A/N- So, this was my favorite chapter to write out of these first 5 (:Sorry it's so late, I got banned from my laptop for a bit, and then there's the surprise I was working on. Well, I hope you enjoy(yes, I know that's a short author's note, but whatever)! Oh, also, the Starting Line owns rights to part of this chapter;)
Disclaimer: Me: Hey 'Mione, is that Hogwarts, A History?
'Mione: Yes, why?
Me: Just wondering, I have rights to that book, right?
'Mione: *frowns* No, I can't say you do.
Me: But I have rights to everything else in the Harry Potter series, right?
'Mione: Just give up already, you're obviously not J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 5-Hermione's Room
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Once the shiny wooden door was firmly shut behind her, Hermione took her first look at her room. Suddenly, her breath was caught in the back of her throat and time seemed to lock itself in place.
In one corner of the rather large, rectangular room, was a soft looking day-bed with a light yellow comforter and orange throw pillows. Right above it was a window with a rustic feel to it, similar like the ones in house 27's common room. Through the window, Hermione could see the moon and the stars twinkling in not only the sky, but the calm surface of the Black Lake, which wasn't all too far away. Next to the bed was a decent-sized bookshelf and desk, both made out of mahogany, like every other wooden piece of furniture in the house.
Even though this was seemingly perfect to the bookworm, it was not this that left her breathless. After all, that was only one measly corner of the room.
The rest of Hermione's private room was transformed to look like…
A dance studio! All along the back wall was a mirror, going from the floor to the ceiling. In the mirror, she could see that the wall on which the door was, there was a ballet barre. 'Mione stepped onto the lightly colored wooden dance floor and walked over to the barre. Running her fingers over the smooth, new wood, she felt tingles of happiness quickly spread through her. She had barely walked into the room, and yet she felt more alive than she had in years.
When she was younger, Hermione saw all of the other girls dancing around on the playground. They looked so beautiful, so at ease. She wanted to feel that way too. So that night, an eager Hermione asked her parents(recalling her parents in her thoughts made her cringe) if she could take ballet lessons. Being their only child, her parents complied to her request. Even though everyone made fun of Hermione, the bookworm in school, at her dance classes, she was Hermione, the graceful ballerina. Her instructor even told her that she was a natural! Finally, Hermione was good at something that made her feel beautiful.
But that was before she was sent off to Hogwarts. Being a witch and all, Hermione couldn't find much time to dance and found herself doing so less and less. The last time she really danced was at the Yule Ball!
Hermione tentatively *developed* her leg up on the barre. She could feel a small strain in the back of her knee, something that never happened back in her studio days. Merlin, I really need to stretch out more often, she thought as she brought her right arm up to high fifth. Slowly, bending her back as little as possible, Hermione brought herself forward, stretching over her leg, her hand grazing the tips of her shoes. She slowly came back up and leaned back. Returning to her original position, Hermione sighed contentedly. Through that one simple stretch, she felt the dancer inside of her reawakening. She switched to the other side, putting her left leg up on the barre and repeating the exercise.
Now feeling more reassured and comfortable, she conjured up a pair of ballet flats and slipped them on. Abandoning the barre, Hermione waltzed to the center of the room.
"Music, music, I need music…", she mumbled to herself, "…aha!"
There was a smooth, elegant, black grand piano in the far corner of the room. Hermione let out a very un-Hermione-ish squeal and ran over to it on the tips of her toes. As soon as she sat down, she tried to think of what song to dance to. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she racked her brain for a memory…then she remembered.
With a bright smile on Hermione's face, she slowly started hitting the notes and chords. After only a few sharp or flat notes, the melody flew from the piano, her hands dancing up and down the keys. She then got up and charmed the piano to keep playing the song: Hold On by The Starting Line.
Hermione slowly and gracefully walked on her toes in a circle, coming to the center of the room. Standing in b-plus, she took a deep breath. Her heart gave a leap, and she started to dance.
Starting with simple *balances* and *waltz turns* (to wake up her technique), Hermione glided across the floor, her movements connecting in a very beautiful, fluid way. One glance in the mirror told her that while she would have to work to be as good as she once was, Hermione was still an exceptional, poised dancer.
Knowing the words were about to start, she began the combination she learned years ago. She did a *pas de chat* and a step slide to the left, then two *chene turns* to the right, that flowed flawlessly into a *pencil turn*. Hermione stepped on her left foot into a *first arabesque*. She rolled down off her foot and went into a *chase tour-jete*. She held the ending position and hopped forward on her landing(left) foot.
Her life was more than mine
Like a proud shooting star into the night
She crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife
Hermione brushed her right foot from the back to the front, doing a *grand battement* and landing in *b-plus*. She then spun both of her arms counter-clockwise starting from the bottom going up. Then she stepped forward on her right foot and out on her left foot. Hermione's right arm reached out for something she'd never grasp, and her left arm did the same, making it look as though she was in the middle of a tug-of-war game. She then let her upper body circle around, starting from the right, down to the ground, and then up on the left side. Bringing her arms up to *high-fifth*, she arched back a bit.
It was a bad disease
Her searching was over, over
The chorus of the song came. Now Hermione had lost all her worries and just danced to the music, like she had done many times before, not having to think, but feeling the steps in her soul.
Hermione stepped back on her right, and did the same on her left. Her right leg *developed* front while her hands clasped in front of her. The movement made it look as though she was being pulled forward by some invisible force she was holding on to.
Hold on to the light that guides you
She them *developed* her left leg out to the side as her arms fluidly moved in towards her chest, then up(her left arm went up with her left leg) and tilting downwards(her right arm).In one sudden motion, the bookworm dropped to the ground.
Hold on to the air that cools you
Turning on the ground to face the back of the room, Hermione took her straightened left leg and brought it counterclockwise from the right, then up and towards the left. Her right leg followed-a *fan-kick* on the ground. Hermione came out of the move, standing in *croise derriere*. Then, she took her left leg and pulled it back, dragging her right leg/foot(which was straight and pointed), and then repeated the same action starting with her right foot.
Hold on, hold on to me
The music continued, and Hermione danced to the left, doing *tombe, pas de bourre*, then a *glisade*. Hermione crossed her right leg over her left and did a *cabriole* jump. Her left foot(which was in *tendu* towards the back) did a *rond de jambe* to bring it to the front. To finish this section of the dance, Hermione ran to the right and did a huge *saut de chat*.
Breathing heavily, Hermione grabbed her wand, and with a simple flick, the piano stopped. Luckily, she had brought a flask of water to the bungalow with her.
"Accio flask."
As soon as the words were spoken, her metal, orange water flask came flying into her hands. While gulping down as much water as possible, Hermione pondered over her new room. How had the staff known that she would love this? She walked over to her bed, deep in thought. Sitting down on the bed, Hermione gasped, feeling something cool and hard under her.
Standing back up, Hermione teared up as she saw what it was. It was a scrapbook, and on the front cover was a picture of her and her parents. The Gryffindor grabbed it, flopped back down on her bed, and flipped through the pages: her and her parents right after she was born, her first birthday, first day of school, dance recitals, and so on. It was the most wonderful thing Hermione had ever been given. Even though her parents couldn't remember her, she'd never forget the years in which she had been raised by them. Placing it under her pillow, Hermione wondered what the others' rooms were like.
A/N-Yes, I know, the ending to this chapter is kind of suck-ish. And once again, sorry it's so late, but I DID have to find time to choreograph that dance and then the whole "banned from computer" thing… Well, anyway, hope you enjoyed, and PLEASE take the time to write a review, I would love you forever. What do you think about 'Mione being a dancer? With her always seeming so proper and poised, I think it fits, and after all, the story IS somewhat based off the song White Houses by Vanessa Carlton(If you haven't listened to it yet, go, go, GO!), which is about her years as a dancer. And up next: Draco's room. Hmmm, wonder what that would be…