Author Note:
First, before I start the chapter, I think I have to apologise! I'm really sorry about this late update, but I'm so busy with my homework and studies!!! I really hate my work, but I have no choice. This is a very important period for me to study like crazy, so that I can actually do fairly well for my major exams. I'm not sure if that's possible considering the short amount of time I have left, but I can dream, can't I?
So, to facilitate the update, well that sounded weird. Let me say it again, to help me make this chapter update faster I didn't do the regular dedication! And I feel really bad for it, but well I don't have the time for this chapter, but I will try for the next chapter!
I just want to say that I read every single review, and they mean a lot! They bring tons of inspiration, and this story will be crap without it! So I'm dedicating this chapter to EVERYONE! Thank you for reading!
Also IMPORTANT note: I know a dance in a HP fanfic is getting so cliché, I don't try to be different, but just to do it in my own style.
Ok, here we go!
Chapter 19: My fairytale
"I assume you got your dream gown," I mused, seeing Hermione waiting outside of the purple tent for me with the goofiest grin.
"Er…" Hermione went slightly speechless as she held the gown in her hand tighter.
"Come on, open the stupid cover up and let me see the gown," I said to Hermione as we started walking back to our rooms.
"I don't think so," Hermione said, shaking her head stubbornly.
"Oh my god, you are embarrassed," I smirked.
"I'm not!" Hermione cried indignantly, her face becoming more flushed.
"It just isn't done that way, ok?" Hermione cried, holding the gown even tighter.
"Hermione, that is a gown you are holding, not a towel," I said, my smirk growing. "You are scared, aren't you? Scared that I will look prettier in my tuxedo than you will in your gown."
That work, Hermione laughed.
Hermione sighed and looked at me, "Well, that's no way in hell I'm letting you see me in the gown before the dance so you can just give up! Besides, it's like a wedding! The groom doesn't see the bride before the wedding!"
"I don't remember proposing," I grinned.
"That's because you know I'm just going to say no," Hermione smiled.
"Well, for one thing, there's no need for me to marry you," I smiled pleasantly, "I already have a mother."
"Are you implying I'm bossy?" Hermione cried.
"Not bossy… more… well… ok… you are bossy, live with it… I do," I laughed.
"I'm not bossy! I don't boss you around! I'm more like your conscience, I tell you what is the correct thing to do," Hermione said righteously.
"See there you go again, you always think you are right," I said.
I really didn't care about everything I said.
I like Hermione bossy… even when she was bossing me.
And the first time I realized that, I knew I was a goner.
"Well, it could be because you are always wrong!" Hermione huffed.
Normal guys would have back off by now.
But I knew, I knew Hermione wasn't angry at all by what I said.
Or even, darn it, offended.
Her eyes sparkled in a special way, and her anger was more amusement.
I couldn't wait to see her in the gown.
I knew why she was so nervous and fidgety about it.
I knew how vulnerable she felt in that gown.
It exposed everything female about her that she has hidden so well to the world.
"I like being wrong," I teased, "Because I like being corrected by you."
It was like taking candy from a baby. So wrong, so easy, so fun.
I watch as Hermione's face turned redder.
I wonder what was cuter… angry Hermione or embarrassed Hermione?
"You are just saying that to make my face red," I narrowed my eyes at Draco.
"I say a lot of things to make your face red," Draco smirked, "And they all work. Seriously, you are too easy."
"Well, I can't help it! I know what a good liar you are, yet my heart is weak and I choose to believe you like all foolish girls do," I sighed.
We had reached our rooms.
"Well if you were that foolish, I should certainly be able to kiss you more than 3 times by now…" Draco smiled.
"Foolish and conservative, you really picked the cream of the crop," I smirked at Draco.
"Are you going to go in right now?" Draco asked, leaning on my door.
"Yes, I have homework." I smiled.
"Ugh, you are really trying to kill the romantic mood, aren't you?" Draco scowled.
"It's a gift," I mused.
"No, talk to me for a while more. I rented a tuxedo! I bloody well deserve some company for that," Draco said, pulling me down to the floor.
"What? We are just going to sit in the hallway? In front of our rooms?" I said, sitting besides Draco.
"Pure genius, isn't it?" Draco smiled. "Maybe we can patent it."
I rolled my eyes at Draco, "Is this a date?"
"What?" Draco cried, surprised.
"Well, I just realized we never had an actual date," I said.
"Well, we sort of skipped the whole courtship part and went straight to the hating each other part," Draco said.
"You want the courtship part?" Draco asked, his eyes were faintly curious.
"Well, I don't think any girl likes to be treated like dirt," I said honestly, "I would like to be… well… treated nicely sometimes too."
"You mean, I don't treat you well?" Draco asked.
"Er… that is relative really, I see that you treat me better than other people, but as compared to normal human beings, the way you treat me is like… you want to kill me any moment," I laughed.
"Ok, you want romantic?" Draco said. "Tell me your idea of a dream date."
"Wow, there goes the surprise element," I laughed. "Well I don't have a dream date, but I did think something was cool…"
Draco arched his eyebrow at me.
"You will never do it."
"Try me."
"Well, I always liked the idea of someone serenading to me with a guitar…"
Draco gagged.
"Yeah, there goes my romantic notion."
Draco looked wicked. "Seriously, roses I can do, guitar strumming? That's for sissies."
"Yes, please continue trashing my dream." I said, leaning my head on the door.
Draco turned to me and put one of his hands on my head and then pushed my head onto his shoulder, "There, that's as romantic as I can get."
I laughed as I leaned on his shoulder, "Well this will do… for now."
The days flew by and it was finally the day of the big dance.
I read the letters from Harry and Ron and had a good laugh over it.
I felt really guilty too, since Harry and Ron were so sorry for picturing Draco and I together.
And how everything they were sorry for… was unfortunately, true.
Draco loved the letters and insisted on keeping one of them.
I didn't really want to give it to him, since well Harry and Ron will certainly feel betrayed about it…
But Draco brought up the renting tuxedo issue… and drove me bonkers over it…
Seriously, if our relationship actually manages to carry on… he will bring this up every time he wants something his way.
Besides, being extra nice to Harry and Ron since they were treating me extra nice for dreaming of Draco and me, I also had to fight off attempts of a make over by Parry.
She hounded me every time she was free, to let her touch my face and hair.
Of course, she never succeeded.
And now, I look at myself in the mirror.
I looked dreadful.
There was a knock on my door.
Draco.
Well this is the moment, to see if he really likes me or not.
When she stepped out of the door, suddenly it felt like I wasn't in Hogwarts anymore.
I was at the gates of Heaven, and the loveliest angel was coming out to receive me.
She was wearing a pure white spaghetti-strapped gown made of the softest material, silk? Chiffon? I don't know… it seemed fairy like… it was translucent and shimmered in the light…
Her gown sparkled with silver sequins everywhere and she wrapped a white silk shawl over her shoulders… you know how modest Hermione is…
But it made her look more elegant.
Hermione didn't do her hair… she let her golden brown curls cascade freely over her shoulders…
But all that didn't matter…
All that mattered was her radiant smile… her eyes… her wonderful brown eyes staring directly at me.
"You are so beautiful," I simply said.
"As are you," She smiled as I pinned the white lily corsage on her gown.
"Are you the angel sent to save me to heaven? Or am I the devil here to tarnish and taint your soul, so you shall spend eternity with me in hell?" I smiled.
"Shut up and kiss me," She grinned.
And so the dark prince bent down and swept the little princess off her feet, giving her a kiss that would last her several lifetimes.
Too bad they couldn't have a happy ever after…
As in the distance, a white knight who had came to pick up the princess too… saw this very kiss…
And froze.
