Author Note:
12/11/11: I don't own anything it all belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.
8/14/16: This story is revised and edited!
IMPORTANT! I want to add that Draco never called Hermione a mudblood. I wanted to change this otherwise it wouldn't make sense for you to like someone who treated to so darn awful!
"He's using you," the red head, Ronald Weasley, told Hermione Granger.
She tried to keep calm, as they walked out of the Great Hall after the wonderful Yule Ball is still being held.
"How dare you," Hermione yelled at Ron, "Besides I can take care of myself!"
"Doubt it," Ron replied without a breath, "He's way too old."
That's what tipped it off for Hermione, she was ready to get away from Ron to cry, "What? What is that what you think?"
They reached the entrance hall and started heading towards the stairs nearby.
Ron still trying to hide the fact that he was not mad, but jealous, "Yeah, yeah that's what I think!"
"You know the solution then don't you," Hermione yelled at Ron, sad and shocked.
They both stopped next to the steps.
Again without hesitation Ron said, "Go on." Obviously, he didn't know the solution.
Hermione now had tears forming in her eyes and shouted at him, "Next times there is a ball, puck up the courage and ask me, before somebody else does. And not as a last resort!"
Silence creped between their conversation for the first time.
"Well… th-that's completely off the point- Harry," Ron shuddered until he saw Harry, bubbly walking his way towards them.
With Ron calling Harry's name, Hermione turned around and looked at Harry. Harry walked up to Hermione and stopped, looking at her.
The second he laid his feet solid on the ground, without moving, Hermione yelled out to Harry, "Where have you been? Never mind, off to bed, both of you!"
This got Harry's attention and looked at both Hermione and Ron in wonder. What happened? Harry then set off behind Hermione towards Ron, and started up the stairs.
"They get scarier when they get older," Ron called out, as him and Harry walked up the stairs.
Hermione, fiercely, turned herself around to Ron starting to go after him, but stopped and yelled loud and clear, "Ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!"
Once Harry and Ron were safely at the top of the stairs, Harry asked in the distance "What happened?"
For Hermione, she sat down on the first three steps, taking off her shoes and started to cry. In the distance, in the Great Hall, music from the Weird Sisters could be heard. Not to Hermione pleasure the song was a happy slow song. What Hermione didn't know was that hiding behind the wall in the Great Hall was a certain blond hair boy. He stepped one foot forward and out into the Entrance Hall. He looked around, to see if any of the trio were around, His eyes landed upon the burnet girl, sitting on the steps, hiding her crying face.
Draco walked closer to Hermione, "Well, well, well if it isn't Granger."
Hermione looked up to find Draco smirking at her with pleasure.
Hermione looked down at the floor, "Go away Malfoy!"
Draco stepped a couple more steps towards her and said, "Did Krum break your heart, or was it Wesel?"
Hermione tried to ignore Draco and his insults. She didn't need any more chaos tonight.
"I'm guessing it was both! I think Krum realized you were a mudblood, and Wesel decided to break your heart as well before he is a prat," Draco guessed her smirking. He then chuckled, "At least that is what I would have done."
Hermione locked her jaw into place. He never called her a mudblood before, to her face. She heard him talking about her and called her that, but never directly to her face.
She looked at Draco, "If it was me, Malfoy, I would have never imagined of coming to the ball with you in the first place. Tell Parkinson that for me, and how she was brainless."
Draco's face changed from pleasure to mad, "Well mudblood, I will do no such thing, because it wasn't-"
Hermione cut him off, "Malfoy, just glue your mouth shut and walk away!"
None of them said a word. All that could be heard around them was, people talking and the music coming from the Great Hall. Hermione continued to cry, silently, while Draco stared at her with anger.
"I have to say, I was only going to joke around with you to get the truth out of you. Besides that, if I didn't know it was you I would have comfort you."
Draco came closer to Hermione, placing a foot on the first step, putting his hands in his pockets. Hermione looked up at Draco. They stared at each other for a long moment without speaking. The thought of when Hermione first seen Draco came to her mind.
Professor McGonagall walked away from the group of first years waiting to be sorted. The second McGonagall was gone, over the chattering students, a boy spoke up loud and clear with confidence, "So it's true then, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
When the boy said this, everyone looked at him. The boy, with white hair, walked in front of Hermione towards Harry.
Everyone watched and listen to Draco as he told Harry his name, insulted Ron Weasley, and asked Harry to be friends. Harry denied his friendship request. Professor McGonagall came back to the spot she was at previous. McGonagall tapped Draco on the solder, he turned around and went back to his spot, by his friends. McGonagall then lead the students to the Great Hall.
To Hermione's 11 year old mind, Draco was cute, set aside the mean way he acts towards people. Once, she arrived to the Great Hall, Draco left her mind. The Great Hall was a gigantic room, with four tables for the Hogwarts student body and in front, a large table for the staff.
"The ceiling was enchanted," Hermione announced, to a girl next to her, who was Pansy Parkinson.
The first years stopped in front of steps, where in back, was the staff table. In front of the professor's tables, a stole was placed with a hat on it.
McGonagall announced, to the first years, "When your name has been called you will come up and sit at the stool, where the hat will be placed on your head, and give you your house, which are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin."
The first couple people got called up and got sorted. It was Hermione turned and she was really scared, but tried to keep herself confidence. The next thing she knew, the hat was on her head, and it sorted her into, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Hermione, with a smile, made her way over to the Gryffindor table, and sat down. After a few people got sorted, Draco was called up to the stool. Nearby, Hermione heard someone whisper how Draco was the son of a pureblood death eater. Hermione then knew, there was no chance Draco and her will ever be friends. Draco walked up to the stool and sat down. Before the hat could properly touch his head, the house announced this rightful house placement, "SLYTHERIN!"
When Draco looked into Hermione's eyes, he remembered the first time he saw her.
Professor McGonagall led the new first years into the Great Hall to be sorted. Once they stopped at the front of the hall, between the four house tables and the staff table, McGonagall explained to the first year that they will come up, put the hat on their head to be sorted into a house. A few people went up before McGonagall called out Hermione's name. Draco looked up at Hermione, who walked up to the stool, had the hat placed on her head. Draco's first thought of Hermione was she was a cute witch. Once Hermione was placed in Gryffindor, this gave Draco a good reason to dislike her.
Both felt something when they both looked into each other's eyes. Quickly, they both looked away. Hermione looked down at the floor again, and Draco looked at the wall. The problem they both had, but each other did know was they secretly liked each other. They had to act as if they hate each other. Throughout the years, they both grew up and grew to like each other more. It was hard for the both to keep up the act of acting unkind to one another. To Hermione, there are moments when she was truly sad or mad at him. When Hermione heard him call her mudblood, she didn't know he was only saying that out of the reason to hate her and to hide his feelings, not because he truly thought that about her. Hermione only punched Draco in the face in their third year; because she was truly mad at him for putting Buckbeak in a death situation.
In the Great Hall the Weird Sisters ended another one of their songs, and started to play another slow song. No lyrics were sang, only the band played. That was until someone spoke into the microphone, "This one's going out to all the lovers out there. Hold each other tight, and keep each other warm."
Once these words were said, Draco looked up at Hermione, who sat on the stairs.
"And dance… your final dance. This is… your final chance. To hold… the one you love. You know you've waited long enough," the band leader sang out. Draco couldn't help but wonder how someone could break Hermione's precious heart. Draco couldn't take seeing her gorgeous face unhappy and filled with tears. He thought about how earlier that night Hermione walked into the great hall with a big smile.
The four champions, and there dates, made their grand entrance into the Great Hall. Some people to the left of Draco were whispering. Draco did not know why or cared. All he wondered was where Hermione would be in this Great Hall, or if she even came. If she didn't come, because she didn't have a date, Draco would feel upset. He would have brought her, if he could. Once the line of champions and there dates got closer, Draco he could see that in front, Flure Delacour, with her date. Then, the second couple in line, Victor Krum and Hermione Granger. Hermione was catching everyone eye in surprise to what she looked like and who she was with. This got Draco love struck, and mentally paralyzed. Draco's eyes never left her face even through the pack of people around him as she moved across the floor.
What Draco didn't realize was other couples joined in with the champions for the ball dance, the only thing that got his attention was Pansy. She grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him out to the dance floor. Draco tried to pay attention to Pansy, but kept his eye on Hermione, who was in her own world twirling around in someone else arms that wasn't Draco's.
For the rest of the night Draco watched Hermione smile the night away. When the mot pit of students started to dance to the Weird Sisters rock music, Hermione was in the back of the crowd dancing. Pansy, once again dragged Draco to the dance floor, and to his luck very close to Hermione and Victor. While Pansy and him danced, he got to face Hermione. It was perfect so Draco could look at Hermione, right behind Pansy, without her realizing a thing.
One the song was done, Victor and Hermione went off the dance floor. Hermione then disappeared from Draco's eyes somewhere in the crowd. He thought it would be a good time to get Hermione off his mind and have a fun night. If that was possible.
Now it was near the end of the ball and Draco still hasn't seen Hermione since she disappeared. Pansy decided to bid Draco goodnight, after being really flirty with him. Pansy left Draco in the Great Hall. He thought of Hermione until he heard someone outside the door nearby in the Entrance Hall. He listens closer and heard it to be Hermione's voice, and then Ron's. When all was silent Draco emerged.
Now here they are.
"So believe, that magic works. Don't be afraid, of being hurt. Don't let this magic die. The answer's there. Oh, just look in her eyes," the band continued to sing.
Hermione than finally looked up at Draco, and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Although Hermione did like him, she wasn't in the mood to deal with someone else being harsh to her.
Draco replied, "I was thinking."
Hermione sniffed a little and whipped her eyes, "About what? More insults to give me?"
It was silent between them, and the words from the band came in-between them as the tempo got higher, "And make your final move. Don't be scared, she wants you to. Yeah, it's hard, you must be brave. Don't let this moment slip away."
Draco wanted to dance with her badly, to make her happy just once, so he put his hand out towards her, "To ask you for the last dance of the night."
This was the first timed Draco was ever nice to her, with true feelings. Hermione looked at his hand, and up at his eyes, "Why? You hate me," she looked away from him and whipped her eyes once more.
"Please?"
"Now believe that magic works. Don't be afraid, afraid of being hurt," The lead singer sang.
Hermione looked at Draco in the eyes once more, and then at his hand. She then pulled her left hand up, and placed it on top of Draco's. Draco pulled Hermione up to her feet. They were at eye level, looking at one another. Hermione kept a straight face. Draco gave her a small smile. Draco went down the steps pulling Hermione with him.
"No don't let this magic die. The answer's there. Oh, just look in her eyes," that was the only thing they could hear.
Draco and Hermione then ended up in the Great Hall and the pulled there way to dance floor across the room. They past Neville and Ginny, who didn't notice them, and then they past Hagrid and Madame Maxine, also Fred and Angelina Johnson, walking to an empty space, hidden in the corner, almost out of sight. Draco slowly put his hands around Hermione's waist, and Hermione put her arms around his neck. They then began to dance slowly. Both looked at each other for a long moment with no words exchanged.
"Why are you dancing with me? You hate me. I'm the mudblood, the Gryffindor."
Draco smiled at Hermione, "That's because I was living a lie."
Hermione looked deep into Draco's gray eyes for a moment and didn't see them as she usually did. Hermione looked down at the floor and put her head on Draco's chest. He held her close as they danced.
"And make your final move. Don't be scared, she wants you too. Yeah, it's hard, you must be brave. Don't let this moment slip away." As the music once again got higher. He grabbed Hermione's hand and stared twirling her around, as she started to laugh and smile, "Now, believe that magic works. Don't be afraid, afraid of being hurt. No, don't let this magic die. The answer's there. Oh, just look in her eyes."
Draco then stopped dancing with Hermione and looked into her eyes. Slowly, they then pulled closer into each other, and then their lips touched. Both Draco and Hermione felt sparks, and their hearts started to pump really fast.
"And don't believe that magic can die. No, no, no this magic can't die," The singer sang loudly. The music then became slower and Hermione and Draco pulled away from each other. Once again they stared at each other, but this time with shock.
"So dance your final dance. 'Cause this is, your final chance," then music then faded away. People around Draco and Hermione started to walk away. Draco and Hermione then pulled away from each other's touch. The whole Great Hall was silence, almost deadly. Draco walked closer to Hermione and grabbed her hand. A few seconds later he led her out of the Great Hall into the Entrance Hall.
Once in the Entrance Hall, Draco stopped them from walking, and looked into her brown eyes.
After a while Hermione spook up, "We need to get back to our houses."
Draco stared at her a little long until he replied, "I guess we do."
Hermione pulled Draco into a hug, then looked into his grey eyes, "This is one of my best nights that I'll ever have will you," Hermione whispered.
"Me too," Draco told her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Hermione backed away from him, and near the stairs, "Bye," she called out to Draco.
Draco stared at Hermione until she got all the way up the stairs and out of sight. He turned around to go back to the Slytherin common room. While on the way there, he thought about how this night was the best nights he ever had, but then the only night he would ever have with Hermione. When Draco got to the common room, which was disserted, he walked up to his room to go to sleep. He got ready, and into bed. He fell asleep replaying the most, best night ever in his head.
Hermione she slowly made her way to the Gryffindor common room, and up to her room. She got ready and into bed. Her roommates where already fast asleep. She laid in her bed when a thought came to her. She lend over her bed and to her night table. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write a letter. After she was done, she quietly made her way over to one of her roommate's owls. She tied the letter to the owl's leg, and let it go out the window.
The owl flew around the outside of the castle, tell it went inside, and down to a common room in the dungeon. The owl flew over to Draco's bed, and dropped the letter next to him, on his pillow. When the owl dropped the letter on the pillow, it open up next to a sleeping Draco. It read:
Dear Draco,
Thank you, I had the best night at the yule ball. We could be together more often, only if you are willing to.
~Hermione
The end! Maybe? ;) If you liked this don't forget to review it and favorite it. I'm thinking about changing this into an actual long story. If you would like to see this one shot as a story please comment your thoughts and ideas. Thank you for reading! :)