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Chapter 8: 09. Halloween
Hermione looked at the girl lying on her bed, kicking her legs like a five year old in a tantrum. She was rather disgusted at the behaviour the girl a year younger than her was showing. Astoria was pummelling Hermione’s pillow and shouting obscenities aimed at Goyle, whom she was going to the ball with. Hermione and Draco had planned this ball to be fancy dress, so Goyle had wanted to go as a Muggle soldier and if you were a couple, you had to match so Astoria had to match her boyfriends outfit and she wasn’t happy. He had given her a boy’s uniform and she couldn’t figure out that all she had to do was mutter some spells and it would change into the outfit she wanted.
Hermione at first had been astonished that Astoria had accepted Goyle’s invitation to the party, but when she exhibited this behaviour, Hermione realised they had more in common than she thought. Sick of the girls whinging Hermione muttered several spells on the uniform to make it more suitable for Astoria to wear. The combat trousers turned into a miniskirt and the boots turned into stiletto boots, Hermione knowing full well that Astoria’s feet would hurt by the end of the night. Next, Hermione changed Astoria’s hair so the wavy blonde hair turned straight and fell down her back. She smiled at her imagination and helped Astoria put on the costume. They couldn’t decide what to do with the shirt until Hermione thought about tying it in a knot but then undoing the top few buttons. Astoria was ready after a flick of mascara and a slick of lip gloss. She heard Goyle and Draco shouting for them to hurry up but Hermione was no-where near ready.
Astoria went down without Hermione, told Draco she was coming, and left the common room with Goyle. Draco started pacing the room, waiting for Hermione to hurry up. He had come dressed as a prince from a fairytale, Prince Philip from Sleeping Beauty as he knew that this was Hermione’s favourite story. However, it had taken him ages to find out what this person looked like and he had ended up asking some Hufflepuff if they knew the story or film. He wanted Hermione to hurry up so he shouted for her to hurry up before stalking to the entrance to the common room to look outside the door. He saw every sixth and seventh year walking towards the Great Hall, and with his back to the common room he shouted for her to hurry up otherwise he would leave without her. Turning around his jaw hit the ground.
Hermione was stood in the middle of the room, looking amazing. Her black hair was up in a messy bun with tendrils of curls falling out of it and around her face. A little tiara sat on top of her head and her brown eyes shone. She wore a dress of blue, slightly more fancy than Aurora’s, but Draco didn’t care. The material clung to every curve Hermione had on the top half of her body, and from the waist it widened out causing a wide skirt, with a blue shimmer on the top. Her shoulders had been dusted with some shimmer powder and her make up was barely there but Draco knew she didn’t need make up because she looked beautiful no matter what. From behind his back, he pulled out a blood red rose, completely flawless, that had been enchanted to fit round the person’s wrist. As soon as Hermione placed the rose to her skin, it wrapped itself around her wrist, not tightly but Hermione knew it was there. Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She looked stunning and he knew he was very lucky she had said yes about going to the ball with him.
Earlier that day he had been sent a letter from his parents, containing another letter written by Lord Voldemort.
I am pleased to hear about the return of Miss Hermione Parkinson, she will be a loyal follower of our cause, I am sure. However a matter of importance has come to my attention which must be followed. You are to bed Miss Parkinson tonight, because it is critical that you do this. It has to be you and it has to be tonight. If you wish to prove your loyalty to me, you must do this task. I will be waiting to hear of your success.
There had been no name on the bottom of the letter but by the tone of the letter and the penmanship Draco could tell that it had been the Dark Lord who had sent this letter.
‘Hey, Draco, you going to take me to this ball or not?’ Hermione’s thoughts entered his head. He had completely forgotten that she could invade his thoughts so he wouldn’t have to think about his mission while she was around him. However, he noted that he didn’t need the Dark Lords permission to sleep with someone; he only needed their permission because he would never abuse anyone. Some Death Eater he was going to be.
He offered his arm to Hermione, which she took and placed her own gloved hand daintily on his. He led her from the common room, down the stairs to the entrance to the Great Hall. The doors opened and silence covered the room, as everyone turned to stare at the couple entering. Everyone knew who it was and everyone wanted to be them. They looked perfect together and they were perfect individually. Draco led Hermione to the centre of the dance floor and the band struck up, playing a slow waltz, the traditional opening dance of any ball. They glided effortlessly around the room, one of his hands on the small of her back, the other enclosed with hers, and her head on his shoulder. Dumbledore watched the pair from his seat and closed his eyes. He knew what would happen tonight and he knew that Hermione would be clever about it, but he still wasn’t 100% sure that she was loyal to the Order of the Phoenix. After all, her best friends had turned their back on her as soon as she was announced to be a Parkinson. She hadn’t helped matters by abusing her power, but Harry and Ron still had some blame. The person he most placed blame on was himself. Why hadn’t he told her? She would have been strong enough to handle it and she may have remained on the light side, but he didn’t know. Watching the pair stare into each others eyes while dancing to another song, Dumbledore felt a pang in his chest. He knew that they both cared deeply for each other but only time could tell what would happen to the two of them.
Draco’s grey eyes gave nothing away to Hermione. She knew he was keeping something from her but whilst trying to penetrate his mind, she felt like she was betraying him. He would tell her when he was ready and she would find out soon. She knew that. Instead of dwelling on it, she smiled sweetly up at him, her daring him to kiss her, and she got her wish. He brought his lips to hers and Hermione melted on the dance floor. She gave into his touch and her knees fell from underneath her. She was only supported by him, and she could feel every inch of him. Hermione knew he wanted to get out of there and she grinned, hoping to draw out his torment longer. They went to the bar to get a drink, and they sat at a table near the entrance. They were both enjoying their drink when her eyes quickly came into contact with a pair of emerald eyes shining across the room at her. Hermione tried to pull Draco away quickly but Harry was too quick and he caught up with them as Hermione tried to pull a protesting Draco out of the hall. He rounded the table they were going round and Harry headed them off.
“Parkinson” he spat, venom flowing in his word, “Malfoy. Should have guessed you were coming here together. Especially that spectacle you two put on in here a few weeks ago. Well, we really know what side you have chosen now but answer me this. All this time, all the years we had been ‘friends’ did you know that there was something not right about you? Did you know that you would eventually join the side where you belong? Someday I will face you again, and when it comes to the end, I will show no mercy!” he glared once more before striding off to a scowling Ron, whose date Lavender, looked put off that Ron was staring at Hermione instead of her.
Draco and Hermione looked with disgust on their faces as they watched a pathetic Lavender try to make ‘Ron Ron’ listen to her. She was moaning and almost crying and Hermione was irritated by herself for ever comparing herself to Lavender. However, she noticed that as soon as Lavender knew they were watching she winked at Draco and scowled in Hermione’s direction.
‘Ha ha, that night was a right laugh’ Draco thought to himself as he thought about the night that he and Lavender had spent together.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Hermione bellowed, the whole hall looking at her and Draco.
Draco had forgotten that Hermione could hear his thoughts and she had tuned in at that precise moment.
“YOU? WITH HER?” Hermione pointed from Draco to Lavender accusingly.
“Don’t you Hermione listen to me Draco Malfoy! You slept with…with.. THAT?” She pointed to Lavender once again. “I didn’t think you would stoop that low!” she added with a slight cackle that even Draco was shocked at.
“Look, what has happened to you?”
“I don’t know what you mean!”
“What? I seem what? Perturbed that my boyfriend has slept with possibly every girl in this hall?” Draco hadn’t noticed until now that Hermione’s eyes were a deep black and then he realised what had happened.
“Where is he?”
“Where’s who? Are you now turning gay Draco?” Hermione started to cackle once again
Draco snarled as he saw the person he knew had done this. “Potter!”
Ron and Harry had been standing at the front of the crowd watching this whole thing unfold but what he hadn’t noticed was that Harry had been moving his mouth when Hermione had been talking. As if he was talking through her. As quickly as a cheeter, Draco was in front of Harry, his hands clasped tightly on his wand, the wand under Harry’s adams apple.
"Take it off her” Draco commanded
“Take what off?” Harry asked, feigning innocence
“The enchantment you have on her. Take it off or I swear to god, Weasley will be asking you to the next ball!”
“I haven’t got the slightest idea what you are on about.”
“Remove the enchantment from my girlfriend otherwise you will be Weasley’s girlfriend. I think you would suit pink actually Potter. I will show you, shall I?” he sneered as Harry’s costume turned into a pink dress, much like the one Ginny was wearing.
“Harry?” Ginny asked. “What is he on about? What are you doing to Hermione?”
“Aww, Potter. Your girlfriend would like to know how you have enchanted Hermione, Head Girl by the way, and are now speaking through her.”
“Shove off Malfoy” Ron finally said
“Managed to pluck up the courage to speak to me Weaslebee? Remember the last time you tried to curse me, you were throwing up slugs for a day. Care to try again? At least I am older and wiser, whereas you have the mental capacity of a Nargle and the wits of Hagrid.”
There was a loud bang as Dumbledore finally made his presence known again.
“Harry, take it off!” Dumbledore said in a stern voice. Harry and everyone around was shocked as they had never heard Dumbledore speak to Harry in that way. It was as if he was disappointed and angry with the way Harry handled the situation of Hermione’s ancestry.
“Mr Malfoy, I would like you to take Miss Parkinson back to the Heads Common Room and wait for me there. Everyone, the party is over. Harry you are to stay exactly where you are.” Dumbledore said as he muttered the counter spell to the spell Hermione was under. She closed her eyes and felt weak.
Draco, seeing Hermione about to fall, caught her in time. Placing one of her slender arms around his neck, he slid an arm under her knees and other around her waist and carried her back to the room. Lying her gently on the sofa, he waited for Dumbledore and ten minutes later, Dumbledore was with them once again, apologising to Hermione and warning Draco that if something like that ever happened again then he was to take points off, not turn peoples clothes into the opposite sex’s clothes. With a curt smile, Dumbledore left and Hermione started to see clearly again.
“Draco, what happened?”
“It’s a long story”
“Tell it to me”
So he did tell her it, and she looked horrified at what she had said and what she had done. He had told her about Harry and his apparent dislike for them as a couple. When he was finished, she cuddled in close to him, and kissed him on the lips.
“Its only ten o clock you know” she muttered into his ear as she nibbled on his ear lobe.
“Yeah but you have had a rough night”
“Personally I would like the distraction”
“I am a distraction eh?”
“You are one big distraction to me Draco” Her hand started to unbutton the buttons on his tunic, revealing Draco’s toned chest. She ran her forefinger down his chest and along every defined muscle on his body. His hands trailed her arms, until he had hold of the corset part of the dress. He started to unlace the back, and Hermione stiffened but relaxed once more. He stopped and asked her if she wanted to continue. When she said she did want to continue, he silenced her by taking her lips with his. The corset of the dress came undone as soon as the strings were out, and Hermione sat, on Draco’s lap while he kissed her collar bone, across and under her neck, down the other collarbone and towards her breasts. Hermione could barely concentrate on what she was doing as Draco teased every part of her chest, until moving to the waistband of the skirt. He pulled it down and off in one quick motion until she was sat there with just her panties on. He smiled at her and she grinned greedily back, and pulled her towards him.