"You did a wonderful job with the decorations Hermione." Ginny touched an edge of one of the tables. Instead of going with the Icy, wonderful winter wonderland feel, Hermione had gone a little macabre. The candles floated, mismatched in the ceiling flickered, in either silver, purple, and black light. Spider webs, in both silver and black had been draped around the walls and the ceiling. Hermione couldn't help but appreciate the hard work she'd put into making sure the party would be amazing.
"Thank you, it looks better than I had hoped honestly." Hermione admitted before turning to her right slightly as someone addressed both of them. Hermione blinked looking at the woman before her, it took her a moment to realize that it was Professor McGonagall. She looked ten, maybe even twenty years younger than what she really was.
"Despite how I want to tell you to cover yourself, the party looks wonderful Miss Granger." McGonagall handed both of them a flute of champagne. Hermione had the decency to blush when McGonagall talked about her dress. She had the urge to elbow Ginny. She had told her that the dress was too out there, too flamboyant and ostentatious.
"Thank you Headmistress, I put a lot of effort into this. I'm glad that it turned out so well." Both of the girl's shipped at the champagne they had been handed.
"You two enjoy the rest of the evening but remember, at midnight the house elves have been instructed to stop serving champagne, and serve chilled grape juice, butterbeer, stuff of that nature." Hermione didn't know why but she felt that McGonagall was trying to tell them to drink while they could.
"Professor." Hermione stopped her curious about her outfit. As she had been raised by muggle parents Hermione recognized the figure McGonagall had been dressed as. "Did you decide to dress up in purple robes, or did someone pick out that outfit?" McGonagall played with the purple robes that she donned.
"Professor Langdon actually chose this outfit for me. Is it not fitting?" McGonagall touched the pointed horn like structure on her head. Professor Langdon had dressed her exactly like Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. Hermione quickly shook her head smiling.
"No, no it's very fitting indeed." Hermione smiled at the Headmistress. "Have a nice night Professor." Ginny looked at Hermione curiously as their Headmistress walked away and Hermione tried her hardest not to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Ginny asked. Though Hermione didn't have a moment to explain as a figure dressed in dark fur spun her around, a rose in it's furry mouth. Immediately Hermione knew that it was Harry, Harry had mirrored his lost Godfather's appearance as an animagus. Ginny got it too, because she giggled placing a hand to her mouth as he growled at her playfully.
"Hello beautiful lady, might I acquire your first, and last dance of the evening?" Harry's bright green eyes twinkled as he looked at his lady in red lovingly. Ginny looked back at Hermione for a moment, biting her lip. She didn't want to leave her friend.
"Oh go on! He brought a rose and everything." Hermione pushed her best friend towards her boyfriend with a laugh. "We're at table number three, I've made sure to put place cards out for each of us." Ginny and Harry didn't pay much attention to her though, they were already wrapped around one another, heading on to the crowded dance floor. With her best friend gone, Hermione began her search for Ron. She felt like she hadn't seen him in ages. Though Hermione had no idea what he would be wearing, or if he'd even recognize her beneath all the makeup, what with her mask, and her dress.
"I'm sorry." Hermione looked up at the person she had bumped into. "Neville! Your costume is amazing." Hermione reached up, touching the face he had made for himself. He was the most convincing lion she had ever seen on a person. What surprised Hermione more was the short, beautifully dressed girl beside him. From the looks of it they had decided to match, the same spell work had transformed her pretty face into that of a beautiful lioness.
"Thanks! It wasn't easy but, I did it." He looked proud of himself, Hermione could see why. She'd never seen his spell work turn out so spectacularly.
"You're very welcome. Now, tell me who is this on your arm? I don't think I know her." The girl looked at Neville for a minute before extending her tiny hand out at Hermione a smile on her whiskered cheeks.
"Astoria Greengrass, sister of Daphne Greengrass." Hermione blinked, looking back up at Neville even as she took the girl's hand shaking it respectfully. "I must admit, you're much nicer and prettier than Daphne always said. I'm two years younger than you, but McGonagall bumped me up a grade, I tested up during the summer." Hermione's astonishment only grew, not only was she beautiful but the girl was smart.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but if you don't mind I'd rather like to take this lovely girl out on the dance floor." Neville tipped hi head at Hermione taking Astoria by the hand, leading her on to the dance floor.
"Astoria and Neville." Hermione mused. "I would have never thought it." Tossing back her head, Hermione downed the rest of the flute in her hand, putting the glass down, ignoring it as the glass disappeared almost as soon as it was placed. The work of Winky and a few other house elves who'd volunteered to take care of the 7th year's party.
When Draco entered the dungeon's he immediately went on the prowl, even if he didn't realize it. Draco was looking for one person, and one person only. Hermione. He wanted to touch her, wanted to see her smile, wanted to smell her. God's he just wanted to know that she still existed and above all, he wanted to kiss her. Kiss her until her skin burned with the fire he felt inside of himself, just so she'd know how much he wanted her. Wanted to be with her, to take her.
He stalked around for ten minutes before Draco stopped. He heard her. Heard her laughing with her friends. Slowly Draco peeled his eyes until they landed on her. He wasn't positive until she turned, revealing those beautiful butterscotch eyes. She looked marvelous. The dress clung to her, and was loose all at the same time. How had he never noticed Granger had such a nice set on her? Draco licked his lips grabbing two flutes of champagne as he stepped toward the girls. He didn't even notice Potter until he turned the Weaselette around, trying to be romantic, Draco was sure.
Taking a step forward Draco almost swore aloud. Fucking Longbottom. Longbottom, wasn't as clumsy as he used to be but that didn't stop him from bumping into Granger. Draco recognized the girl on his arm, it was none other than Astoria. Draco smirked, remembering when his father had been trying to organize a marriage between himself and Astoria. Draco pounded, hearing Granger talk to herself the moment Longbottom pulled Astoria away from the girl out on the dance floor.
"I'm sure there are a lot of things you never thought would happen." Hermione turned, started at the deep voice behind her, an extended hand held toward her a cerulean flute in his hand, icy blue eyes capturing her own honey brown ones. She was so busy staring into his eyes, Hermione barely noticed his costume. A dragon, it was sexy, dangerous, and sexy. Made Hermione's cheeks flush and her heart flutter.
"Like what?" Hermione couldn't stop her curiosity as she took the flute from him, sipping at it. The pink one had been delicious but, Hermione swore that the blue one had hints of cotton candy to it.
"Like what it would be like to dance with a total stranger, not worrying at all who they are, what other people will think, anything." He downed his own flute, putting it down as he smiled at her, the smile sent shivers down her back, making her nipples tingle. She'd never gotten that response from a smile, never. "What do you say Miss Monarch? Care to dance with me?" Hermione downed her own champagne slipping her small hand into his big one. Hermione felt as it her hand were on fire as he took her out on the dance floor. Of course a slow song played and her dangerously handsome dragon pulled her close, entwining his fingers in hers.
Hermione felt her thighs brush up against his as they danced, though he never stepped on her dress, or her feet not once. His hand on her lower back drew lazy circle's making her breath quicken. His thumb also repeated the same motion palm of her hand. Her full red lips parted as they danced silently for a long moment, the icy dragon staring at her intensely. Hermione blushed, shying away from his gaze before she couldn't handle it any longer.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Hermione felt light, her voice came out breathy, excited.
"Because you're the most beautiful creature at this party. Most beautiful woman at this school." Hermione's breath escaped her. If she wasn't wrong, she'd say that she was dancing with Draco. He didn't have blue eyes though, Draco had silver eyes like molten mercury.
"You don't even know who I am, how can you say I'm the most beautiful woman at the school." Ever the skeptic Malfoy chuckled darkling at her, leaning forward, around a couple of feathers, pressing a kiss on the shell of her ear before whispering in it.
"I know exactly who you are Hermione. It would be impossible to miss your beautiful eyes, your lips, I could never forget them." Hermione shivered, pressing herself closer to her mystery partner ignoring the chill bumps that ran down her spine.
"Do I get to know who I am dancing with?" Malfoy pulled back, looking at Hermione for a long moment. Considering whether or not he wanted to reveal his identity to her. Hermione looked up at him hopefully. She'd just let him press a kiss to her ear after all, Hermione didn't just let random men do that. "Is that you Ron?" Draco had been leaning in for a kiss, though he stopped as Hermione asked if he were the Weasel. A tight smile pulled on Hermione's lips.
"No, no I am not Ron. Give me a kiss and I promise at the end of the night I will tell you who I am." Hermione hesitated though that was all the answer Malfoy needed, that and seeing the luscious red on her lips made him impatient. He couldn't wait any longer. Leaning down Malfoy pressed a seering kiss to her lips, pulling a gasp from her.
Hermione hadn't expected him to kiss her without her answer, but she liked it. He took her breath away, took her breath away, nipped at her bottom lip, before tracing it with his tongue and pulling away. "I'll find you." With a twirl he released the girl from his grip, albeit with difficulty, loving the dazed expression on her face, the redness on her cheeks, and over all flustered appearance she had. Malfoy needed to cool off though, before he did something drastic, like kill the Weasel she mistook him for.
Heading back to the table she had placed her name at, Hermione sat down, placing a hand over her pounding heart, her lips still parted. It took Hermione a moment but, she finally looked up, pulling herself out of her thoughts. Hermione's heart dropped at the sight before her. Ron, there was no mistaking it, he wore an eagle costume, but had barely disguised his face. He had a dark beauty wrapped around him, in a sexy yet, as Ginny had said it, trashy snow leopard outfit.
Hermione's brow furrowed, oh why the hell did she care anyway. Standing up, Hermione pushed her way through the dance floor, searching for the sexy dragon with icy blue eyes. She didn't think she wanted to know who he was anymore. In fact, Hermione downed another flute, picking up a second as she gracefully moved through the crowd. She was positive she didn't want to know who he was.