Author's Note: I know it's a bit early, but here's a Halloween treat! It's basically based off my own experiences of the Halloween dance I just got home from. I danced with two guys I like so…yes, I'm a pathetic romantic. But I'm sure you could all tell XD
Summary: She was too shy, she wouldn't do it. But in the end, she gave in.
Disclaimer: The money I have right now will be going towards Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn when it comes out so I'm as broke as usual. Therefore, I own nothing. Except some really sore feet.
Her hair was knotted from all the dancing and her forehead glistened with sweat. Hermione was tired yet she wanted to keep dancing; she was thirsty yet she didn't want to miss anything to go and get a drink. She kept to a small group of friends and made sure to draw her hat low over her face whenever she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eyes. She made sure to adjust her poorly-made last-minute pirate costume every few minutes and wrung her hands nervously.
She wasn't much of a dancer but when she was surrounded by her friends, it didn't seem to matter in the least. None of them were exceptional but they managed to have fun shaking their hips and waving their arms around dangerously. They stepped on each other's feet and tripped; Hermione herself fell right down on her butt at some point and even laughed at the incident.
The whole point of this dance was to have fun and she did. Yet somehow, she always became distracted. She would glance over her shoulder to look at him or place herself right beside her other crush and dance beside him as best she could. It was all Hermione could do to keep cool and not make too much of a fool of herself.
Of course, most people did make fools of themselves, but it didn't matter much to them. They weren't trying to impress anyone. Hermione was trying to though and she did her very best. Whether or not they noticed she had no idea but in the end she decided that it was the effort that counted more than the result. Still, it stuck in the back of her mind throughout the night---did they notice?
"Come with me, Hermione!" her friend tugged on her arm and pulled her against her will to a young blonde boy who tried just as fiercely to escape his own friends pulling him. "Dance with Draco, Hermione! He won't bite you!"
Dressed in perfectly fitted black dress robes with the green and silver of Slytherin bordering his collar and wrists, Draco was quite the gentleman. Hermione---in her attempted pirate costume—felt most out-of-place when Draco put his arm around her and drew her close to dance. He didn't say anything to her and she had the distinct impression her was throwing angry glares at his friends but he seemed more gentle than she would ever have thought he could be. Her own friends followed her a but and the Creevy brothers got several pictures that they all proceeded to "awww!" over.
She couldn't stop smiling and she couldn't stop blushing.
She wasn't sure if she should hate her friend for eternity or love her for eternity.
Short and sweet, isn't it? The unnamed crush can be anyone you like them to be; preferably not Ron since I don't like him much but it's whatever floats your boat I suppose.
Happy Halloween!