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Hermione’s heart was beating out of her chest as she made her way down the stairs. She didn’t get why. It’s not like she was doing anything drastic. Well, if you don’t count changing your whole look just to get some reavenge, drastic.
Beside her, Ginny huffed. “Bloody hell, Hermione! Calm down. You‘re being way over dramatic.”
Hermione turned to her, glaring. “I am NOT being over dramatic, Ginny! After all, I’m just about to walk into a hall full of people looking like something you’d find in a club, and have people gossiping about me.” As she finished she realized how stupid that sounded.
Ginny also seemed to notice this, and shook her head. “Yeah, you’re being over dramatic.” She came to a stop right outside the doors. All they had to do was turn a corner to enter the Hall.
“Give her a break. I would be nervous too.”
They spun around to see Mysteria looking like something you’d see on a Runway. She was wearing a short royal purple dress that had gold accents all through it, with high heeled, black velvet ankle boots. She had put her hair in pigtails with purple and gold ribbons, and she had on purple eyeliner with shiny gold eye shadow. She looked Redcarpet worthy.
This somehow made Hermione feel better. “Well, with you going in with me, maybe I won’t stand out like a sore thumb.”
Mysteria laughed beautifully. “Oh, no. I’m not going in with you. I’m going in BEFORE you.”
Hermione’s heart sank and she turned to Ginny. “Gin‘…” But before she could say anything further, Ginny walked over and hooked arms with Mysteria, and they headed for the door.
“Hermione, You have to do this on your own. After all, this WAS your idea. Besides, the whole point of this “new look” is that everyone sees it. Especially Ron! And, if you walk in with a group, you won’t be noticed.” She then became more serious. “Now, you have two choices. You can either, 1: come in there and show everyone that you are way more then meets the eye. Or 2: you can stand out here all night and forever be known as the goody two shoes, Know-It-All, quiet bookworm to everyone from now on. Your choice, sweet cheeks!” With that said, her and Mysteria turned and went inside.
Hermione was alone now to make a choice that, sadly and very unfortunately, nobody else could make for her.
She knew she couldn’t back out. Not now. Not after all the effort she went to. She just COULDN’T.
Slowly she crept over to the doors and peeked around the corner. Her mouth fell open slightly. Well, I don’t have to worry about looking like something from a club….
The Great Hall had been turned into some kind of modern Disco Club. Lining one wall was an endless table of snacks that, from where she was, appeared to be moving and drinks that seemed to be changing color. Along another wall was a mixture of chairs and couches. Hanging all over the room were multi colored strobe lights, and hanging in the middle by nothing was a shiny, silver disco ball. In the center of the Hall was the dance floor. Looking closer she saw that there was steam coming up from nothing in the floor. Loud booming tecno music was playing and half the school was on the floor dancing.
Hermione’s heart started to beat harder then before. She peeked around the corner again, hoping to maybe spot someone she knew so she could make a straight beeline for them. She couldn’t see Harry, Ginny, or even Mysteria. But, her eyes did fall on another person.
Ron was sitting on one of the couches snuggling with some over tanned girl who looked a lot like Pansy, but without the smashed face.
Guess you only get a girl like Mysteria once out of sheer luck
She thought with anger bubbling inside her. As she watched Ron pull the girl in to eat her face, she remembered why she was doing this in the first place. She wasn’t doing it to fit in, or to show off, or to be part of some special group. She was doing it to get that over sexed, bastard back for being a stupid pig.
Suddenly, she felt a rush of adrenaline, confidence and anger all pulse through her at once. So, walking like the brave, Gryffindor war hero she was, she threw her nose up on the air, and strutted in like the queen of the world.
Seeing the room from an enters point of view was much different from just peeking around the corner. It all looked so much more grand, and something about the music and lights just made you want to move. She actually couldn’t wait to get out there on the floor herself.
As she looked around she came to notice several people were already staring at her. Some had lookes of shock, some dismay, a few, mostly the girls, were looking at her with envy, while some of the fellas looked at her with lust. There were whispers and pointing fingers as she made her way further into the Hall. She had already gotten a few winks and whistles from the guys.
Hermione had walked around for about 15 minutes looking for her friends, but hadn’t come across any. She was starting to get tired from shoving through crowds, and it was really hot in the Hall. She was thirsty, and just decided to give up for the time being and rest.
She made her way over to the snack and beverage table and got some punch that was smoking and changing color from green to a golden yellow. She gulped it down and was about to get some more when someone spoke from right behind her.
“I’d be careful. That punch just might be spiked.” She spun around to come face to face with Draco Malfoy. She looked him up and down as her heartbeat sped up to 1000 beats a second. Hermione couldn’t exactly deny that Malfoy wasn’t a looker, but the way he looked right now would have made any girl swoon.
His hair was out of control messy and hanging in his face. He was wearing a white Tshirt and the sleeves were tucked up on his shoulders showing off his strong arms and with a pair of faded black jeans.
He was looking her up and down as well with a look of longing on his face. He didn’t look snide or cocky. There was no smirk on his face either. He was actually smiling again. It was a small smile, but it was a smile. And, it was completely adorable!
Hermione swallowed hard, and regained her composure. “What do you mean, spiked? Did you spike it?”
He chuckled. “What makes you think I did it?”
She shrugged. “Because you’re Malfoy?”
He smirked this time. “Touché, Granger.” She noticed that he had stepped closer to her. He was only about three feet away. She shivered when she noticed he had that look in his eye again.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” She asked, breathlessly.
He smiled again, flashing his white teeth. Him and Mysteria would be a good couple
For some reason, as she thought this, it irked her. She wasn’t sure why.
Malfoy ignored her question. “I see you finally got rid of the Weasel.” He pointed out.
She nodded. “Yeah… He wasn’t worth it.”
“Like I said.” He said, looking her in the eyes. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like infinity. Malfoy broke contact as he spoke again. “Well, he wasn’t worthy of you either. You can do a lot better…” His voice trailed off as he finished the sentence. It was obvious they were both starting to get uncomfortable.
Malfoy cleared his throat. “So, what’s with the look, Granger?” His eyes ran over her body again.
“Huh?” Oh, uh… I just got tired of the old. Wanted something new.”
“I see…” He watched her. “Well, you look… Really nice.” Nice? She looks bloody fantastic, and all you can say is “Nice”?!
Hermione was getting tired of the creepy way he was looking at her. “Look, Malfoy, I know you are bothering me for a reason. So, what is it?”
He looked away from her to the his feet. “I… Uh…”
Okay, the heat in here must be getting to me. Because it almost looks like Malfoy is…
She searched for the right word in her head. Embarressed!
“Malfoy, neither of us are getting younger.” She said, impatiently.
“I was going to ask if you would like to dance…”
She blinked. “With who?”
He rolled his eyes. “Me, Granger. Would you like to dance with me?” He pointed at himself.
It took all her effort to keep her mouth from falling open in shock. Had Draco Malfoy REALLY just asked HER if she’d like to dance?! With HIM?!
“Neither of us are getting younger, Granger.” He copied her phrase.
“Uhh… I… I…” She stuttered.
He took a baby step closer. “Come on, Granger. No ones asked you yet, and I’m only asking for one dance.”
She frowned a bit at this. “How would YOU know if anyone had asked me yet?”
He smirked. “I just know.”
He was really close to her now, she could smell his cologne. It smelt like heaven!
Nothing like Ron. He always smelled musty. The thought of Ron made her insides boil. In her head, she could see him with Lavender, Mysteria and that wanna-be Parkinson he was with when she came in.
Malfoy was still standing there waiting for her answer. She was thinking about saying no, but the thought of Ron made her change her mind. After all, the whole point of the new her was to get revenger on him. And, what better way then dancing with the guy he hated most?
So, stepping towards Malfoy until their bodies almost touched, she whispered mischievously. “Yes, Malfoy. I’ll dance with you.”
He looked shocked at first, and slightly taken aback by her willingness, but quickly recovered. Smiling, he reached down and took her hand.
As they reached the dance floor, the song changed. It was another upbeat tecno song.
Sounds like Sandstorm
She thought, as Malfoy pulled her into the throng of people. By now the song was full blast, the bass shaking the floor.
She felt the vibration all through her body, getting into her bones. The music was taking over every fiber of her being, flowing into her ears and mind, contaminating her soul. Her feet were almost itching to move. Her hips started to sway as her legs moved in perfect sinc to the rythem.
Malfoy put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. He began my twirling her out and then back to him. He then held her close, making their bodies move with each other in perfect synchronization. It was almost like two puzzle pieces fitting together. They moved across the dance floor, never once falling out of beat with the music. They started almost doing a Tango, even though it didn’t fit the surroundings or music at all. They moved together, pressed so close to each other. Malfoy didn’t losen his grip on Hermione for a second.
She felt so alive with him. The way his body moved with her’s, never making a mistake. She didn’t know if it was this dance floor, which obviously had to be charmed, or if he was naturally a good dancer. Either way, she had never felt like this before. And, even though she knew it was wrong, she loved the feel of their bodies pressed so close together.
They were both so cought up in the dance that neither noticed the whole floor had cleared, making a circle around them to watch. They didn’t hear the whisperes or see the pointing. People unable to believe that Draco Malfoy and the renewed, outstanding looking Hermione Granger were dancing none too innocently all over the floor.
Two of these people were Harry and an actually not very surprised Ginny.
“Is that… Hermione?!” Harry asked his girlfriend in shock.
“Yes, it is!” She beamed.
“What HAPPENED to her?! She looks… So… Un-Hermione!” Ginny didn’t think she’d ever seen her boyfriends eyes get so big.
“I’ll explain it all later, Harry! But, just so you have an idea, she got a makeover.”
“Okay, and this is making her dance with Malfoy, how?!”
“I’ll have to explain later.” She repeated.
Before Harry could ask anymore question, however, someone else appared by his side.
“Who is that dancing with the ferret?” Asked Ron, sounding disgusted.
“Why do you ask?” Ginny wanted to do this just right.
“Just curious. I don’t see why any girl that amazingly hot would dance with someone like him.”
Ginny had to keep from laughing.
“Who is that girl anyway? She looks a little familiar...”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I would hope she would.”
Ron frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
Ginny made a face of mock surprise. “Why, Ron, don’t you recognize your own ex-girlfriend?”
Ron looked at her confused before it hit him. He looked back at the dance floor in disbelief.
“That’s… That’s… Hermione?!”
“Yes, it is! Doesn’t she look amazing?! Her and Mafloy make a good couple, don’t you think?!” Ginny couldn’t help but rub it in.
Ron stared out at the dance floor in absolute disbelief. “She… She looks… Amazing! What happened to her?”
“She got a makeover.” Ginny said it as those it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“A makeover? Wow! That‘s so… Spontaneous! She looks so… Wow, wild!” He kept watching Hermione with a look of awe on his face. Then his expression turned dark. “Wait, why is she dancing with Malfoy?!” He said the name with so much disgust it sounded like he might just vomit on the spot.
“Why they’re dancing together, Ron! Isn’t it obvious?!” Ginny was loving this.
Ron slowly started turning different colors before settling with a bright red and balling his hands in fists.
“They are both really good dancers!” Harry chimed in.
“I know!” Ginny smiled.
Back on the dance floor, the song was drawing to an end. Malfoy pulled her to him, and she swung her leg up rapping it around him. One of his hands incircled her waist, pressing her body as close as possible, while the other cupped her leg, keeping it in place. She put one arm round his neck, putting that hand in his soft hair, and placed the other hand on his face as he laid his forehead on her’s just as the last beat played.
They froze there like that, looking into each others eyes. Hermione had never noticed just how silver Malfoy’s eyes really were and he had never noticed that her’s were the color of beautiful milk chocolate. Their faces were so close together they could have kissed. And, they were about to. Malfoy’s eye never left Hermione‘s. She could see his lips getting closer to her’s and her heartbeat somehow got even faster.
Just as she felt Malfoy’s lips brush her’s they were pulled apart by the beginning of another song and all the people jumping back onto the dance floor. If Malfoy hadn’t pulled her to him tightly, she would have gotten swept away into the crowd. She was already wondering how they were going to get out of there. Her wondering, however, was short lived as she felt Malfoy scoop her up in his arms. She gasped in shock as he carried her off the dance floor.
Once they were a safe distance away, he set her down.
Getting over her shock, she smiled. “Thank you!”
He smiled back. “For which thing?”
She laughed. “For the dance and for getting us both out of that insane crowd!”
He chuckled. “Anytime, Granger!”
She was starting to feel thirsty and tired. She wanted to get a drink and rest her feet. She just didn’t notice which one she wanted to do first. She looked over at the wall lined with chairs and the looked over at the drinks. She was longing for both.
Malfoy noticed this little delima of her’s. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. She looked so cute.
“You look thirsty. Would you like a drink?” He asked.
She looked at him, slightly startles. “Uhh, sure…” She said, giving one last look to the chairs, before heading for the drinks.
Malfoy laughed. “No, Granger. You go sit. I’ll get us both some drinks and meet you back over there.”
Hermione was a little unsure. “Why would you do that, Mafloy?”
He shrugged. She cracked.
“First you advised me about Ron, then you are nice to me, talking to me a lot, always giving me this weird look. Then you dance with me like no one has EVER danced with me, and now you are offering to get me a drink?! Oh, and lets not forget you just scooped me up in your arms and carried me!” She was running out of breath now. “I just don’t understand you! You’re confusing me to no end! Why are you helping me?! Being so nice to me?! I thought you HATED me!”
He sighed and looked away from her. They stood there without saying a word for a couple minutes before he finally turned back to her. “What if I told you I didn’t hate you anymore?”
She was speechless. Maybe Ginny was right… “Then you have a lot of explaining to do.”
He frowned at her in confusion. “What do you mean, Granger? Explain?”
She nodded. “Yes, explain why you don’t hate me anymore.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. He should have known this wasn’t going to be easy with her. Why couldn‘t she just except it? Because after all the hell you‘ve put her through over the years and because she IS Hermione Granger, and because you don‘t really have any reason to except for the tiny little fact that ever since you first saw her at the beginning of the year, she‘s been in your head, in you dreams, and the reason for everything you do.
He thought to himself. She was still waiting for an answer from him. “Okay, fine. I’ll explain. How about you go sit down and I’ll get us some drinks and then explain it?”
Her eyes narrowed. “How do I know you aren’t going to run off?”
He sighed again. “You’re just going to have to trust me, Granger.” He turned and walked away, heading for the refreshments. She stood there for a second, pondering, before heading over to one of the sofa’s and sitting down.
It was really comfortable! She snuggled into the cozy couch and looked around. She looked at all the people dancing on the floor, the strobe lights bouncing off the walls, the disco ball casting silver specks all over the Hall. She saw Mysteria on the dance floor dancing with some blonde girl, she thought she might have seen Harry and Ginny somewhere in there, she saw Ron coming towards her looking murderous, she saw the beautiful…
Her eyes snapped back to Ron who was coming at her looking redder then she thought she’d ever seen him. Uh oh… This isn’t going to be good…
She stood up, hoping to make a break for it but wasn’t fast enough. Ron was on her in no time.
“Hermione!” He shouted.
Taking a deep breath, she spun around to face him. “Why, Ronald. I haven’t talked to you in awhile.” She said casually.
He didn’t even seem to notice she’d said anything. As he got closer, though, his face went from out of control angry to shock.
“Wow… You… You really do look…. Wow!” His eyes ran up and down her body. “ Ginny said you got a makeover, but she never said of big of one! Why did you do it?”
She rolled her eyes. “I just got tired of the old and wanted something new. So, I got a new look. It suits me pretty well, I think.”
He ogled her. “Well, you look wonderful!”
She tried not to snort at this comment. “Thank you, Ronald. Now, if you didn’t come over here for anything other then to gawk at me, I’ll be going.” She turned to walk away when he grabbed her arm.
She turned back to face him and saw that his face had gone back to being red and angry.
Wow, that was a fast mood swing
She thought, slightly surprised.
“Wait, I’m not done with you yet!” He snarled.
She laughed. “Congratulations, Ronald! You just gave a whole new meaning to being Bi Poler! And, F.Y.I…” She yanked her arm out of his hand. “You were done with me a long time ago. Remember?” She turned to walk away from him when he stepped in front of her and wouldn’t let her pass.
“Why were you dancing with that nasty ferret?!” He almost yelled.
She glared at him. “Be quiet, Ron! You’ll make a scene!”
Ron chuckled darkely. “I don’t see why that would matter to you. You already made a big scene with… With… HIM!” He made a face of disgust. “Now, why were you dancing with that slim ball?!”
“If you REALLY must know, it was because he asked me to.”
Ron’s mouth feel open. “He… Asked YOU?!”
Hermione put her hands on her hips. “Yes, he did!”
Shock was still etched all over his face. “Why would he ask YOU?! He hates you!”
She shrugged. “Well, he doesn’t anymore, I guess.”
Ron laughed loudly making some people turn and look at them. “Yeah right! He’s probably just hoping to get in your knickers.”
Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she wanted to hit someone this bad. “No, Ron, that’s was just you! Now, if you will be kind enough to let me through…” She tried to side step him, but he stepped in front of her again.
“Why did you accept his offer? You could have said no.”
“Because, no one had asked me to dance, and in case you didn’t notice, it can be a bit awkward dancing alone. And, BEFORE you say anything…” She stopped him as he opened his mouth to speak. “I couldn’t find Harry or Ginny anywhere to dance with them. So, I accepted.” He just huffed. She went to side step him again, and made it. Almost. She had gotten around him, yes. But, she hadn’t gotten far enough away from his hands. He grabbed her roughly and whipped her back around to face him, making her yelp slightly in pain.
He opened his mouth to yell at her, when suddenly he went staggering backwards falling into some of the chairs and knocking them over, causing a big racket. People stopped what they were doing to look at what was going on while Hermione looked around to see what had made Ron fall.
Coming towards them was Malfoy. He had his wand out pointing strait at Ron, and he looked murderous. He walked up to Hermione to stand in front of her like a shield. She heard some people gasp from shock at this.
Ron had gotten up by now and was glaring at Malfoy.
“Get away from her, Malfoy!” Ron shouted, taking out his wand.
Malfoy smirked at him. “And, why should I do that?”
Ron didn’t seem to have an answer to this, which made Malfoy very happy. “See? You don’t have a reason. Now, why don’t you run along and go shag some ugly little tart?” He took hold of Hermione’s wrist and started walking away before turning back. “Oh and, stay away from her!”
He started walking away again, taking Hermione with him. But, Ron spoke again. “I don’t have to do what you say, Malfoy!”
Malfoy spun back around to face him. He let go of Hermione and advanced on Ron. “You do if you want to keep all your limbs! Don‘t you dare hurt her again, Weasel!”
Ron looked a little scared by this at first, but quickly regained himself. “Why does it matter to you what happens to her, ferret?”
Everyone, including Hermione, was silent. They had all been watching, and were curious. Hermione was waiting with baited breath. She was about to have the answer to all her questions.
Malfoy, however, seemed to have been rendered speechless. He just stared at Ron with hate beyond anything anyone had ever seen.
Ron smiled at his.
Malfoy finally answered. “That’s none of your bussiness, Weasley!” He growled so low, Hermione almost missed it.
“I knew it! You just want to shag her don’t you?! Well, guess what, Malfoy, that’s not going to happened. Believe me, I’ve tried.” There was a “We didn’t need to know that!” from someone in the crowd.
“HA! I’m not like you, that’s not all I think about and that’s not what I want!”
Malfoy and Ron were almost nose to nose now, wand in hand and trying to stare each other down.
Ron’s voice was barley above a whisper. “Then what do you want from her, Malfoy? Help on some homework?”
There was an aching silence while Malfoy stood there glaring at Ron. When he spoke, his voice was barley above a whisper either.
“No…” He turned away from Ron and made a beeline for Hermione. “I don’t want any of that.”
Hermione was frozen in place as Malfoy reached her. Suddenly, he rapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.
“I only want her…”
Then, he bent down and kissed her.