Boys Night, Girls Night

Now it's getting to the good part, and I can't stop my hands from typing! So here is another chapter and I hope it meets all expectations!
***sorry if you guessed the major domo was the stalker- he's not :-)...just a pasting error- but that would be a fun turn wouldnt it? lol- its going to show up in two chapters i believe, so sit tight!******

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27.

Granger whirled around at came face to face with Draco for the first time since their little fight earlier that night. She was still unsure whether she was angry, but when she caught the look on his face, she decided to give him a chance to apologize. A theme she was getting use to lately.

Hermione could feel his sigh of satisfaction as she came to rest against his body. “You were right,” he whispered into her ear, hardly moving his lips, but his tone rueful. “I’m bloody jealous. I’m jealous of anyone who can touch you with such familiarity. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you dancing with anyone but me? To see you looking so unbelievably beautiful that it hurts?”

Hermione glanced up and shivered. His eyes were hot looking down at her, hot and complete sincere. She gave a little shake of her head, it was still hard to believe that she could affect him that much.

Undeterred, he continued, “Not to mention this dress. You wearing my colors is such a turn on I’m surprised I can dance” his breath stirred her earrings and a quick brush against his hips as they completed a turn left her in no doubt as to his meaning.

Hermione bit back a moan and focused on the conversation and not the urge to kiss him senseless. How, even in a crowded room surrounded by wizarding society, was he still able to reduce her to a mindless bunch of hormones?

“See? Your lips didn’t get chapped too much from kissing my ass.” She smirked trying to distract herself.

Draco grinned briefly knowing exactly what she was trying to do. After all that he had said to her in the past weeks, getting her to believe him was going to take some work. “Trust me Granger, kissing anything of yours won’t cause me a moment of hesitation.”

He took her hand and brought it up to rest just over his heart, and for a moment longer than was necessary, he curled his fingers over hers. He focused his gaze on her. Draco needed for her to understand. “I am sorry. I just- I see Krum and can’t help but feel he is trying to get the same thing I want.”

Hermione couldn’t quite bring herself to speak louder than a whisper, her eyes riveted on his face. “And what do you want?”

Draco’s stare was unwavering. “You.” It was that simple, and that complicated.

“You have nothing to worry about if you had listened to what me and Krum were talking about,” she confessed. “He knew that there is something going on between us. That there always has been. Not that he’s happy losing out to you.” She added. She was very conscious of how close they were and the grip of his hand on her hip. She felt the heat of it through the fabric, and she was dying to do more about it.

“Besides, for the time being you have it. Me, I mean. You have me.” Hermione flushed embarrassedly that the words could have fallen uncensored from her mouth. He probably already knew that fact. It wasn’t like she was hard to read.

Taking a risk, she peeked up at him. So maybe he didn’t know. Draco’s face was wonderful to behold. She could read every emotion playing across it. Relief being the main emotion.

It felt as if they were perched on the edge of something very important, that the next moment would define and make sense of everything else they had been putting each other through. Hermione felt goose bumps flash across her skin, her whole body seeming to wait for the significance of the moment — which never came to be.

Just as she saw Draco open his mouth for something she had no doubt would change her life, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Jumping at the unexpected contact, she registered the face of the Major Domo, who looked rather sorry for interrupting. Somewhat flustered, she tried to straighten out her thoughts. It was too easy to be wrapped up in her own little bubble with Draco and forget she was in a room filled with hundreds of other people.

“Excuse me, Ms. Granger. But the kitchen staff needs you for a brief moment.” Hermione nodded and regretfully broke out of Draco’s grip.

Before Draco could even collect himself, Hermione was being bustled across the room, through a door. The music came to an end, and Draco couldn’t shake the feeling that he had missed his opportunity. Determined, he decided he wasn’t wasting another moment. Regaining his sense of purpose, he made for the door where she disappeared.


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She looked beautiful tonight. Radiant.

He walked to the edge of the balcony to get a better view of the dance floor below.

She was graceful when moving about the floor, quite at ease with whom she was dancing.

But he wasn't equally as comfortable with it.

That man didn't deserve to have his hands on her, to be within fifty yards of her. That man would get his before this was over, he would see to it. Hermione Granger didn't belong to anyone but him.

She was disappointing him now, by allowing him to touch her. Allowing this disgusting creature that thought so much of himself to hold her while they danced. She would need to be punished.

But not too severely. She was just too nice to those around her. That man that foolish man would need to be dealt with firmly. Discarded, if need be. She would be upset, he knew this. But she would come around when he explained how it wasn't meant to be.

She would accept it.
She would have to.

Red. She should be wearing blood red. Not the color she was wearing tonight as a hint to the man she was dancing with.

Blood red would look so wonderful on that skin, dripping from blue lips.

She would wear red for him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.