Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I do however; own this story plot. I am not making any money off of this fan-fiction nor will I ever unless I decide to change every single character into something I make up on my own. (IE: Changing names, school name, etc, to make it my own, etc.)
A/n: Thanks for the reviews. I never really expected to get so many after such a short period of time. (Yes, 3 is a lot to me considering the last time I wrote a fan-fiction, no one reviewed.)
By the way, I had a lapse in creativity for Ginny's character costume so she's playing as Snow white. XD
Any language translations are rough and possibly incorrect because I don't speak French, Italian or Latin. I speak English and enough Japanese to hold a semi-literate conversation.
This chapter will be much longer than the 1st chapter as thanks for the reviews.
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The carriage came to a shaky halt. Ginny pulled back the curtain hanging over her window and grinned foxily,
"Welcome, Miss Granger to the Château d'affaire pécheuse." She said as the footman opened the door for her. She stepped out lightly and offered Hermione her gloved hand.
Hermione took her hand and got out of the carriage. Her heart raced as Ginny handed her, her mask. She felt grateful that her face wouldn't be identifiable, although the chances of another student from Hogwarts attending a club this high-class and risqué were slim to nil.
The two walked up the steps to the mansion-esque club and held their breaths in anticipation of the announcement of their "costumed" arrival.
Draco and Blaise were there twenty minutes before the girls managed to get there and already Draco began to complain of boredom, though the young lady dressed as the Goddess Artemis was fawning over him delicately.
"Blaise, this is a total drag compared to last year."
Blaise turned his attentions from the vixen pawing at his lap
"Draco, relax, it'll get interesting sooner or late for you."
"Yes, but—"
He was interrupted by the doorman banging his stick on the floor and loudly announcing,
"Announcing the arrival Cinderella and Snow White!"
Draco looked up at the top of the stair landing and his jaw fell open into a small 'o'.
Clearly an angel had fallen from heaven and could not find its way back. There were two young ladies standing there but only one drew his attention.
Blaise looked from his friend to the top of the stairwell where the two young ladies began to descend. Draco was in awe and eyed the one on the right.
They were a vision. Both dressed in floor-length mid-Victorian ballroom gowns. The young woman on the right with the chestnut curls hanging down around her shoulders like an expensive shawl dressed as the supposed Cinderella was charming. Her dress was off-the-shoulders and white, and short sleeved. The soft bustle that she obviously wore made the dress bell out farther than it would have without the soft bustle. The hem was gathered and layered with lace to give it a ruffly-flower appeal. Around the hem was blue ribbon and eyelet lace with large bows on either side of the dress.
Charming, but not so much as her friend Blaise thought to himself.
The mousy red-head reminded him a bit of the Weaslette but with the charm and grace this young lady held, there was no doubt in his mind that that this was not the Weaslette.
This woman's skin was pale much like the face of the moon, smooth and elegant.
Her hair was separated, the upper most of her hair tied into an elegant bun, the rest fell dramatically down her back in small waves. Her dress was very much like her friend's. It was off-the-shoulders but a dark green instead of the oh-so-holy white of Cinderella. The collar was thin gathered lace with a cameo brooch in the center. She too wore the soft bustle to give it that tell-tale bell look but it was softer, and made the dress train on the floor a bit more. The hem was not gathered, it was pleated, black lace drew around it giving more into that illusion.
Both Blaise and Draco forgot completely about the women in their laps and stood. Both angels were at the bottom of the stairs, holding hands. It was obvious to tell that the Cinderella was nervous from the way she looked around. The Snow White seemed quite comfortable and was even pointing out to Cinderella the people whom she could already guess simply from their mask.
Draco was the first to make his move, he silkily stalked through the dancing crowds like a tomcat chasing a queen in heat. Briskly, yet not so much as to seem desperate, it was a deliberate pace. Intended to show his prowess just by stride alone.
Ginny stopped talking as soon as she saw a tall pale man slink their way. Quickly she covered her mouth with the fan she was holding and whispered to Hermione,
"I have no clue who that is, but now's your chance to live." With that she released Hermione's hand and pushed her one step forward. Hermione looked back at her pleadingly but turned around quickly when she heard the mystery man clear his throat, she blushed a pale pink and it did not escape him.
"Call me Prince, m'fair lady." He said kneeling. He took her lace-gloved hand slowly to his mouth and pressed a few light kisses to it. Teasing her into succumbing to his hidden intentions; He wanted her, and so he would have her, one way or another.
"Uhhm, pleased to meet you, Prince. I'm Cinderella" she said nervously curtsying. He smiled like a wolf to a precious lamb, stood and offered her his elbow,
"Care to give me a dance before your magic runs out tonight?" he said silkily. She stared hard into his eyes and something clicked. His eyes were the same as Malfoy's. Cold and calculating, like a snake's, it was almost fittingly ironic that her evening's Prince Charming turn into a villainous dungeon's keeper. She nodded and washed away the thought seeing as how Malfoy would rather spend the evening with his silly lackeys and that whore of a girl Pansy.
Ginny fanned herself lightly and mulled over her pride for Hermione. She had found quite the Prince Charming to dance with. She wandered over to the love seats and sat down. Unknowingly being stalked by a tall, dark Italian man.
Blaise followed the little red-head to the love seats. He grabbed a glass of wine and slowly sipped it as he slid into the seat next to her. She jumped and looked at him,
"Oh, you scared me." She said fanning herself a little faster. The young man next to her was dress similarly to the man that had whisked away Hermione. However, he was tanned, his hair was a sleek black and his face held a more square and rugged look.
"I did not mean to frighten you, la mia daina piccola." He took a slow deliberate sip of the red ambrosia. Ginny watched in sensual silence as he put the glass to his lips and drank. It was a godly sight and her belly heated some. Clearing her throat she sat up straighter. Blaise chuckled, he had watched her watching him out of the corner of his eye.
"Care for a dance, la mia daina piccola?"
"Yes." She whispered huskily. He offered her his hand and they drifted out on to the ballroom floor.
Hermione was becoming dizzy with heat. Prince Charming's closeness made her stomach do flip-flops and her legs quiver. He grinned coyly and leaned down into her ear, pulling her tighter against his chest. Giving it a little lick he said,
"Care to join me on the terrace?"
Hermione could only nod and let him drag her in a heat-induced drunkness. He lead her down to the Terrace and sat her on a stone bench behind the fountains. He sat behind her and began kissing her shoulders and neck.
She moaned softly and leaned into him.
Draco had no idea it would be this easy to get little Cinderella to fall to his seduction. He smiled to himself and bit her neck, leaving a small red tender spot in his wake. His hands wandered sensually down her arms, back up and then down her breasts, intentionally dragging and releasing the collar of her dress.
Hermione closed her eyes and mewled softly, she turned around and shyly leaned in to kiss him. He chuckled softly and gave the pseudo princess her wish.
A moment later he released her swelling pink lips,
"Sweet princess, show me who you are." He said as the clock struck 12 'o' clock.
Hermione snapped out of her pink-clouded haze and looked up at the clock tower adoring the mansion in horror,
"It's midnight." She said starting to get up. Draco growled softly and held her down,
"Please don't go yet. I have yet to know who you are." He reached for her mask to remove it and she sprang to her feet,
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. Maybe we'll meet again sometime." She sprinted to the dance hall like a mad woman.
Draco ran after her but lost sight of her in the drunken throng of dancers.
Hermione screeched to a halt at the loveseats, Ginny and some dark man were making out,
"Hey, Snow White! It's midnight, my magic's gonna run out if we don't move it!"
Ginny's head snapped away from the dark young man and looked at Hermione with shock. She looked at the clock and then back at Hermione. The young man beside her touched her arm,
"Please do not leave yet." He leaned in to kiss her. Ginny moved back and stood, giving him an apologetic look before Hermione grabbed her hand and made a mad dash to the door.
Blaise and Draco both watched them go up the stairs before following them out the door.
At the same time they both shouted,
"I didn't even get your name!"
"Geez, Ginny! You promised me 11:30. And it's already 12 'o' clock." Hermione said taking off her gloves, as the carriage sped away from the Château d'affaire pécheuse.
Ginny slumped in her seat, a silly grin on her face,
"It was worth it though, wasn't it?"
Hermione leaned her head against the window pane and breathed heavily onto it, leaving a fog mark. She smiled softly up at the stars and whispered,
"You think we'll ever see them again?"
"Perhaps."
Hermione looked away from the window for a moment,
"Ginny, the young man I danced with, his eyes—they looked like Malfoy's."
"Well, I doubt seriously that it was Malfoy. That club condones pureblood, mixed-blood mingling. Malfoy would never step foot there."
"You're right. I guess it just shook me up a little."
Ginny nodded and moved into the seat next to Hermione so that they could snuggle and sleep on the way back to Hogwarts.
Draco mounted his Pegasus and gripped the reins tightly, he tapped its sides with his foot to urge it forward. He didn't feel like flying back to Hogwarts. Blaise quietly followed suit, he didn't want to make Draco's mood any worse than it already was. He, himself was in a pretty shaky mood at suddenly losing his grip on "Snow White".
"I will find her. I don't care how many more times I have to come back, I will get ahold of her, I will remove the pretty little mask of hers, and I will make her my intended." He said kicking the pale winged-horse into a gallop and taking off into the sky.
Blaise smiled softly at his friend's vow and quickly spurred after him.
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A/n: Well that was long! Will they ever see each other again? If so, where? How? Will Draco ever know Cinderella's identity?