She was sitting stiffly in a chair, waiting for what seemed like hours. Her legs were sore and her back ached against the chair. The hard wood was cutting into the backs of her knees. She felt like she was bound to the chair, which was true as she couldn't even shift slightly to relieve herself of some of the pain. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was going on. Who or what was she waiting for?
She was clothed in a silver dress that ended mid thigh. It was backless except for the six spaghetti straps that in a criss-cross fashion weaved upwards and attached to the front. The front itself slopped downwards in a v like fashion and showed just a hinting of cleavage. Her hair was up in a tight bun with just a few tendrils tickling the nape of her neck. She could feel makeup on her face and lipstick on her lips. But whether she was a raving beauty or the clown from the local circus, she didn't know.
Suddenly a table appeared in front of her and a feast lay before her eyes. At the other end sat another chair though it was unoccupied.
Her focus shifted from the chair to a figure walking towards her.
His clothing was all black, from the shoes he wore to the jacket that fit his slim body. He was tall and walked with an arrogant grace that only a man filled with confidence could have. As he got closer she noticed his hair was a smoky brown with dark reddish highlight. She also noticed his smooth full lips were smiling to her and how his eyes had a gleam, no there was a sparkle to them.
She recognized that sparkle! But why?
Coming to her side he mumbled something and gestured to the table before her. He spoke again but still she heard no words. Then he held out his hand to her and as he waited for her to take it she felt the binds holding her to the chair release her and then disappear. As she stood music started to dance on her ears and they too with perfect rhythm began to dance slow unnerving waltz. He held her body close to his and she could swear she felt his heart beating against her cheek when she laid her head against his chest.
Everything felt familiar, like it had all been done before.
As the music started to fade so did the dream and soon Hermione was staring into the darkness of her dorm once again.
'Who was that?' her mind screamed.