Oh, and this is a very short chapter but it's supposed to be. I couldn't make it longer without going too much into the next one so I'll put up chapter seven soon.
Chapter Six: Great Hall Disaster"WHAT?"
You've got to be kidding me!
WHAT THE HELL?Hermione stood wide-eyed as everyone turned to look at her. She looked over to where Draco was and he too was getting strange glances.
"Come now, children. The Head Boy and Girl are supposed to represent unity. I'm sure Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy have to problem with it,"
Snickers and stifled laughs could be heard through out the crowd of seventh years.
"Professor, I'm afraid that I have a different opinion…"
"I'm not dancing with Granger!"
"Nonsense! You two will dance together. It's only during class. Now, find your partner that I have assigned to you and space yourselves evenly around the room."
There was the sound of shuffling feet, giggling, and whispers as everyone scrambled around to find their partners.
Seeing as Draco wasn't about to move from his spot, Hermione had to squeeze through the throng of students, elbowed and stepped on a couple of times.
Once everyone had found they're partners, Professor Hillside used a model dummy to explain to the class the different steps.
"Now, when I start the music, I want you all to dance,"
Professor Hillside lifted his hand and with a flick of his wand, the ballroom music began.
Draco took Hermione's hand lightly, an small shock surging throughout their bodies, but the two choosing to ignore it.
As they music filtered out through an old, bewitched record player, the Great Hall was filled with sounds of scuffling and grunting. Apparently, the seventh years weren't the best dancers.
Draco of course had taken lessons since he was young. His mother had forced him into doing so by bribing him with his first broom.
"Granger, stop stepping on my foot. Don't you know how to dance?"
"Sorry, I'm not rich enough to afford dance lessons,"
"Well could you at least not stand so close?"
"I'm standing practically a foot away from you!"
"Now, now, you two. Get closer! You can't dance together when you're five feet apart!" said Professor Hillgide as he pushed Hermione into Draco lightly.
She took this opportunity of silence to view her fellow classmates dancing about awkwardly.
Harry was actually not as bad a dancer as she thought he would be, which seemed to be quite a relief for Pansy who was wearing a small smile on her face-And not the smile that you'd see when she laughed at people-A smile that said she was enjoying herself.
Even if Pansy was having a good time, Harry on the other hand seemed distracted. Every time a red headed girl would twirl past him, he'd stare after her, then snap out of his daze and return his attention to dancing with Pansy.
She knew why Harry was acting like this. Ever since sixth year, Harry had become quite close to Ginny and now had quite a big crush on her. Not a big crush as in he was obsessed with her or anything, mind you.
Hermione didn't realize why Ginny hadn't caught on to Harry yet. It was true that Ginny did like Harry but Ginny had had her fair share of relationships, all ending on her terms, and maybe it was the fact she didn't want to break Harry's heart. Then again, why would she flirt with Harry? She made a mental note to talk to Ginny about this later.
She looked over towards where Ron was dancing with Parvati. They had mildly bored expressions on their faces.
Hannah and Neville, believe it or not, we're having what looked like a wonderful time. Neville hadn't stepped on Hannah's feet at all, unlike her and Malfoy and a smile spread across Neville's face every time Professor Hillgide commented him on how good he was at ballroom dancing.
Only then did Hermione seem to feel the gaze of Malfoy upon her. She looked up and nearly fell over as she found herself staring into his eyes. Normally his eyes were a cold grey color. But as he gazed down upon her, they had now become two silvery-blue pools.
"Don't blush Hermione, don't blush,""You know you're going too,"
"No I'm not!"
"Why would you be worrying about blushing anyways? He's just Draco Malfoy, the person you hate,"
"I don't know…"
"You fancy him don't you?"
"No! And even if I did, he would never think of someone like me in that way,"
"That's your problem. You don't think anything of yourself!"
"Ugh. Bugger off,"
"I can't,"
"And why not?"
"Because I'm stuck inside your head, remember?"
Hermione couldn't hold it in any longer. She felt herself blush immediately once Professor Hillgide had pushed her against Malfoy.
She didn't even notice her hand slide down onto Malfoy's chest until she realized that he too was blushing.
"Look at that, Draco. You've made her blush,""…"
"She looks even more beautiful when she blushes, doesn't she?"
"Yeah I guess…WIAT! I didn't mean that,"
"And you're starting to blush too!"
"No I'm not!"
"Granger… uh… your hand… it's…" he stuttered.
"Way to go, man. You don't sound nervous at all,""W-what? Oh… er…"
"Come on, Hermione. I know you felt that rock hard chest!""OUCH!"
"What?"
"MALFOY! You stepped on my toe!"
"It's not like you didn't do that to me a couple of times too, Granger,"
"Well I'm not six three!"
"Yeah… you're right. More like four feet nothing,"
"I'm not four feet tall! I'm five seven for you're information, Malfoy,"
"You don't look like it,"
"You know, I'm sure I could find a lovely spell that would make you shrink to when you were a first year,"
"At least I'll be a very handsome first year,"
"You're not even handsome now, Mal-OUCH!"
As Draco had begun to spin her around, he let go and started to laugh uncontrollably as she fell to the ground ungracefully on her butt.
"Oops-I'm so terribly-Sorry," he said in between breaths.
She glared at him and kicked his shin, causing him to fall over as well.
"What the fuck, mudblood?"
He grasped his leg in pain.
"Mr. Malfoy! That's no way to talk to Miss Granger!"
But before Professor Hillgide could say another word, Hermione had gotten up from the ground and had stormed out of the Great Hall, shouting as she went.
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Yesterday had been horrible.
Hermione was bruised from her butt down to her toes, which made it unpleasant to walk and sit down.
But today was Hermione's second day of detention with the house elves down in the kitchen, and she'd have to make the best of it… even if it was with the very person who gave her all those bruises.
Ginny had laid out an outfit for her the night before, which she couldn't take her eyes off every time she walked past her dresser.
It consisted of a blue tee-shirt with a long white skirt, which reached a little bit above her ankles.
The outfit was something she actually didn't have a problem wearing. The skirt wasn't too short and the top wasn't extremely revealing either so she was quite pleased with Ginny's choice of attire for her.
She had just gotten back from her dancing fiasco with Malfoy and had just enough time to clean up a little before her detention.
Slipping off her shoes, she found her toes were red from Malfoy stepping on them and her pinky toe seemed to have a small blister on it.
"Maybe a nice little soak in the tub would help."
She opened the door quickly, stumbling into the bathroom for she was hopping on one foot (the foot that wasn't as red), to find Draco Malfoy half naked.
Hello again! I have to go back to school soon! So I don't think I'll be updating in a while… maybe I'll post another chapter up before school starts!