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Paintbrush · 08-07-2009, 02:43 PM

Hehe yes, "Hermione" it is

And HannahLongbottom, this is only because I'm leaving for a week next week and I won't be around at all

So I'm using the time I have not to write. And post. And write some more.

And read

All right, well, this is the penultimate chapter, be warned. but I already have another idea for a Dramione story, I'll be starting on that soon as well...

Enjoy!

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Chapter 9

All of the Hogwarts student body attended the Christmas ball, ‘awwing’ and ‘aaaahing’ at the spectacular decorations adorning the Great Hall, which had been transformed into ballroom.

Even Draco was impressed (although he wouldn’t actually admit this to anyone were somebody to ask him) with the intricate chandeliers, floating candles in various shapes, frozen fireworks suspended among the enchanted stars of the ceiling. He walked confidently in his black dress robes, ignoring the admiring looks he received from the majority of the female attendees. He came alone, and he had no intention of flirting with anyone there.

Well, perhaps with one person… although he highly doubted he would have the chance to, never mind what people would start saying were they to be seen holding a civil conversation with one another.

But then such thoughts flew out of his mind when he saw her at the other end of the chamber, a lilac dress hugging her curves and falling in shimmering elegance to the floor. Her hair fell in waves down her back as she moved over to her two best friends. Even they, Draco noticed, looked impressed.

He swallowed and looked away from her, in the fear someone would notice him gawping. Unfortunately for him, someone did, and they approached him with a face full of unhidden glee.

“So, Granger’s the one occupying your mind these days, eh?” Blaise asked, standing close to his friend so that nobody could overhear them. As a Slytherin, discretion was in his blood.

“Sod off, Zabini,” Draco warned, not deigning to look at him and taking a sip of his punch.

“Yes, well, I can see why you’re sporting that attitude,” Blaise continued, smirking. “I doubt that her two bodyguards would let you near enough for you to say ‘hi’ to her, much less to win her heart, but there is always a slim chance of a miracle…”

“The only miracle that will be occurring here tonight will be you surviving, unless you stop talking.” Draco stated, casting the other boy a narrow-eyed glance before moving over to another group of Slytherins and pretending to join in their conversation, although his mind kept wandering to her.

He knew that Blaise was right, of course. But what was he to do? He couldn’t help feeling attracted to her, and…

As soon as he realized what he’d thought, Draco shook his head and mentally berated himself. Deciding enough was enough, he excused himself and began walking in the direction of the door, suddenly deciding that an early night was not such a bad idea after all.

He was just passing through the door of the Entrance Hall when he noticed he’d almost walked into someone, someone dressed in a shimmering lilac dress.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at him. Was it the lighting, or was she blushing?

“Hi,” he responded with a smile. “You look lovely.”

She looked at him, surprised, but then smiled. He didn’t know where that compliment had come from; he hadn’t been thinking about what he was saying, that was certain.

“Well… goodnight, I guess,” she said awkwardly, after a moment’s silence.

“Goodnight,” he replied, perfectly aware of how lame this conversation was but feeling powerless to change this fact. They moved around each other to go to their respective common rooms.

08-07-2009, 02:43 PM	#50 (permalink)
Paintbrush SS 100 Triumphant DIMC Puffskein Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Over the Rainbow. Posts: 1,825 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harvey Jarvis Second Year	Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus Hehe yes, "Hermione" it is And HannahLongbottom, this is only because I'm leaving for a week next week and I won't be around at all So I'm using the time I have not to write. And post. And write some more. And read All right, well, this is the penultimate chapter, be warned. but I already have another idea for a Dramione story, I'll be starting on that soon as well... Enjoy! --------------- Chapter 9 All of the Hogwarts student body attended the Christmas ball, ‘awwing’ and ‘aaaahing’ at the spectacular decorations adorning the Great Hall, which had been transformed into ballroom. Even Draco was impressed (although he wouldn’t actually admit this to anyone were somebody to ask him) with the intricate chandeliers, floating candles in various shapes, frozen fireworks suspended among the enchanted stars of the ceiling. He walked confidently in his black dress robes, ignoring the admiring looks he received from the majority of the female attendees. He came alone, and he had no intention of flirting with anyone there. Well, perhaps with one person… although he highly doubted he would have the chance to, never mind what people would start saying were they to be seen holding a civil conversation with one another. But then such thoughts flew out of his mind when he saw her at the other end of the chamber, a lilac dress hugging her curves and falling in shimmering elegance to the floor. Her hair fell in waves down her back as she moved over to her two best friends. Even they, Draco noticed, looked impressed. He swallowed and looked away from her, in the fear someone would notice him gawping. Unfortunately for him, someone did, and they approached him with a face full of unhidden glee. “So, Granger’s the one occupying your mind these days, eh?” Blaise asked, standing close to his friend so that nobody could overhear them. As a Slytherin, discretion was in his blood. “Sod off, Zabini,” Draco warned, not deigning to look at him and taking a sip of his punch. “Yes, well, I can see why you’re sporting that attitude,” Blaise continued, smirking. “I doubt that her two bodyguards would let you near enough for you to say ‘hi’ to her, much less to win her heart, but there is always a slim chance of a miracle…” “The only miracle that will be occurring here tonight will be you surviving, unless you stop talking.” Draco stated, casting the other boy a narrow-eyed glance before moving over to another group of Slytherins and pretending to join in their conversation, although his mind kept wandering to her. He knew that Blaise was right, of course. But what was he to do? He couldn’t help feeling attracted to her, and… As soon as he realized what he’d thought, Draco shook his head and mentally berated himself. Deciding enough was enough, he excused himself and began walking in the direction of the door, suddenly deciding that an early night was not such a bad idea after all. He was just passing through the door of the Entrance Hall when he noticed he’d almost walked into someone, someone dressed in a shimmering lilac dress. “Hi,” she said, smiling at him. Was it the lighting, or was she blushing? “Hi,” he responded with a smile. “You look lovely.” She looked at him, surprised, but then smiled. He didn’t know where that compliment had come from; he hadn’t been thinking about what he was saying, that was certain. “Well… goodnight, I guess,” she said awkwardly, after a moment’s silence. “Goodnight,” he replied, perfectly aware of how lame this conversation was but feeling powerless to change this fact. They moved around each other to go to their respective common rooms. __________________