuffed!" Exclaimed Harry as he and Hermione walked back into their
Common Room after breakfast.
Hermione had to agree. She ate so much that she had to get Harry to support her on
their walk back.
"Hey guys! Our costumes are here, but we can't open them until 3:30." Parvati said.
"Were you guys here the whole time? Did you even have breakfast?" Hermione
asked.
"Of course, Padma made us each a protein shake."
Hermione and Harry exchanged looks.
"I don't want to know what goes into a protein shake," Harry muttered.
Once inside her room, Hermione noticed the brown box sitting on top of her bed. Her
name was printed clearly across the top along with the words 'Do not open until 3:30
pm, request from the Headmaster.' It was only 10:55.
Otherwise than lunch, Hermione spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in
her room absorbed in her huge stack of books she borrowed the previous day. When
3:30 finally came, according to the various squeals that came from outside, Hermione
marked her page and began excavating the box. The first thing she picked up was a
sheet of paper with a series of spells written on it. Underneath was a letter explaining
that Hermione was to lay everything out on her bed and say all the spells in the
correct order. They were to change her appearance and dress her the exact way she
was supposed to look. Wrapped in brown paper was the most beautiful black gown
Hermione had ever seen. It was strapless with tiny sequins on the front that ran down
the seams and the skirt part was made out of many layers of fabric so thin and delicate
that the slightest touch stirred it. The back had criss-cross ribbons that ended in a
beautiful silky bow. In other wrapped bundle was a matching black mask with the
same sequins as the dress around the edge. The other bundles contained black high
heeled shoes and many pieces of jewelry. Hermione quickly took a shower and
returned to her room. With her wand and the list of spells in her hands, Hermione took
a breath and started to read out the spells. Hermione half watched half concentrated at
reading as the items on her bed flew towards her. The magnificent gown fitted itself
over the girl and the bow did it self up with ease. The shoes slipped onto her feet and
the jewelry put itself on her as well. Hermione's brown hair grew longer and longer
and turned darker and darker until it was jet black down to the middle of her back and
her light brown highlights turned white. Hermione's skin became paler. Her eyes
became ebony black and her lips fuller. Her eyelashes turned thicker and a lot blacker.
Smoky makeup flawlessly applied onto Hermione's eyes. She stopped reading at the
last spell. She was sure that the last one would be to put on her mask. Hermione let
out a loud sigh. She changed so much. No one would be able to recognize her as the
Gryffindor know-it-all. Now she was some kind of gothic princess. As Hermione was
about to put the spells away, she noticed new words appearing on the back.
"The prince in midnight black awaits you," she read aloud.
Hermione checked the clock. Ten minutes till six. She twirled around in front of her
mirror and suddenly noticed lots and lots of black rose pedals everywhere on the
ground.
'Where did those come from?'
Hermione stepped back to get a closer look and to her amazement, more pedals fell
gracefully to the ground. She walked to her closet and looked back. Sure enough, a
trail of pedals replaced her steps.
'So basically I have a train of black rose pedals wherever I go.' Hermione grinned.
This was way too cool. She took her eyes off the ground and to the clock again. Two
more minutes. Hermione muttered the last spell and sure enough, the mask rose and
gently fitted itself on her face. Taking one last look-over, she flicked her long black
hair over her shoulder and opened the door.
In her common room, Hermione saw a cowboy and a cowgirl link arms and set out
towards the Great Hall. She scanned the room and noticed someone standing with his
back facing her. He was wearing a long black cape and had hair the same color as
hers.
Hermione quietly made her way down the staircase and walked over to him. She
cleared her throat. He turned around and stared at her through his black mask.
"My princess, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the ball?" He said
smoothly and bowing slightly.
Hermione smiled and returned his bow with a curtsey.
"The pleasure is all mine." Her voice sounded smoother and deeper.
He offered his arm to Hermione and she took it. Together they exited the common
room and walked to the Great Hall.
Once inside, Hermione noticed what a good job the Prefects did. The air was foggy
and smelled like pumpkins. Dead trees and shifting tombstones decorated the room.
Flying jack-o-lanterns and long black candles floated above the students. Eerie music
and sinister laughs sounded in the background as song after song played loudly. Out
of curiosity, Hermione glanced back and saw that her rose pedals were still leaving a
path. She saw couples dressed up as monsters, magical creatures, fictional characters,
and even Hogwarts teachers. Everyone stopped to look at the two in all black.
"Hey, I love your costume," a girl wearing a fairy costume said as Hermione walked
past.
"So do you want to dance?" Her mysterious date asked.
"Of course."
They twirled elegantly to the music and Hermione could've sworn that one of the
spells made her a better dancer. The students watched in awe as the couple swirled
past, her dress whirling and his cape flying out behind him. The whole time,
Hermione never left her eyes off him. They were as black as her own but full of
warmth. Hermione didn't know how much time had passed or how long they danced.
To her, time stood still. Costumed figures blended together into a blur and the only
thing she saw was him.
"Do you want to rest for a while?"
His voice brought back the surroundings.
"Sure, let's go get a drink."
They walked over to the food table and poured themselves a glass of pumpkin ale.
"You know, with all these people, it is getting a bit stuffy in here don't you agree?"
Hermione nodded and sipped at her drink.
"Let's go sit outside."
They weaved through dancing pairs and made their way out into the refreshing night
air. Hermione sat on one of the stone benches and her date did so as well beside her.
"So what do you think of the Ball?" Hermione asked.
"It's not bad, but you can't recognize anyone." He replied gazing up at the sky. "Not
even your date."
"True. So tell me a bit about you. I mean obviously you're Draco, Justin or Harry, but
I have no idea which one."
"Well there isn't much I can tell you without giving myself away. But I can eliminate
one of your choices. I'm not Justin."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that one out. I mean, it's so easy to tell that Justin and Padma
are made for each other." Hermione laughed. "I guess I just gave away that I'm not
Padma."
"Let's dance." He said, abruptly changing the subject.
Hermione stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same around
her waist. The song was slow and they swayed side to side to the melody while
turning around in circles. Soon scattered black rose pedals encircled them.
Hermione's mind once again wandered to the time. She knew that when the Ball
ended at 10, everyone's spells would diminish and her real identity will be revealed.
She felt his arms wrap tighter around her waist and force her to take another step in
towards him. Hermione felt his eyes on her face and she looked up to match his gaze.
From inside the Great Hall, she heard the students start to count down till 10.
"10, 9, 8 - "
He leaned in towards Hermione and her heart beat quickened. She couldn't move, her
body frozen to the spot.
"- 5, 4, 3 - "
She could feel his breath on her lip.
"- 2, 1!""
The space in between them closed and Hermione was swept up into the moment. All
that was on her mind was the kiss and she didn't realize her hair becoming shorter and
curlier. She opened her eyes a bit then pulled back in surprise, gasping.
Well it's kind of obvious who it is right? Well remember to REVIEW or else I'm not
updating . . . By the way, midterms are coming REALLY soon so please don't expect
me to update for a while and also I'm gonna be away for Christmas, and not have
access to a computer either. I'm SO sorry, I'll try my best to get another chappy in
before the holidays! Later!
~dragon tamer
Well people here's another chappy. This is the one you've all been waiting for . . .
THE BALL!!! YAY! You know what that means, reviews, reviews, and some more
reviews, but of course you know that. But I still need to remind you. Enjoy!
Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: Come on, you know the whole deal.
Chapter 11 - The Halloween Ball:
"Oh my gods! Are you mad? How can you even think of putting Parvati with
Crabbe?"
Hermione was near a heart attack as she skimmed Draco's matches. The two were
sitting in their common room working on their assignment. So far, everything was a
mess. Draco found it fun to annoy Hermione by putting people who would rather
scratch out each other's eyeballs together. They were way behind schedule. The
matches were to be handed in to Dumbledore the next day and they had made barely
any progress.
"Oh and for the last time! Ron is with Lavender!"
"Well gee I'm so sorry your majesty. I just thought the Weasel doesn't deserve her. I
personally think he'd be better off with Midge."
"Midge? As in Midge Blamel? The girl with acne so bad you can barely see her
face?" Hermione groaned.
"My point exactly. A perfect match am I not mistaken?"
Hermione inhaled sharply and calmed her nerves before glaring into Draco's silver
eyes. Suddenly her stomach turned from disgust to serene. Somehow his eyes put her
into a dream-like trance and all her anger vanished.
"Do I have a purple nose or something, because you can stop staring."
Hermione snapped out of her daydream and a scowl replaced her slight smile.
"So anyways, who could Pansy go with?"
"That's a hard one, is there a guy who is as much as a slut as she is?" Hermione
muttered.
Surprisingly, Draco laughed. He had a pretend look of concentration on his face as he
scanned the list of Seven Year guys.
"How about Neville Longbottom?"
Hermione almost gagged. "Neville? With Pansy Parkinson? That's like putting a tiger
with an ant!"
"So that's a yes?"
Hermione threw up her arms and forced down a scream. "Malfoy! Why do you have
to make everything so damn difficult? I need to take a break. You're bad for my
health."
Draco carelessly waved her away and settled into the Slytherine couch himself.
Hermione stormed up the stairs and slammed her door behind her. She jumped onto
her bed and screamed into her pillow. God, how can I love and hate someone so much
at the same time? Is it even possible to feel what I feel? Arg, I'm so confused.
Hermione flipped over and stared at the clouds rolling by on her magical ceiling. The
clouds were so beautiful, so carefree, so-. . .
When Hermione woke up, her room was dark and silent. She found herself lying on
her pillow covered with the blanket. Strange, I don't remember actually crawling into
bed, unless someone tucked me in. Draco? No, impossible, he wouldn't do something
like that. Harry? Hermione sighed and forced the image of Harry and Ginny together
out of her mind. Yes, Harry probably did, but just cause he's one of my best friends.
Well there's no point of going back to sleep so I might as well get up. Hermione stood
up and walked over to her balcony door. She stepped outside and took in the fresh
night air. Leaning against the railing, Hermione looked up at the sky to find countless
stars scattered around.
"Aren't you going to say thank you?"
Hermione's head jerked toward the voice and saw Draco looking back at her. She
didn't realize that they shared a balcony.
"And why exactly would I need to?"
"Oh just maybe for the fact that you didn't freeze while dreaming."
"You're the one who - "
"Yeah, but only because freezing to death is so lame. I would much rather prefer
something like getting murdered mysteriously at midnight."
Hermione laughed and secretly hoped he was just joking.
"Oh and also I finished matching the lists and gave it to Dumbledore."
"Wow thanks so much, Draco." Wow, that felt weird actually calling him by his first
name. Draco nodded and turned back to gaze up at the sky.
"Come here, I want to show you something."
Hermione approached Draco with caution keeping in mind the whole midnight
murder thing.
"Do you see that star up there on the right side of the cluster that looks like a hand?"
"Um," Hermione's eyes roamed the sky trying to locate the 'hand'. Suddenly she felt
Draco's arms around her. She stiffened as Draco lifted her arm up and molded her
hand so that she was pointing.
"Follow your finger," he whispered into her ear and a shiver ran down her back.
Hermione's eyes locked onto her finger as Draco gently guided it.
"There, you're pointing to it now. You see that star?"
Hermione studied the beautiful sparkle and nodded.
"That's my star, you know."
"It's yours? How?"
"Fate made it mine."
Hermione didn't answer but wondered over his words. Draco sensed her confusion
and pulled away from her.
"Spin around with your eyes closed and her finger pointing towards the sky. Stop
whenever you feel like."
Hermione closed her eyes and started to spin. The cold air rushed past her ears and
her tank top rippled slightly. Hermione stopped spinning, but kept her eyes closed
until the dizziness stopped. Slowly she opened her eyes and peered over at where her
finger pointed to. There it was. The little speck of light that fate has chosen for her.
"It's beautiful," Draco muttered and fell into step beside her.
"Yeah, it is."
The day of the Ball came and Hermione was woken at 4:30 am due to screams and
yells coming from outside her room. She rubbed her eyes and stuck her head out her
door to check things out. She saw Padma, Parvati and Lavender running around in
bathrobes.
"Lav! Where's my cucumber face mask paste?"
"Oh my gosh! I can't find my tweezers!"
"I just totally ruined my left toenail!"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh as the three fussed over every little thing about their
appearance.
"Ooh! Hermione you're finally up! Didn't you say that you usually get up early?"
Padma gushed and rushed over to the tired Head girl.
"I do, but 4:30 am isn't my idea of early. It's practically still night time!"
"Oh Herms, that's nonsense. Come on, we have to fix you up. You're a total mess!"
"Padma! The ball is at 6 pm. That's pm, not am and thank you very much but I'm fine
being a mess."
"Fine, fine. Have it your way, but don't come running to us tonight if you still look
like a dust ball."
Hermione smiled at her friend promised that she wouldn't. Soon after that all the guys
and Blaise trudged out of their bedrooms.
"Did you know that those three took every bit of space in the bathroom with make up
and girl stuff and make up and girl stuff and - "
"We get the point Harry," Blaise said and patted him on the arm.
The prefects and Heads were stuck sitting on the couches while waiting for the
threesome to finish.
"You do know that they're not going to be done until the ball starts," Justin pointed
out.
"So when are our costume going to be delivered?" Hermione asked, ignoring Justin's
statement.
The others shrugged and glanced at their watches. 6:45 am, and utterly bored. How
pathetic, Hermione thought.
"Maybe after breakfast?" Said Blaise.
"Speaking of breakfast, I'm so incredibly famished." Said Draco.
Everyone nodded glumly. Hermione sighed and leaned back into the couch, resting
her head on top. Without even trying, everyone slumped back into sleep while the
other three were busy making their fingernails symmetrical.
"Oh, I'm so stuffed!" Exclaimed Harry as he and Hermione walked back into their
Common Room after breakfast.
Hermione had to agree. She ate so much that she had to get Harry to support her on
their walk back.
"Hey guys! Our costumes are here, but we can't open them until 3:30." Parvati said.
"Were you guys here the whole time? Did you even have breakfast?" Hermione
asked.
"Of course, Padma made us each a protein shake."
Hermione and Harry exchanged looks.
"I don't want to know what goes into a protein shake," Harry muttered.
Once inside her room, Hermione noticed the brown box sitting on top of her bed. Her
name was printed clearly across the top along with the words 'Do not open until 3:30
pm, request from the Headmaster.' It was only 10:55.
Otherwise than lunch, Hermione spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in
her room absorbed in her huge stack of books she borrowed the previous day. When
3:30 finally came, according to the various squeals that came from outside, Hermione
marked her page and began excavating the box. The first thing she picked up was a
sheet of paper with a series of spells written on it. Underneath was a letter explaining
that Hermione was to lay everything out on her bed and say all the spells in the
correct order. They were to change her appearance and dress her the exact way she
was supposed to look. Wrapped in brown paper was the most beautiful black gown
Hermione had ever seen. It was strapless with tiny sequins on the front that ran down
the seams and the skirt part was made out of many layers of fabric so thin and delicate
that the slightest touch stirred it. The back had criss-cross ribbons that ended in a
beautiful silky bow. In other wrapped bundle was a matching black mask with the
same sequins as the dress around the edge. The other bundles contained black high
heeled shoes and many pieces of jewelry. Hermione quickly took a shower and
returned to her room. With her wand and the list of spells in her hands, Hermione took
a breath and started to read out the spells. Hermione half watched half concentrated at
reading as the items on her bed flew towards her. The magnificent gown fitted itself
over the girl and the bow did it self up with ease. The shoes slipped onto her feet and
the jewelry put itself on her as well. Hermione's brown hair grew longer and longer
and turned darker and darker until it was jet black down to the middle of her back and
her light brown highlights turned white. Hermione's skin became paler. Her eyes
became ebony black and her lips fuller. Her eyelashes turned thicker and a lot blacker.
Smoky makeup flawlessly applied onto Hermione's eyes. She stopped reading at the
last spell. She was sure that the last one would be to put on her mask. Hermione let
out a loud sigh. She changed so much. No one would be able to recognize her as the
Gryffindor know-it-all. Now she was some kind of gothic princess. As Hermione was
about to put the spells away, she noticed new words appearing on the back.
"The prince in midnight black awaits you," she read aloud.
Hermione checked the clock. Ten minutes till six. She twirled around in front of her
mirror and suddenly noticed lots and lots of black rose pedals everywhere on the
ground.
'Where did those come from?'
Hermione stepped back to get a closer look and to her amazement, more pedals fell
gracefully to the ground. She walked to her closet and looked back. Sure enough, a
trail of pedals replaced her steps.
'So basically I have a train of black rose pedals wherever I go.' Hermione grinned.
This was way too cool. She took her eyes off the ground and to the clock again. Two
more minutes. Hermione muttered the last spell and sure enough, the mask rose and
gently fitted itself on her face. Taking one last look-over, she flicked her long black
hair over her shoulder and opened the door.
In her common room, Hermione saw a cowboy and a cowgirl link arms and set out
towards the Great Hall. She scanned the room and noticed someone standing with his
back facing her. He was wearing a long black cape and had hair the same color as
hers.
Hermione quietly made her way down the staircase and walked over to him. She
cleared her throat. He turned around and stared at her through his black mask.
"My princess, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the ball?" He said
smoothly and bowing slightly.
Hermione smiled and returned his bow with a curtsey.
"The pleasure is all mine." Her voice sounded smoother and deeper.
He offered his arm to Hermione and she took it. Together they exited the common
room and walked to the Great Hall.
Once inside, Hermione noticed what a good job the Prefects did. The air was foggy
and smelled like pumpkins. Dead trees and shifting tombstones decorated the room.
Flying jack-o-lanterns and long black candles floated above the students. Eerie music
and sinister laughs sounded in the background as song after song played loudly. Out
of curiosity, Hermione glanced back and saw that her rose pedals were still leaving a
path. She saw couples dressed up as monsters, magical creatures, fictional characters,
and even Hogwarts teachers. Everyone stopped to look at the two in all black.
"Hey, I love your costume," a girl wearing a fairy costume said as Hermione walked
past.
"So do you want to dance?" Her mysterious date asked.
"Of course."
They twirled elegantly to the music and Hermione could've sworn that one of the
spells made her a better dancer. The students watched in awe as the couple swirled
past, her dress whirling and his cape flying out behind him. The whole time,
Hermione never left her eyes off him. They were as black as her own but full of
warmth. Hermione didn't know how much time had passed or how long they danced.
To her, time stood still. Costumed figures blended together into a blur and the only
thing she saw was him.
"Do you want to rest for a while?"
His voice brought back the surroundings.
"Sure, let's go get a drink."
They walked over to the food table and poured themselves a glass of pumpkin ale.
"You know, with all these people, it is getting a bit stuffy in here don't you agree?"
Hermione nodded and sipped at her drink.
"Let's go sit outside."
They weaved through dancing pairs and made their way out into the refreshing night
air. Hermione sat on one of the stone benches and her date did so as well beside her.
"So what do you think of the Ball?" Hermione asked.
"It's not bad, but you can't recognize anyone." He replied gazing up at the sky. "Not
even your date."
"True. So tell me a bit about you. I mean obviously you're Draco, Justin or Harry, but
I have no idea which one."
"Well there isn't much I can tell you without giving myself away. But I can eliminate
one of your choices. I'm not Justin."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that one out. I mean, it's so easy to tell that Justin and Padma
are made for each other." Hermione laughed. "I guess I just gave away that I'm not
Padma."
"Let's dance." He said, abruptly changing the subject.
Hermione stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same around
her waist. The song was slow and they swayed side to side to the melody while
turning around in circles. Soon scattered black rose pedals encircled them.
Hermione's mind once again wandered to the time. She knew that when the Ball
ended at 10, everyone's spells would diminish and her real identity will be revealed.
She felt his arms wrap tighter around her waist and force her to take another step in
towards him. Hermione felt his eyes on her face and she looked up to match his gaze.
From inside the Great Hall, she heard the students start to count down till 10.
"10, 9, 8 - "
He leaned in towards Hermione and her heart beat quickened. She couldn't move, her
body frozen to the spot.
"- 5, 4, 3 - "
She could feel his breath on her lip.
"- 2, 1!""
The space in between them closed and Hermione was swept up into the moment. All
that was on her mind was the kiss and she didn't realize her hair becoming shorter and
curlier. She opened her eyes a bit then pulled back in surprise, gasping.
Well it's kind of obvious who it is right? Well remember to REVIEW or else I'm not
updating . . . By the way, midterms are coming REALLY soon so please don't expect
me to update for a while and also I'm gonna be away for Christmas, and not have
access to a computer either. I'm SO sorry, I'll try my best to get another chappy in
before the holidays! Later!
~dragon tamer