Get Mine, Get Yours
CHAPTER EIGHT:
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Hermione felt the tension building up as she tapped her notepad softly,"So..."
"So?" Draco glared at her back. It was too early in the morning to face problems, AKA Hermione Granger. He really hated his position right now. He wanted to hate her for everything she is and done but somehow couldn't bring himself to it.
"Well let's think of themes to make this year's All Hallows Eve ball, shall we?" Hermione plastered a fake smile at him. Inside guilt was gnawing inside of her. Guilt for leading him on like that...it was rather cruel indeed, for he seemed more colder that usual...if that was even possible. Guilt, for being able to take a peek of a nicer side to him.
But then again, he was a jerk to her for almost all seven years of Hogwarts, right? She deserved her revenge for all those years!
"Fine." He grunted in response, "I'm not in the mood to deal with you today so I am picking a Masquerade theme. Got it?" Draco was starting to get really angry at her. How could she pretend as if nothing happened? When not too long ago, she was screaming, no in fact moaning his name? He continued his cold front.
"No Malfoy. That's so cliched. Surely we could think of something better. C'mon...think of something...better. What do you think of an Asian theme?" She looked into his eyes for an answer. Nothing showed.
"Cowboy theme?" He broke the intense eye contact and turned his head away swiftly.
"As in American cowboys?" Hermione stared at his shiny, black, expensive looking shoes, trying to make the stiff conversation as unawkward as possible.
"No shit Granger."
"Sorry. No need to be so pissy!" She threw her pen on the table angrily as the end of her rope burned, "Merlin. I hate you. You selfish little baby!"
Hermione paused briefly and continued before Draco had any chance to speak," You know what? The theme will be middle eastern and you have to deal with it. I'll do the planning by myself. I thought that maybe by planning this out you could be a big boy and we could discuss this rationally. But apparently YOU had to bring in a bad attitude. And I know exactly why." She looked at his grey eyes intently. Surprised by her actions Draco looked back.
"Why is that mudblood?"
"Because you can't let go of the past and you miss me." Hermione grabbed her scrolls, quill and bag and hastily left a quiet Draco.
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"As we all know, this year we shall introduce Hogwart's first ever All Hallows Eve ball, or as the muggles call it, Haloween for sixth through seventh years!" Dumbledore paused hearing multiple girls gasp in excitment when the majority of noise died out Dumbledore continued, "The event takes place two weeks from now. This weekend the staff and I will escort years six through seven to Hogsmeade this weekend so you may buy your appropriate dresswear. This year's theme is Middle East so think bright, rich colors! That is all and enjoy your dinners."
"Oh my god! Madame Malkin's better have my size and color!" Lavender whined while eating her potatoes
"And what exactly is your favorite color?" In the middle of a shepard's pie, The Head Girl looked at Lavender seriously.
"Isn't it obvious Hermione?"
"No..."
"Okay then...I'll give you a clue." Hermione listened in, "What's my first name?"
Hermione mouthed an 'Oh.' and Parvati and Lavender giggled.
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"Oh Ginny! I owe you big time. I mean with all the effort you put in this week...and-" Ginny cut her off.
"Hermione. Calm down. Relax. It's no problem, it's not your fault that the Head Boy is careless and arrogant right?"
"I guess..."
"No guessing! Anyways I know exactly where we should go now."
"Where do you propose we should go next?" Hermione took a quick sip of her butterbeer.
"ROBES SHOPPING!" The red head girl gave her a big toothy smile.
Hermione returned a slight frown, "You can't be serious right?"
"As serious as can be." Ginny chirped happily.
"But I mean, we still have all the decorations and stuff..."
"Give it a rest 'Mione. We already have it all covered. As I faintly remember, weren't you the one who told us to get it over with it first?" She replied with a sigh.
Hermione paused, a plan devising in her head, "You know what? Maybe dress robes shopping isn't that bad of an idea after all. I have a great idea for what we might need extra outfits for!"
"And what do you suppose that is?"
"Get over here and I'll tell you!" Hermione motioned Ginny to lean forwards as she whispered her idea into her ear.
"YOU ARE A GENIUS! LETS GO!" The youngest Weasley grabbed her friend's arm and left their butterbeers behind.
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"GINERVA WEASLEY!" Hermione screeched in the tiny dressing room with old dirty curtains, opening the drapes slightly so her friend could take a quick glance, "I look like a dying butterfly!"
"Oh nonsense...sure its a little more skin than expected but it looks marvelous on you."
"Shut up. You know it looks horrible."
"Hermione, you didn't even look at yourself in the mirror so keep it hushed until you come out of that dusty dressing room!"
"Ugh. I'm coming out now."
Ginny gasped as Hermione twirled around. Simultaneously they gave brief eye contact and agreed, "It's perfect."
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Dumbledore walked through the main hall to check if there was any neccessary precautions before the evening's festivities. He glanced around at where the Gryffindor house usually sat and barely recognized it.
The Head Girl and the youngest Weasley truly outdid themselves this All Hallows Eve ball.
The decorations and theme were jovial and elegant. All the bright colors and textures blended well against their differences in the color spectrum. Dumbledore smelt the amazing aroma of spices the food being prepared by the house elves.
Everything was just perfect. He knew that the upperclassmen of Hogwarts were sure to have a ball this evening.
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Draco dried himself with the new luxurious black towel his mother sent him from home, since he was complaining about the unremarkable towels of Hogwarts. After drying himself he looked upon the new set of dress robes he paid gallions for by a French dress robe designer.
The robes were black and silver, and custom tailored perfectly for his tall, slender, seeker built. Hastily he slid them on.
He looked at himself using the full length mirror and smirked. He loved the way he looked and everything else about himself. He loved the way he could break a girl's attached little heart with the usage of his deep steel gray eyes.
After 20 minutes of constant admiration of himself, the clock struck six and was his cue to leave his comfortable Head Dorm and into the Great Hall.
When he arrived he took a seat Blaise Zabini and the rest of the seventh year Slytherin class on a table which had a intricate mosaic design on it.
As much as he wanted to deny it, Granger and Weaslette outdid themselves this time around. The large draperies smothering the windows were a rich purple sheer silk brocade, the carpet covering the floors were a dark goldenrod, the plate settings were an opulent emerald and all the little décors were a deep burgundy.
He enjoyed the affluence of the ambiance surrounding him. The guests were covered with a sheer crème canopy that rested above their tables, and instead of the basic candle sticks they had heavily glowing and decorated incense lanterns creating an obvious romantic effect.
Draco continued with his conversation with Blaise as Dumbledore entered the large, brightly lit stage in front of all the tables. Dumbledore went off the stage as quickly as he entered and the lights dimmed low and all was silent.
A drawling tambourine beat was heard an even more slower a bass line began to flow steadily, hypnotizing the audience. A little intro by a smooth woodwind instrument soon followed after.
Draco closed his gray eyes and let the intoxicating music sink in. After the woodwind solo ended, he abruptly opened his eyes to his worst nightmare.
TBC…