Dancing With Dragons

CHAPTER 3: It's Never What is Seems

Saturday, the day of the Halloween Ball, found Hermione, Draco, and the rest of the perfects setting up for the ball. Hermione had to admit it was coming along rather nicely. The professors had spelled the ceiling to look like a typical Halloween night, with a full moon and large, dark clouds. The tables had been removed and the floor was covered in fall leaves. The perimeter was dotted with tall trees in the middle of their fall transition. Large jack-o-lanterns, they would be lit later, were floating around the room, while enchanted pictures of witches were zooming around on brooms (though they were not ugly with piercing noses and large black pointed hats). There was even a small warmed mist that hung around the room. By the time it was finished she had to run and get Ginny, because they only had two hours left before the dance to get ready.

Ginny and Hermione got ready in Mione’s room.

“ Mion, I can’t believe you actually got this dress. You’re going to be the most beautiful girl there. Next to me of course.” The girls laughed. Hermione was so glad Ginny didn’t think her bad to get the other dress.



“ Yes, something just came over me and I had to have it. Do you think Tom will me mad?”



“Tom would be mad not to get over it and not just love you in this dress. I bet he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”



“ Well, that might be problem. Ginny did you and Harry ever, you know, have sex?”



“ Mione no. I mean he wound never let me!”



“ Ginny!”



“ Oh come off it Hermione. I think it’s okay if you really love some. Well hell, I think it’s okay to do whatever you want as long as it feels right to you. Why, you thinking of doing it with Tom?”



“ No. I don’t think I am ready.”



“ Or maybe its just Tom. You know I’ve never wanted to have sex with anyone else but Harry. Other boys made me happy, but never wild with passion.” She wagged her eyebrows. Hermione laughed, but couldn’t stop thinking that the only two boys who had ever done that to her were Ron and Malfoy, but Ron’s was more a calm longing. Malfoy filled her with raw nerve ending lust. Gross, never mind she didn’t just think that.



The girls talked about sex as they got ready. Hermione did a wild down-do. It was in large, messy, teased curls that she had spelled to the point of immoveable. Her make-up was done with dark, husky red earth tones and her eyeliner was thick. She put on bright red lipstick. She loved Halloween because she could always over do it. She slid on the red dress, which had a tight corset like top that flowed down in soft, loose red and white material, like Phoenix tail fathers. Ginny helped her put on the wings that came with the dress. They hung down so they wouldn’t get in the way, and they had a classic beauty about them instead of looking like cheesy angel wings. She had opted to go without the mask; because it was rather annoying and she figured the red color and wings gave it away.



Ginny couldn’t stop staring in awe and it made Hermione feel good, though she thought Ginny looked just as, if not more, ravishing. She had on and the 17th century styled dress, its complete blackness shimmering in the light of Hermione's room. Ginny's hair came down in shinny, soft curls (which had taken much to much work to achieve). The red of her hair and the white of her skin contrasted so intensely with the black of her dress it was impossible not to notice her. The only part that gave away exactly what she was, were the teeth Hermione had transformed into fangs.



“ Ready?” Ginny asked as the girls examined each other.



“ Yes, I guess.”



“ Hermione I’ve never seen you look so gorgeous. You’re perfect.”



Hermione couldn’t help but give Ginny a quick hug, which was something because Hermione didn’t do casual touching. She'd spent too much time around boys. The girls headed down the staircase. As she dissented, seeing Tom, Neville (Ginny’s date) and to her surprise Malfoy, she felt like Bell from Beauty and the Beast. In that second, she knew all the eyes in the room were for her. It gave her a feeling of sexual power, one she had never felt before. It all ended when she saw Tom’s smile falter.



As her and Ginny reached the boys Tom reached out for her but asked harshly, “I though you were going as a Unicorn, that’s why I wore white robes?”


“Yes Granger, I though so too.” Malfoy drawled, having the most shit eating grin on his face.



“Shut up Malfoy,” Both Hermione and Tom said at once, but luckily Malfoy’s date walked into the room. Suddenly all eyes were for the most exotic women Hermione had ever seen. It took her a moment to place the girl. Kamilla Mihailvo was a seventh year Slytherian who had come from Russia. Over the years her accent had faded slightly, but her voice was still husky and alluring. Hermione had always been jealous of her. She was tall and thin, mostly made of legs, with a dark complexion and long black, black hair.



Her make-up was almost as intense as Hermione’s, but it was done in dark greens and reds. Suddenly she realized that her and Malfoy were matching dragons. Kamilla’s dress was glued to her body showing off ever inch of her legs, which were only elongated in the most beautiful jeweled heels Hermione had ever seen. Hermione could do nothing but gasp at her beauty.



Malfoy had matching green robes on that shimmered. But underneath the dress robe, which was gapping open, Malfoy had on a Renaissance looking outfit. He was wearing a red puffy shit, tucked into green pantaloons, but the best part was the knee-high length boots made of dragon skin. Instead of looking ridiculous, Malfoy looked like a knight from a medieval wet dream. Hermione had the urge to kneel down and lick her way up.



“ Draco, darling, you look more amazing than ever. Truly a dragon. No?” Kamilla’s slight Russian accent felt like fur against Hermione’s skin and she was suddenly jealous of her. If she hadn’t been so dressed up she would have felt unworthy to even be in her presence.



“ Ready to go Tom?” Hermione didn’t even wait for an answer, she grabbed his hand and headed for the door, but Kamilla stopped them.



“ Hermione Granger, is that you? You look very beautiful. A phoenix, no?”



Hermione blushed, not believing that this beautiful woman knew her name, let alone would complimented her. “Yes, that’s correct. You look very beautiful too, you two look great together as dragons,” She ended lamely.



“ Oh yes, yes I suppose ve do.” She smiled with so much confidence.



“ Well we could have looked that good too Mion if you hadn’t changed your dress,” Tom hissed rather loudly into Hermione's ear.


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“ I am sorry Tom, its just the unicorn dress didn’t fit so I went back but they dint have any more in the right size, so I picked this. I thought it would be a nice surprise," she hissed out the side of her mouth become increasingly more upset that they were fighting and in public none-the-less.


“ Oh it is Granger,” Malfoy laughed, but his eyes held darkness in them. Ginny and Neville were staring at each other and than back at her, neither knowing what to do.



“ No one asked you Malfoy.” Tom was starting to turn red.



“ Vell ve vill all me late, no, if ve don’t go soon. Shall we valk together?” Kamilla asked, obviously wanting to end the tension.



“ Yes,” Ginny jumped in, “I think that would be lovely.”



The motley crew walked to the Great Hall together. Ginny and Hermione chatted away with Kamilla, realizing they had a lot in common with her. By the time the fifteen-minute walk to the Ball was over Hermione decided that she rather liked the girl, and was convinced that the Slytherian were playing a large trick on her.



The group parted as they entered the hall. Everyone was milling around waiting for dinner while soft music was playing. Hermione walked around with Ginny to see all the costumes, there were muggles, ministry workers, and even people dressed like Harry Potter!



By the time dinner started Tom seemed to had forgiven her and told her she look very sexy (kissing her neck several times, which she just ignored). For once, the school mixed and ate dinner with each other, and Hermione thought it was great. She ate with Neville, Ginny, Tom, Luna, and a random mix of Ravenclaw, Gryffindors, and Hufflpuffs she rarely got at chance to talk with. As soon as everyone was finished stuffing their faces with pumpkin cookies and pumpkin pie the lights dimmed and loud music started to play. Luna immediately pulled the group onto the dance floor.



Hermione didn’t think she ever had as much fun, and desperately wished the boys were here to enjoy it. She was pretty sure she had dance with every person in the whole school! She also got endless compliments about her costumes, and even a few cheesy pick up lines from fifth, sixth, and seventh year boys. Tom lightened up and didn’t give her crap once for dancing with other boys. She was also glad to find that Tom even liked to dance, walking off an dancing with quite a few other people.



By twelve-thirty Hermione found herself sitting next to Ginny in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by a large group of people. The common room was packed to the brim. There were a few Hufflepuff, Ravenclaws and to her surprise Slytherins. Hermione was having fun people watching and discussing the night's events. She was so content that she didn’t even try to stop people from drinking fire whiskey that was being passed around, though she declined any for herself.



“ Where do you think Tom ran off to?” Hermione asked ,trying to see through the crowed.



“ Last I saw him and Seamus were taking shots. You’re probably going to have to baby him tonight,” Ginny stated as she downed a shot herself.



“ I don’t know how you drink that stuff.”



“Its good,” Ginny coughed.



Hermione laughed. “Sure, well don’t over do it either. I am going to find Tom and make sure he’s okay. I wanna see him before I go.”



“ Leaving so soon Mion.”



“ Well, yes I am rather tired.”



Hermione walked around the room several times trying to find Tom, but it became a difficult task as she ended up mingling every time she bumped into someone she knew. Finally she bumped into Seamus.



“ Have you seen Tom?”



“ Umm, a little bit ago he ran out with Kathryn Seventon,” Seamus slurred, “to get more fire whiskey. They should be back by now,” At the words "fire wiskey" the room burst out into drunken cheers.



“ Oh, well, that’s just what this room needs more off,” Hermione commented as the room quitted to a dull roar.



“ Hermione.”



“ Yes Seam?”



“ I just want to tell you, you look beautiful, no sexy. I didn’t know you had that, you know, in you. Really, I not saying this to be weird, Ron would kill me, but every boy couldn’t stop staring at you to night. If Tom wasn’t your date, more than one boy would have been asking you out to night.”



Hermione laughed nervously. “Thanks Seam. It can be our little secret, but I think you’re just drunk. Tell Tom if you see him I getting really tired and I am heading to the dorm. He can come stop by for a bit if it’s not to late, but I’ll probably be in bed in an hour.”



“ Will do Hermione, and Hermione I just wanted to say I really respect you for not giving it up to Tom.”



“What?! You really must be drunk, I have to go,” Hermione said,, not sure if she wanted to laugh or yell.



But Seamus grabbed her arm. “Listen, cause were friends, I want to tell you that they’re rumors going around that Tom has being sweating you for you know,” Seamus made gross hand jesters and Hermione cringed, “but you haven’t given in. I just wanted to say I think Tom’s a good guy, but if that’s true you’re a good women. Must girls would bent over backwards (Hermione tired not to think dirty thoughts) to be with Tom, most girls now don’t even give a hoot who they give it away to anymore.”



“Umm thanks, I think. Listen I got a go, but remember if you see Tom.”



“ Yuuup, got it Mion.”



Hermione head was spinning with the night’s events and what Seamus had said. Was that really the rumor? How had that even gotten started? That was suppose to be private. She really wanted to find Tom and ask him. She hadn’t even told much to Ginny, and she knew Gin was loyal to the death. However, Hermione didn’t have to go too long to find Tom. ========================================================================================================================
She lit her wand to find her way around the dark castle halls. She took the unbeaten path because she really didn’t want to see any more people. As she was passing through a hallway with mostly deserted classrooms she thought she heard a noise coming from one of them. She immediately thought someone might be hurt or drunk and lost, as no one walked these halls even during the day.



She gathered her dress in her hands and followed the noise. She finally found the source a few doors up. The door was slightly ajar. At first she was just going to yell hello, but she could hear soft groans, and paniced thinking it might be deatheaters. She went for the element of surprise. She pushed the door open with her shoulder pointing the wand straight out into the middle of room. Her wand poured light into the dark room. What she found was neither a drunk, lost person nor even a person in need of her help. At first she couldn't even speak, but reality seemed to bitch slap her.



“ Ttttt tttt Tom!”


Two pairs of eyes were looking up at her. The young sixth year Kathryn Seventon was laying, on her back, completely naked on the large dusty desk. From the wand light she could see Kathryn’s small perky breast and hard pink nibbles. There were hickies already forming on her neck and breast. Her lips were swollen as if they’d been kissed unmercifully, and obviously they had, Hermione thought. But the worst part was that Tom was standing up leaning over the girl, buried deep inside her.



Hermione watched, as if in slow motion, as Tom slide out of Kathyrn trying to shove himself into back into his pants. It was only than Hermione closed her eyes, not wanting to see more. She could feel hot tears pouring.



“ Oh my god. I mean fuck! Tom how could you?” She was sobbing, her tearing steaming down her face and landing coldly onto her still outstretched arm.



“ Hermione.” Hearing her name made her look back at the scene. This time Kathryn had gotten up and was trying desperately to put on clothes. However, there was an imprinted in the dust of where she laid. Hermione couldn't stop staring at it, it was like a permanently reminder of what she’d seen.



“ I can explain…I am…”



Hermione was flushed with anger. She was shaking and hot and she couldn’t stand one more moment of this. “ Don’t you even, you dirty scum. How could you?” Then she ran from the room just letting her feet carry her because she couldn’t see through her tear.



Suddenly she heard shouts. It was Tom running after her calling her name. “Mion, please wait.” She tried to double her speed, but as she reached the porthole door, trying to shut it in his face, Tom pushed his way in with his strength.



Hermione backed up keeping Tom in her view. His hair was sticking in ever direction, like hands had been running threw them, wait Hermione thought, they had. His shirt was on backwards and she could tell from his eyes he was very drunk.



“ You are not invited in here,” Hermione stated firmly. “ Better yet I don’t ever want to see your disgusting face again!”



“ Stop yelling Hermione, you’ll wake up the whole school. Be rational, that’s what I’ve always loved about you.” He tried to come closer to her.



Hermione pointed her wand at his chest. “Don’t you come an inch closer. You don’t bloody love me you selfish fucking git. If you loved me you wouldn’t have buried you two-inch dick into another girl. Merlin Tom, she's only fifteen.”



“ And how would you know a think about my dick? Hmmm you little prude.”



Hermione felt new tears. His words cut deeply. “Oh, so that’s what its’ about. Couldn’t get it from me so went around looking for it! Thank Merlin I never slept with you, you disgusting man whore,” Hermione was shirking with rage, so much so that she didn’t hear the upstairs door opening.