A pair of dark mysterious eyes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,153
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A pair of dark mysterious eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's beautiful characters and I have a perfectly good job so im not trying to make any money out her! Just to clear that one up!
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The evening could not have been more perfect! The great hall was decked out to suit the occasion in beautiful shimmering, silver and lilac drapes, with sparkling icicles and ice crystals falling from the ceiling like tears of diamond. Every small table, seating around five, was made of an exquisitely crafted crystal and covered in a translucent, silvery tablecloth. The dance floor was raised up on a platform and bathed in a strangely romantic lilac light.
Hermione was sitting at one of the amazing, ice-like tables, gazed around in awe of the decorations. She wasn’t the only one. There were gasps of delight as girls entered the hall, stunned by the elegance of the place and she even heard a few boys make impressed exclamations.
“Looks incredible doesn’t it?” whispered Ron in Hermione’s ear as she watched a real life fairy flutter in and out of the drapes.
“Isn’t it just?” she breathed back. “Just perfect!”
She turned as she felt Ron’s hand on her waist. His face was dangerously close to hers and the look in his eyes was unmistakeable. Hermione had suspected something like this to transpire through the course of the evening but she hadn’t been expecting it to happen so soon, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.
“You look beautiful tonight Hermione.” He whispered, looking her deep in the eye.
In truth she did look beautiful. She was wearing a silvery, baby blue off the shoulder ball gown that shimmered when she moved and fanned out towards the bottom with stunning embroidery of tiny flowers on the bodice. Her hair, unlike some of the other girls, who were wearing buns with a few tendrils of hair around their faces, Hermione had let her hair down. Gone were the days of a bushy tangle of wire, she had long ago discovered the real advantages of magic with a simple styling spell. Her hair now hung in big, honey-coloured, loose curls that fell to just below her shoulders. She had used a small blue butterfly clip to pin one side back a little, which exposed a small diamond embedded in silver falling from her ear.
She smiled and pretended that she didn’t realise Ron was making a move.
“You’re so sweet! Do you want me to get you a drink, you must be parched!”
Hermione quickly turned and walked away from a dumbstruck Ron as she headed towards the bar that had been assembled for the evening.
“Two butterbeers please!” she asked, looking around at the other students as she did so. Hermione smiled as she saw Harry and Ginny taking to the dance floor, waltzing to the slow music. They were such a cute couple! Well they will be, when Harry asks her out, which Hermione had ordered HAD to be tonight. She had a feeling Harry would not disobey. He knew what Hermione was capable of!
She took the drinks from the pretty barmaid, suddenly realising that she was going to have to face Ron again, unless she wanted to stand alone with two drinks looking like a prat.
The hall was really filling up now. She could make out some of her dorm-mates with their dates. Parvati was gazing up into the eyes of her new boyfriend Terry Boot and Lavender was batting her eyelashes at Dean Thomas as he talked animatedly to her.
Hermione had decided not to ask anyone else to the dance. She felt that she couldn’t handle the stress off being tied down to someone all night but she had realised what was going to happen when Ron announced that he was dateless and quietly suggested the possibility of finding someone there when Hermione was in earshot. Honestly! He was so predictable it was almost funny!
The brunette sat down at the nearest empty table and scanned the hall for any more familiar faces. She spotted a splash of silver blonde hair and immediately recognised the pointed features of Draco Malfoy. Hermione was surprised to see he was fairly well composed and talking to someone who’s face Hermione couldn’t make out in the crowd. After the war and his father’s death Draco confessed his part in Voldemort’s dark plan but also insisted that his father was the cause of this. Dumbledore, being the forgiving man that he is, agreed to give Malfoy one more chance, which Draco took up instantly.
The ball in fact was to celebrate the end of the war and thank the many souls that fought for their side and lost their lives such as Kingsley Shackelbolt.
She spotted Pansy Parkinson on Draco’s arm looking as pug faced as ever and Hermione quickly averted her eyes from the rather unpleasant site of Pansy’s face.
Sighing, Hermione stood up and decided to head back towards her original table, turning many heads as she did so. The young girl wound her way through the groups of smiling girls and spotted Ron at his table, sitting alone and looking rather agitated.
“Everything alright Ronald? You look nervous!” Hermione asked in a falsely bright voice. Ron looked up into her eyes with an almost pleading look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice,
“Look Herms, I wont lie to you, I’ve liked you for a while now and I just really need to know whether the feelings mutual.” He hesitated before plunging on, “I know it’s weird, we’ve been such good friends for so long and whatever happens I don’t want that to change. I just feel like we should be more...that’s all.” He finished somewhat lamely.
Hermione looked at him with a sympathetic look on her face. His self-esteem wasn’t the highest and his record with girls wasn’t the best. Hermione fought to keep a smile from creeping onto her face as she remembered the disastrous invite from Ron to Fleur Delacour when he asked her to the Yule ball three years ago. But there was no point lying and pretending she wanted anything more than friendship when she didn’t. That would be far more humiliating when he discovered the truth.
“Ron...I...” She started but was interrupted by the sudden blast of music from the front of the great hall. Students cheered and whistled at the change in music and there was an immediate rush to the dance floor as girls dragged their respective partners to the front. Hermione looked hopelessly at Ron and shrugged, the music too loud to hear a word of conversation. Ron waved a hand miserably at her, indicating her to go join the gaggle of students at the front of the hall.
She obeyed reluctantly and went to sit at another table on the other side of the hall, out of sight of everyone else.
Almost everyone.
Hermione recognised the music, as it was muggle. In fact she loved the current song with a passion. Poison. The Alice Cooper dance remix.
Over the summer Hermione had met several muggles her own age who taught her to do stuff that she would never have dreamed of doing otherwise. She’d met a girl named Rachel and her boyfriend James. They’d taken her to clubs and showed her how to dance to different types of music; Trance, Hip-hop and just general grinding moves. Hermione had suddenly developed a love for music, especially club music. It was so easy to just loose yourself in!
Hermione sat, staring into space, absent minded as she mouthed the words to the classic song.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
She looked up at the dance floor and saw many closed eyes as people swayed to the music before the beat set in. She could tell this type of music was new to most but they liked it.
Suddenly Hermione spotted a pair of eyes boring into her.
A pair of dark mysterious eyes. The man was leaning back in a chair separate from the dance floor in semi darkness. His posture was very suggestive with one arm round the back of the fine old chair and legs apart. He looked relaxed and had a small and slightly scary smile, directed straight at Hermione on his face.
Hermione was transfixed.
I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison...
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What do you think? It's my first fic so i just thought id have a go! plaease R&R!
The song was the Alice Cooper dance remix of 'Poison'
*~*~*~*~
The evening could not have been more perfect! The great hall was decked out to suit the occasion in beautiful shimmering, silver and lilac drapes, with sparkling icicles and ice crystals falling from the ceiling like tears of diamond. Every small table, seating around five, was made of an exquisitely crafted crystal and covered in a translucent, silvery tablecloth. The dance floor was raised up on a platform and bathed in a strangely romantic lilac light.
Hermione was sitting at one of the amazing, ice-like tables, gazed around in awe of the decorations. She wasn’t the only one. There were gasps of delight as girls entered the hall, stunned by the elegance of the place and she even heard a few boys make impressed exclamations.
“Looks incredible doesn’t it?” whispered Ron in Hermione’s ear as she watched a real life fairy flutter in and out of the drapes.
“Isn’t it just?” she breathed back. “Just perfect!”
She turned as she felt Ron’s hand on her waist. His face was dangerously close to hers and the look in his eyes was unmistakeable. Hermione had suspected something like this to transpire through the course of the evening but she hadn’t been expecting it to happen so soon, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.
“You look beautiful tonight Hermione.” He whispered, looking her deep in the eye.
In truth she did look beautiful. She was wearing a silvery, baby blue off the shoulder ball gown that shimmered when she moved and fanned out towards the bottom with stunning embroidery of tiny flowers on the bodice. Her hair, unlike some of the other girls, who were wearing buns with a few tendrils of hair around their faces, Hermione had let her hair down. Gone were the days of a bushy tangle of wire, she had long ago discovered the real advantages of magic with a simple styling spell. Her hair now hung in big, honey-coloured, loose curls that fell to just below her shoulders. She had used a small blue butterfly clip to pin one side back a little, which exposed a small diamond embedded in silver falling from her ear.
She smiled and pretended that she didn’t realise Ron was making a move.
“You’re so sweet! Do you want me to get you a drink, you must be parched!”
Hermione quickly turned and walked away from a dumbstruck Ron as she headed towards the bar that had been assembled for the evening.
“Two butterbeers please!” she asked, looking around at the other students as she did so. Hermione smiled as she saw Harry and Ginny taking to the dance floor, waltzing to the slow music. They were such a cute couple! Well they will be, when Harry asks her out, which Hermione had ordered HAD to be tonight. She had a feeling Harry would not disobey. He knew what Hermione was capable of!
She took the drinks from the pretty barmaid, suddenly realising that she was going to have to face Ron again, unless she wanted to stand alone with two drinks looking like a prat.
The hall was really filling up now. She could make out some of her dorm-mates with their dates. Parvati was gazing up into the eyes of her new boyfriend Terry Boot and Lavender was batting her eyelashes at Dean Thomas as he talked animatedly to her.
Hermione had decided not to ask anyone else to the dance. She felt that she couldn’t handle the stress off being tied down to someone all night but she had realised what was going to happen when Ron announced that he was dateless and quietly suggested the possibility of finding someone there when Hermione was in earshot. Honestly! He was so predictable it was almost funny!
The brunette sat down at the nearest empty table and scanned the hall for any more familiar faces. She spotted a splash of silver blonde hair and immediately recognised the pointed features of Draco Malfoy. Hermione was surprised to see he was fairly well composed and talking to someone who’s face Hermione couldn’t make out in the crowd. After the war and his father’s death Draco confessed his part in Voldemort’s dark plan but also insisted that his father was the cause of this. Dumbledore, being the forgiving man that he is, agreed to give Malfoy one more chance, which Draco took up instantly.
The ball in fact was to celebrate the end of the war and thank the many souls that fought for their side and lost their lives such as Kingsley Shackelbolt.
She spotted Pansy Parkinson on Draco’s arm looking as pug faced as ever and Hermione quickly averted her eyes from the rather unpleasant site of Pansy’s face.
Sighing, Hermione stood up and decided to head back towards her original table, turning many heads as she did so. The young girl wound her way through the groups of smiling girls and spotted Ron at his table, sitting alone and looking rather agitated.
“Everything alright Ronald? You look nervous!” Hermione asked in a falsely bright voice. Ron looked up into her eyes with an almost pleading look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice,
“Look Herms, I wont lie to you, I’ve liked you for a while now and I just really need to know whether the feelings mutual.” He hesitated before plunging on, “I know it’s weird, we’ve been such good friends for so long and whatever happens I don’t want that to change. I just feel like we should be more...that’s all.” He finished somewhat lamely.
Hermione looked at him with a sympathetic look on her face. His self-esteem wasn’t the highest and his record with girls wasn’t the best. Hermione fought to keep a smile from creeping onto her face as she remembered the disastrous invite from Ron to Fleur Delacour when he asked her to the Yule ball three years ago. But there was no point lying and pretending she wanted anything more than friendship when she didn’t. That would be far more humiliating when he discovered the truth.
“Ron...I...” She started but was interrupted by the sudden blast of music from the front of the great hall. Students cheered and whistled at the change in music and there was an immediate rush to the dance floor as girls dragged their respective partners to the front. Hermione looked hopelessly at Ron and shrugged, the music too loud to hear a word of conversation. Ron waved a hand miserably at her, indicating her to go join the gaggle of students at the front of the hall.
She obeyed reluctantly and went to sit at another table on the other side of the hall, out of sight of everyone else.
Almost everyone.
Hermione recognised the music, as it was muggle. In fact she loved the current song with a passion. Poison. The Alice Cooper dance remix.
Over the summer Hermione had met several muggles her own age who taught her to do stuff that she would never have dreamed of doing otherwise. She’d met a girl named Rachel and her boyfriend James. They’d taken her to clubs and showed her how to dance to different types of music; Trance, Hip-hop and just general grinding moves. Hermione had suddenly developed a love for music, especially club music. It was so easy to just loose yourself in!
Hermione sat, staring into space, absent minded as she mouthed the words to the classic song.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
She looked up at the dance floor and saw many closed eyes as people swayed to the music before the beat set in. She could tell this type of music was new to most but they liked it.
Suddenly Hermione spotted a pair of eyes boring into her.
A pair of dark mysterious eyes. The man was leaning back in a chair separate from the dance floor in semi darkness. His posture was very suggestive with one arm round the back of the fine old chair and legs apart. He looked relaxed and had a small and slightly scary smile, directed straight at Hermione on his face.
Hermione was transfixed.
I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison...
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What do you think? It's my first fic so i just thought id have a go! plaease R&R!
The song was the Alice Cooper dance remix of 'Poison'