Author's Note: Hi, everyone! Just want to let you know that this is the edited version of chapter one, because it had many grammar and plot mistakes. Gosh, I wrote it when I was like, eleven. Now I'm thirteen. So, enjoy this newly updated version.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize for the Harry Potter series.
Chapter One
Hermione shivered as a cold wind bit her exposed back. Her teeth chattered and continuous clacks could be heard echoing through the night. She was dressed in a rosy pink dress that really showed her off. She was now a dark brunette with loose flowing curls that tumbled down her back.
She drew her sweater from her waist and wrapped it close around her body. Hermione pushed her mask closer to her face, for it had been sliding down her nose.
She turned and walked slowly down the hallway to the ballroom. Pink and yellow roses donned the walls of the ballroom, matching perfectly with her dress.
Couples all around the room laughed and danced and talked joyfully. There was one particular man, though, that stood in a corner by himself with his hands twitching nervously.
He was the head of the party, she knew, even with a mask, but she had no idea what his name was, since the invitation had been sent by anonymous.
Hermione saw that he had blond hair. Who did she know with blond hair?
It couldn't, could it?, she thought to herself. Could it be Draco Malfoy?
She shrugged it off, blinking, and walked over to the man and saw silver eyes behind his mask.
As she peered at him, he spoke, taking Hermione by surprise. "How do you do?"
"I'm fine, thank you. Yourself?" Hermione replied calmly.
"I'm okay, apart from the fact that I have no one to love." He looked at Hermione with his dark silver eyes.
"Same, I guess. My fiancé died in a train wreck."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," the masked man said. "Want to dance?"
Hermione laughed at his sudden mood change, but she looked crestfallen. "Sure," she said softly.
When they stepped onto the ballroom floor, a slow song began to play. The masked man held her close to him, and Hermione didn't resist. He was warm and had a spicy smell that made Hermione oblivious to everyone else in the room.
"What shall I call you, Mr. Masked Man?" she asked.
"Call me Drake," he replied, and Hermione could feel his warm breath on her neck.
"Okay, Drake."
"And what about you, miss?" Drake asked.
"You can call me Mia." Hermione said.
Then they looked at each other and they knew that there was something between them.
"Mia," Drake said. "I want you to come with me."
Hermione was led up to the second floor of the mansion where the party was being held at. The huge house that it was, it took several minutes and only two wrong turns before they arrived at an exquisitely carved mahogany door.
"Mia, will you stay - " Drake was cut off by 12 loud dongs marking midnight.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm late for something important."
"Please don't go!" said Drake, reaching out his arm to grab her thin frame.
But she had gone, and a thin piece of wood had slipped out of her sweater pocket and onto the floor.
Author's Note: I hope that better satisfies all of your story needs. In the next chapter, I'll try to put a flashback in or something.
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