A/N: I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter.
this is not exactly how i planned to have this chapter turn out to be.. But I had a awful night and i think my writing is just reflecting from that. bogus.
Chapter Eighteen: A Ball to Never Forget [part II]
When Hermione walked back into the Ball she noticed that Draco, Blaise and Ginny were sitting at the table in the corner discussing something as Luna sat there quietly daydreaming. The three of them pulled away from one another when Ginny noticed Hermione walking over to them.
"Everything okay? Where are the boys?" asked Ginny as she stood up walking closer to Hermione.
"Yeah, everything is fine. Their still outside, wanted to cool off more.." she looked over to Luna. "Harry asked me to come fetch you. He asked that you come outside to meet him." she nodded, departing from the group.
"Tell me what happened." said Draco as Hermione sat down at the chair beside him.
"Nothing, they were just asking me about you. Why I came with you and I told them because I wanted to have a friendship with you and that you weren't as bad of a guy that we always had put you out to be."
"As bad? I'm still bad?" he smirked.
"I didn't mean that! I told them I wanted to be here with you and I could see past the sky remarks you manage to always come up with."
"What did they say to that?" asked Blaise, interested in the conversation.
"They said they didn't want anything to do with Draco and they didn't approve of him still... But, they are being reasonable about it. I guess they aren't going to bother me anymore about you and if I ever want to talk about Draco I have to go to Ginny." she smiled toward the red head.
"But of course." said Ginny smiling in return.
"Oh, talk about me often?" asked Draco standing up.
"You don't need to get your ego higher anymore. You're conceited enough."
"Oh, ha ha. Do you want to dance some more?"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Hermione." she said smiling, as she left with Blaise. Hermione gaped for leaving her.
"No, I'm a bit worn out. Unless you want to of course." he shook his head.
"No, I think I'm danced out enough for the night."
"Great, I'm doing to get this dress off." he frowned.
"You look like an angel with it on." she blushed. "I'm not just saying that. You look better then one."
"You look pretty amazing yourself." she brushed against his hand, before finally just going in and lacing their fingers together. She followed Draco out of the Hall, smiling at Harry, Ron and Luna as she passed them. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my room of course." Hermione frowned. She didn't know what to expect with that. Instead of protesting against it, she followed him up to the seventh floor. Entering his room and lighting the candles with a quick flick of his wand.
"Hermione, do you want to stay here for the night? You don't have too. I would enjoy your company." he said quietly when he released her hand.
Hermione breathed in deeply. Unsure of what to say. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do. She wanted nothing more but to kiss the perfect blonde. But by staying the night with him she didn't know what he would think would overcome. She didn't want him to assume differently to what she wanted.
"Hermione?" he asked, when she didn't answer. "You don't have to, I just thought-"
"No, it's fine. I'd like to stay." she said quickly, before she could stop herself. She mentally slapped herself but she could see the smile that Draco had when she accepted his invitation.
"Great!" he said happily. He sounded like a little child. "I have clothes you can wear." they walked into his room and went straight to his dresser. "Do you want just boxers and a shirt?"
She nodded to him. "Yes. That's fine."
He began to hum as he searched in his draws. He pulled out a black tank top and dark green boxers with DM on the front. Hermione began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked when he handed her the clothing.
"You honestly have your initials on your boxers?" she asked, containing her laughter in.
"It wasn't me that did that. My mother always did that."
"In case you lose them, I suppose. People will always know who to return them too." he narrowed his eyes at her. "Okay, I'm sorry for teasing you..." he didn't move. She glanced around the room, ready to already crash in the bed to sleep. "Do you mind if I take a shower?"
"Go ahead." he motioned toward the door.
She almost ran to the bathroom. Not understanding why she had even agreed to stay the night with him. She was so incredibly nervous now standing alone with him. She didn't know how to react and she didn't want him to think that she didn't want him. The truth was Hermione wanted everything about him. She loved everything about him. She couldn't stand being apart from him ever so she couldn't understand why she was reacting in such ways.
She decided to take a bath, trying to relax herself and to taking her time. She had half hoped that if by taking her time, Draco would get bored and fall asleep before she came back from the bathroom. She had relaxed Draco's clothes also fit her perfectly. The tank top wrapped around her upper body perfect along with his boxers. When Hermione entered his bedroom her hope had been shot when she saw Draco.
He was laying on the bed, waiting for her to appear. Without a shirt on, just with boxers on. She gawked at his body.
"How do you manage to look beautiful with boxers and a tank top on too?" he asked as he watched her entire the room. He chuckled as he watched her stare at him up and down.
"How do you manage to look beautiful without clothes on?" she asked, before she could stop herself again. He raised an eyebrow.
"Well then.." he said quietly, his voice in a different tone as he sat up from his laying position, and he stayed straight at Hermione, not taking his gaze away from her. "What shall we do?"
Ha-ha. I'm cruel for leaving it to this.. What do you think will happen next? I'm still debating. I guess opinions would be appreciated!
