A/N: Woah…thanks for the reviews guys! That made me feel so special…I really appreciate that you all take the time to write a message for me (and those of you that don't... Holds up fist menacingly). So, I present to you all…the 13th instalment of 'O, Woe is me'…

Disclaimer: ok, we all know I'm not JK Rowling. Do you honestly believe me to be? No, I didn't think so!

Chapter Thirteen: The Floorshow

Do you know what tonight is? Do you? DO YOU?
The dance.
That's right. Our crappy, stupid, formal thing that I got roped into planning by McGonagall. Joy is the world. And I am so…excited! (Can you detect the sarcasm people?)

You see, I am dateless. That's right. Dateless. And do you know how demoralising that is? I'm not that ugly…am I? And I'm smart, and kind…and what do you know, I'm modest too!

I have a dress.
It's a nice dress.
Its cream coloured and it's tight around the bodice, with pieces of material hanging around my upper arms with sparkles on it. It feels like silk and from the bodice, there is silky material flowing down.
And I paid a fucking fortune on that dress. Not to mention the shoes.
And tonight, my hair is flowing down my back in soft curls people. That's right, I tamed the wild locks. It's a cold day in hell people.

So right now, I am lying alone on my grand head-girl bed, wallowing in my sorrows, realising that life really isn't all that people say its cracked up to be. Don't get me wrong, I love my life. But isn't it depressing when the head boy or girl turns up to the last school dance of their life without a date?

This was supposed to be the year that made me, the year I found myself. The year that showed the world that I, Hermione Granger is not afraid of you all, that I am strong and I can triumph whatever I want to commit to. I can see now, that all I have said never will happen.

I feel smaller then I have ever felt in my life, I still don't know who I am, I am terrified and whatever I tried to commit to, failed miserably.

Ron has a date. RON. Transvestite Ron. And that makes me so sad. There are more people out there that would prefer to date Ron instead of me. Then again, I would have rather stabbed my own eyes out then turned up to the great hall with him on my arm.

Can't you just imagine it? Me sprawled out across me king sized silk red sheets, with cream self lying there with my fingers laced across my stomach, with tears falling down the sides of my face. Yes, I am reached a whole new level of pathetic ness.

I think I lay there for at least an hour before I heard a knock on my door.

"Uh…don't come in…I'm uh…naked" (I didn't want whoever it was to see me all teary eyed and defenceless)

"And that is a problem, because?" I heard a drawl from the other side of the door.
Draco.

"Uh…come in then"

Draco then walked through the door. Dressed in a black tuxedo with his blond hair ruffled over his eyes. He looked me over and didn't even smirk, or laugh or give some sort of scathing remark. He simply smiled. I had never seen him smile before, and it took my breath away.

"You look beautiful Hermione"

"I do?"

"Yes"

"Oh"

"Listen, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have come on to you like that. I know it scared you"

"I didn't scare me!"

"Granger, let me finish"

"Ok"

"Do you ever shut up? Don't bother answering that. Anyway, I do like you. Really, I think I do. And it scares me to know that I have feelings for you that I have never felt in my entire life. And the truth is I quite like the feeling that I get whenever I see you. Whenever I touch or smell you. This isn't just a sexual thing anymore Hermione. I really, really think I love you"

I was silent for a few moments, I mean, and what does he expect me to do? Jump into his arms and fuck him on my bedroom floor? I think not! (Even though it sounds very tempting…)

"What about Pansy?" I finally piped up.

"I told her I couldn't date her"

"Meaning you publicly embarrassed her?"

"Of course"

"Only you Malfoy"

"Draco"

"Draco"

"Yes Hermione?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Fair enough I guess" I replied, what more did I honestly expect to get out of him? This is Ma – Draco we are talking about.

"Look, 'Mione"

"Don't call me 'Mione"

"Fine! Hermione! You don't deserve to be all alone up here. Come dance with me, please" He then looked at me with the most sincerity I have ever seen on the face of a person in my life.

"In exchange for just one thing"

"And what would that be?" He said, coming very close to my face.

"One kiss"

"Just one?"

"Just one"

And then, I felt his lips on top of mine and before I could react, his tongue was inside of my mouth. And for the first time, I fully embraced it. And I countered it with equal passion. Now that I thought about it, his lips were soft and his tongue was like velvet.

When we broke apart he took his hand in mine and started leading me down the stairs to the heads' common room, through the portrait and towards the great hall. Before I knew it, we were outside.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be"

The doors then opened and I was graced with many pupils dancing, or talking or eating, enjoying there night.

We walked in, people smiling and waving at us, girls mouthing "you look great" or "you lucky bitch" my way. That was one of the best feelings I had ever had. People were envious of me. The green-eyed-monster cant be all that bad now that I think about it.

Draco and I were at a table, getting punch when I noticed an abundance of sequins out of the corner of my eye.

"Fuck no"

There was Ron, in his little ensemble, dancing with none other then Vincent Crabbe. And you thought Voldemort in a thong would be disturbing…

"Hermie!" He started calling out from across the room, breaking away from Crabbe and making his way over to us.

"Hide me!" I squealed and ducked behind Draco.

"Face your fears Hermione!"

"You try looking at him without crying or laughing or screaming in fear and lets see how far you get!"

"Hermie!" Ron said again as he was finally very close to us "Well, look at who got the best date tonight!" He said looking scornfully over at Draco.

"Ron, may I inquire as to what you are wearing?" I asked him, trying hard not to splutter in laughter and shock. He was wearing his usual corset and heels, with the garter and stockings, but now with a feather boa and red sequins all over the place.

"Herms, do you know the time warp?"

"I don't have my time turner if you mean…"

"No, it's a dance!"

"I'd prefer not to…"

I looked at Ron, and it seemed more humour now then something that would terrify me or make me so angry I could burst. And I realised something, I over reacted this whole time. I never wanted to lose a best friend…although I don't want to be a Fag Hag either. Now I had Draco though, who I knew would probably hold me when I would stumble and kiss me when I'm so angry I would convulse…I guess it makes me feel loved. He loves me enough to shut me up…if that is a good thing…

"Can I have this dance Hermione?" Draco said to me, pulling me away from the thrusting Ron.

"Of course"

He then pulled me onto the floor and we swayed to the melody of the music. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.

By the time the night was over, I had drunken enough punch to make even Hagrid pass out. But it was all good.

"Drrraaaciiiii!"

"Oh dear Merlin"

And that's all I remember before I passed out that night.

Maybe it was because I was drunk of punch…or love. If you can call it that. I'll never know until this thing we have progresses. But until then…I will just warp up all this time I have with him and get down into the sins of the flesh…if he is insane enough to even touch me that is.

A/N: I am so sorry it took so long it update!
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