As promised, I bought my dress robes in Hogsmeade, I'm going with Draco and Hermione is going with someone else- I didn't know who though.
I know it isn't the redhead or the golden child because they were going with the Patil sisters.
Astoria was going with Blaise Zabini, and Millicent was going with Theodore Nott who reluctantly agreed when she asked.
Tonight was the Yule Ball.
A night filled with tipsy people swaying to the music played by the weird sisters, who really were actually weird.
With magnificent ice sculptures decorating the castle grounds as well as the halls, singing statues that would serenade each person who stood in front of their statue for too long.
Gigantic icicles hung in the middle of the air releasing a bluish light that gave a different feeling throughout the castle.
No longer warm and inviting, instead it was cold and cruel.
Not everyone saw it as that, but for some reason I did.
I hurry through the halls my large black bag in my hand, my dress robes hidden from prying eyes.
Draco requested that I get something to match his dress robes, to match Slytherin.
So naturally I went in the other direction.
The portrait swings open as soon as I murmured the password; I make my way through the crowded common room only two hours until I had to be at the ball.
Yes had to.
As a champion I was being forced to start the ball with none other than Draco Malfoy at my side.
I shoved past girls, their hands holding makeup that wouldn't do them justice.
Quickly, I shut he door to my room and breathe a sigh of relief within the safety of the walls inside my room.
I get to work on the hours of work that I would have to get done for my appearance, as soon as I gather my wits about me.
My dress hangs on the mirror beside my vanity still covered in its black bag.
I was in the dress shop for almost an hour searching for the perfect dress, and my work paid off because I found it.
A red dress, form fitting around my waist with sleeves billowing out and down my sides.
Golden sparkles adorned the top showing pride for Gryffindor rather then Slytherin.
A sort of secret message for who I truly wanted to go with.
Sure Draco would be annoyed but I didn't care.
Not one bit.
Slipping on the red heels that went with it I grabbed my bag and left my room.
My hair cascaded down my back in ringlets, perfect and glossy.
My face makeup less aside from a little bit of something to darken my eyelashes.
The common room was empty not a soul in sight as I made my way through it the train of my dress following my every step.
I counted my breaths as I walked up the stairs to the main hall where all of the champions and their dance partners would be waiting until we were called in to start the dance.
Draco stood there with his hands in his pockets staring at the hall that I would be emerging from.
Suddenly, he sees me and he straightens immediately.
He shakes his white blonde head, his eyes wide and amazed as he observed me.
I smirk and begin walking towards him.
He offers me his arm, I take it feeling like I was betraying Hermione, more then I was Draco.
"You look beautiful, love," he says kissing my cheek.
I hide my inward grimace with a smile at him and reply with a kiss on his cheek to hold on the comments that made me want to burst.
"Oh my-," I hear Fleur Delacore say, her mouth gaping with her arm clutching a Ravenclaw Quidditch player.
I see Cedric look back with his date Cho Chang.
Out of curiosity I turn to see what they were looking at.
The first person I see is Hermione.
It's like the world stopped turning and her and I were the only two in this room.
Her smile brightened the room regardless of the hundred me of icicles illuminating light.
Her beautiful, inquisitive brown eyes shift from one spot to me.
They widen and look me over, her smile turns smiles to a grin in a matter of seconds.
I couldn't help myself from inhaling deeply and quickly to catch my breath.
I feel someone shaking my arm over and over, but I didn't want to look away.
I wanted to stay here forever.
"Abby!" I hear Draco say.
I shake out of my trance and look at him.
He's nothing compared to the goddess that stood only a few feet away.
"What?" I ask him.
"We need to line up," he says almost confused.
I nod, stealing one more glance at Hermione before getting into formation with Draco.
The doors opened and music started announcing our arrival.
Cedric and Cho Chang enter first, Fleur and her captain would go in second, Harry and Pavarti Patil go in third, Draco and I go in forth and Hermione and Viktor Krum go in last.
The broody, overly masculine Quidditch player would be escorting my Hermione.
How could she stand such a guy I have no idea.
But, then again I'm attending Draco...her mortal enemy.
I guess that puts us on even playing grounds.
We ( meaning Draco and I) waltz through the crowd following the precise instructions that we were given by Professor McGonagall to dance correctly.
We spin and dip and twirl when we were supposed moving in a perfect synchronization that makes it hard to break out from, yet we do, as soon as the music stops-we stop in the middle of the unrecognizable Great Hall.
Professor Dumbledore dismissing us to our seats for dinner, I copy his motions and whisper to my plate what I was craving for dinner and within a matter of seconds a steaming hot meal appeared onto my plate looking gourmet as ever.
I don't focus on my meal instead my gaze was fixated on Hermione and Krum who were both talking animatedly to one another.
I suppose that it makes sense why she went with him, I mean he's only temporary right?
"What's wrong?" I hear Draco ask me.
I turn to see him staring at me worriedly.
"I'm just not feeling well," I say shrugging.
He nods and orders what he wants, food magically appearing onto his plate.
Once we finish eating out dinners we are dismissed to dance.
I danced a couple of songs with Draco before we take a break sitting down in front of a large snake ice sculpture.
I see Hermione break away from Krum and was now making her way out of the hall, she kept glancing behind her as if she was searching for someone, as if someone was following her.
"I-I'm not feeling well Draco," I say looking at my dance partner. "I'm going to go to the restroom."
"Okay," He says simply, turning his attention to the crowd.
I notice that his ex Pansy Parkinson dressed in pink frilly robes, her brunette hair pulled into some sort of bun that only made her eyes look bigger and puggier then they usually look.
She sees that I was staring curiously at her, she almost smirks as if she knew that she was going to dance with Draco.
Rolling my eyes I stand up and walk out of the hall just as Pansy took my chair placing her hand possessively on Dracos shoulder.
The music is cut abruptly by the doors clanging shut behind me.
I look around but I don't see Hermione anywhere, on the floor I see a piece of parchment folded into a paper crane, with a confused feeling in my mind I grab the paper and unfold it seeing writing up the side.
"Astronomy Tower"
Is what it said simply.
But it was simple enough that I knew what it meant.
Crumbling the piece of paper, I discard it to the side and hurry my way through the empty halls, for once not fearing repercussion for being out later then curfew.
The stairs are lit by small candles flickering blue fire.
I hurry excitedly up the stairs pulling my dress to the side to make sure that my hem doesn't catch fire.
Hermione stood there a smile on her face when I come to a stop at the top of the stairs.
"Hey Beautiful," I say almost running to her, her hair was perfectly slick and shiny, unusual from the busy, beautiful chaos that it usually is.
Her dress was simple, periwinkle in color and almost iridescent as the candle light that shone on it.
It was perfect for her, unique yet it fit her, the way that the dusty bookshelves did or the way that the bushy hair of hers did or even her curious, inquisitive brown eyes that I loved so much.
"You're beautiful," she says kissing me.
"Astronomy tower? You were sick?" I hear a sickening familiar voice say.
I break away from Hermione and turn slowly, as if I was imagining the cocky and egotistical voice that rung inside of my ears.
Draco Malfoy stands there a wrinkled piece of paper in his hand, the crumpled piece of parchment that I threw away so carelessly in the hallway.
I never thought that he'd come looking for me, Pansy was busy keeping him occupied or at least that was what I thought.
"A mudblood, no- the mudblood that I hate so much, you and her-," He says his hand shaking as he pointed between Hermione and I.
I look down to the ground in shame my hand still holding Hermiones scared to death about what Draco might do.
"You-a pureblood, Slytherin, Yaxley," He says now his voice was shaking as much as his form.
"You chose her over me- over anyone else," He growls his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"You used me." He says his voice sounding soulless.
"Draco-," I try to say, but I am cut off by his voice.
"Do you even know what this could do to me? To you? I don't even care about what would happen to the mudblood, but if my father found out that you were cheating on me with a mudblood or your father? How could you be so damn careless Abby, I don't even care that you cheated on me-but I do care about who you did it with," He says looking into my eyes, the grey piercing my own blue.
"How long?" He asks me.
"Two months..." I say breathlessly.
His eyes flicker to Hermione who was looking away from the two of us, her grip on my hand white as paper.
"Look...we are done...but I will never speak a word of why, not because of the mudblood but because it could kill you and I, quite literally," He says.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper, for once feeling bad about the whole situation.
"I know...but not for cheating...instead your sorry that you dated me-and don't even dare to try and deny that...I'm sorry that I didn't even realize how different you were acting, but now that my mind is clear I can actually think about it and yeah the past few months you have been different you've been distanced and I was so stupid and naive that I fell for it..." He continues to rant.
"I'll come up with something, like I wasn't interested anymore or something...Or perhaps you can come up with something, you seem to be terrific at lying," at this that infamous grin that I have grown accustomed to turns into a wide smile his grey eyes watering.
With that last comment her shoved the piece of crumpled parchment into my other hand and walked out of the Astronomy tower.
