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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
66,315
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135
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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Another taster- I promise one full and long anticipated chapter by Friday, December 3rd, 2010. Scouts Honor. With that being said, Enjoy!
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24.
Hermione’s hands were icy with nerves as she handed her name to be announced. It had take Ginny over an hour to pry her away her busy catering staff. Eventually the red head had had enough, (“You need to look presentable, or do you want possible future patrons of your establishment to think your some creature from the Hogwarts Lake?!”), and dragged her off to get ready.
Hermione knew her staff was well prepared and could find her if anything was needed. Even knowing all of this, she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. She couldn’t pinpoint what or when, but she had been on edge all day. The unresolved issue with Draco didn’t help matters.
Unable to stop herself, her eyes scanned the room below her. She fancied she could see a pale head of hair in the crowded ballroom as she moved up in line.
Wouldn’t that be a spectacle, she amused herself idly. She could picture her name announced, gliding halfway down the staircase, and what is this? Draco rushing up to meet her, bending over her hand with a kiss and tucking it into the crook of his arm effectively telling every other man in the vicinity to bugger off.
Hermione shook her head with a small smile. These small fantasies had been running through her mind all day. It was quite unlike her. But- that was the rub. She might be all Ms. Independent, but like it or not, she liked the romantic grand gestures.
Coming back the present, Hermione belatedly handed her name card to the usher, who must have thought she might be mentally incompetent, to be announced.
Hearing her name, she ignored the hush of the crowd and the feeling of hundreds of eyes looking at her. Years later, and the wizarding world still put a spotlight on her. She plastered a social smile on her face and slowly but confidently began her way down into ballroom.
Casting a glance around the room, she spotted a flash of red hair and directed her steps accordingly.
“Ron, thank God.” She murmured as he gave her a wink.
“Mione, you look stunning.” Ron gave her hand a squeeze. “The staring still feels so odd, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea. Is Harry and Ginny here yet?” Hermione searched the room again for a certain Slytherin.
“Harry, is…uh doing some business elsewhere in the room, and Gin is in the loo…again.” Ron responded.
Hermione nodded, still distracted as men and co-workers came forward to ask to sign her dance card.
Ron chuckled. “ In high demand?”
Hermione felt a faint blush. “You better sign your name now or I’m going to be mighty pissed.”
“I don’t have to sign anything. Some people in your life have priority. I get whatever dance I want.” Ron guided her away from the crush of men, and looked supremely unconcerned.
Hermione gave a real smile, and tucked her hand further into the crook of his arm, trying to ignore the wish that it was someone else’s. She decided to ask a question out of the corner of her mouth. “ And what about Lavender? Where is she tonight?”
She turned her head in time to watch delightedly as Ron’s ears grew pink. Letting him squirm a bit, she grinned. Hermione might not be as observant in the past couple weeks, but she heard enough to know that a romance had re-sparked between Ron and Lavender. Ginny thought it might get pretty serious if they kept at it.
“Oh Won-Won.” She sighed.
Ron laughed. “We’ve been having a good time. She’s been great. She tying up things at work and will be here later.”
Hermione nodded as another wizard signed the dance card at her wrist. Again, she gave a bland social smile as she whispered a question out of the corner of her mouth. “ Ron, how are the hors d'œuvres?”
Ron turned and placed both hands on her shoulders. “Mione, relax. The food is delicious, the venue resplendent, everything is running on time, and you look beautiful. You’ve done wonderfully.”
She grinned, still uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that with all the staring, one pair of eyes didn't wish her well, “Thanks, Ron. I’m just…nervous.”
Ron’s face darkened. He knew instantly what she was thinking about. “No worrying. We have your back.”
Hermione flipped her hair; “ Actually,” she murmured slyly, “Draco does.”
Ron did a wonderful double take before throwing his head back and hoot of laughter. “ Good Gads, you whore.”
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, giggling. “No need to be jealous, Won-Won. But, to be serious, I do have something to ask.”
Ron stopped mid chuckle, catching the unusual amount of gravity on his best friends face.
Hermione schooled her face to stay solemn. “ Where in the hell did you learn the word resplendent?”
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24.
Hermione’s hands were icy with nerves as she handed her name to be announced. It had take Ginny over an hour to pry her away her busy catering staff. Eventually the red head had had enough, (“You need to look presentable, or do you want possible future patrons of your establishment to think your some creature from the Hogwarts Lake?!”), and dragged her off to get ready.
Hermione knew her staff was well prepared and could find her if anything was needed. Even knowing all of this, she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. She couldn’t pinpoint what or when, but she had been on edge all day. The unresolved issue with Draco didn’t help matters.
Unable to stop herself, her eyes scanned the room below her. She fancied she could see a pale head of hair in the crowded ballroom as she moved up in line.
Wouldn’t that be a spectacle, she amused herself idly. She could picture her name announced, gliding halfway down the staircase, and what is this? Draco rushing up to meet her, bending over her hand with a kiss and tucking it into the crook of his arm effectively telling every other man in the vicinity to bugger off.
Hermione shook her head with a small smile. These small fantasies had been running through her mind all day. It was quite unlike her. But- that was the rub. She might be all Ms. Independent, but like it or not, she liked the romantic grand gestures.
Coming back the present, Hermione belatedly handed her name card to the usher, who must have thought she might be mentally incompetent, to be announced.
Hearing her name, she ignored the hush of the crowd and the feeling of hundreds of eyes looking at her. Years later, and the wizarding world still put a spotlight on her. She plastered a social smile on her face and slowly but confidently began her way down into ballroom.
Casting a glance around the room, she spotted a flash of red hair and directed her steps accordingly.
“Ron, thank God.” She murmured as he gave her a wink.
“Mione, you look stunning.” Ron gave her hand a squeeze. “The staring still feels so odd, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea. Is Harry and Ginny here yet?” Hermione searched the room again for a certain Slytherin.
“Harry, is…uh doing some business elsewhere in the room, and Gin is in the loo…again.” Ron responded.
Hermione nodded, still distracted as men and co-workers came forward to ask to sign her dance card.
Ron chuckled. “ In high demand?”
Hermione felt a faint blush. “You better sign your name now or I’m going to be mighty pissed.”
“I don’t have to sign anything. Some people in your life have priority. I get whatever dance I want.” Ron guided her away from the crush of men, and looked supremely unconcerned.
Hermione gave a real smile, and tucked her hand further into the crook of his arm, trying to ignore the wish that it was someone else’s. She decided to ask a question out of the corner of her mouth. “ And what about Lavender? Where is she tonight?”
She turned her head in time to watch delightedly as Ron’s ears grew pink. Letting him squirm a bit, she grinned. Hermione might not be as observant in the past couple weeks, but she heard enough to know that a romance had re-sparked between Ron and Lavender. Ginny thought it might get pretty serious if they kept at it.
“Oh Won-Won.” She sighed.
Ron laughed. “We’ve been having a good time. She’s been great. She tying up things at work and will be here later.”
Hermione nodded as another wizard signed the dance card at her wrist. Again, she gave a bland social smile as she whispered a question out of the corner of her mouth. “ Ron, how are the hors d'œuvres?”
Ron turned and placed both hands on her shoulders. “Mione, relax. The food is delicious, the venue resplendent, everything is running on time, and you look beautiful. You’ve done wonderfully.”
She grinned, still uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that with all the staring, one pair of eyes didn't wish her well, “Thanks, Ron. I’m just…nervous.”
Ron’s face darkened. He knew instantly what she was thinking about. “No worrying. We have your back.”
Hermione flipped her hair; “ Actually,” she murmured slyly, “Draco does.”
Ron did a wonderful double take before throwing his head back and hoot of laughter. “ Good Gads, you whore.”
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, giggling. “No need to be jealous, Won-Won. But, to be serious, I do have something to ask.”
Ron stopped mid chuckle, catching the unusual amount of gravity on his best friends face.
Hermione schooled her face to stay solemn. “ Where in the hell did you learn the word resplendent?”