Chapter 10
Hermione had been with Ginny in every waking minute as soon as she detached herself from the 'Slytherins' namely Draco and Blaise. She had explained everything to both boys and they seemed to accept it. Blaise was a little hesitant at first of course. He was her boyfriend.
"Hermione! We have to choose a color for the theme!" Ginny said happily.
"How about a color like blue? I know! Turquoise! Or maybe even ocean blue! We can have the wedding on Merlin's Manor beach! It would be so romantic!" Hermione smiled.
"Oh my gosh! You are so right! I'll run the thought by Harry!"
The two began searching for the perfect shade of blue. After a while they began making other preparations.
"Ooh! How about the food?" Ginny asked.
"We can just have some French cuisine! That would be so romantic and elegant." Hermione smiled.
After hours and hours of preparations they began discussing the bride's maids dresses and flowers.
At last, after half the day discussing and planning Hermione headed home.
Just as she opened the door she gasped.
There were at least a hundred roses littering the floor. She followed them up the stair to her room. There at least three hundred rose petals were on her bed and floor.
There was a note on the bed.
My fair maiden
Rest well tonight
Coz every single rose
Is a thought in my mind
A thought of you smiling and happy
Because tonight is our monthly anniversary.
Hermione smiled. Blaise was so romantic. Even though they didn't spend too much time together he was able to pull this off.
She sighed as the smell of roses entered her lungs and she ultimately relaxed.
She jumped on her bed smiling and finally closed her eyes with dreams of the man who gave her all this happiness. Blaise Zambini.
Her dream…
She was on her date with Blaise on the Eiffel tower once more. They were laughing at an inside joke which they shared. Suddenly, Blaise's tux turned into purple cloth and his eyes adorned huge glasses and before she knew it… A seer was right in front of her with a crystal ball in hand.
"In this eternal battle, where the light is against the dark, if this the dark lord cannot prosper, he will use the girl to trick the dragon who slumbers. She and he will never make it through, and if the dragon does live, he will have nothing to give; his one true love will die, because of the curse that I bestow. The young girl will not live happily as long as the dark lord chants with me, this immortal words I know, 'Dragón sin la tierra o la muerte.'
But if the young dragon has left his love, the curse will be lifted above. His happiness will indeed favor him, if he could win her heart again…"
Hermione sat up from her bed panting. "Was that a prophecy! Wait... Dragon means Draco in Latin! wait... so he... oh no... i made a huge mistake!"
Authors Note:
Hey! I know it's incredibly short but extremely needed! Hope you like! Ha-ha… what will happen next?