Hermione woke with a start. She got out of bed and walked into the
bathroom. She took a shower and then went to see if she could find a dress
that would be suitable for this occasion. She searched in her closet for
about 10 minutes. She found a dress that was green and slinky. She sighed
and put it back. Frowning she searched for another one. She knew she had
a respectable silver dress somewhere...
After about 15 minutes of searching she finally found it. It was strapless and had a laced back. It was full length with a slit up to high thigh on her left leg. She pulled it on and then searched for some shoes. She found a pair of silver platforms and put them on. She then searched through her bag. She found her green contacts and put them in. She looked at her reflection. She smirked, she looked semi- Malfoyish.
She put on some silver eyeliner. She used silver eyeshadow as well. She decided to use black mascara instead of silver. She rummaged through her lipgloss bag and found a shimmery pinkish-silver one. She put her hair up in a silver plait. She left one curling tendril down, cascading down the left side of her face. She sighed and waited for Chip to announce that dinner was served.
When he came, Draco was with him. He wore a silverish-green satin shirt with black dress pants. His hair was once again silverish-platinum blonde and slicked back. He smiled at her.
"You look stunning..." his eyes traveled over every inch of her body. She wore the necklace he gave her. "Mione, I have something for you." He took out a small box. "Its... well it has been in my family for generations and I want you to have it..." He handed her the little box.
She opened it and gasped. Inside, laying in a bed of glowing silver satin, was a beautiful silver ring inlayed with tiny emeralds. She gently took it out of the bow and slipped in onto her ring finger on her left hand.
"Oh Draco..." she stammered, trying to get over the shock. "It's so beautiful..." Tears filled her eyes. She kept them in by biting her lower lip.
Draco took her arm and walked her down the marble spiral staircase that had green velvet carpet running down it. He led her into a large room with a long table. His mother sat at one end of the table. She wore a green dress. His father sat at the opposite end, dressed in a silver silk shirt and black pants. Mr. Malfoy glowered at Hermione as she sat down in the chair that Draco had drawn out for her.
"Well Draco... Tell us about your dear," there was a deliberate drawn out pause as Mr. Malfoy spoke, his voice tinged with hatred and disgust. "Girlfriend."
Draco nodded and began to talk, slowly, about the first six years of knowing eachother. He talked about the hatred. About the relentless teasing. The detentions. The constant fights. He then talked about the understanding they had come too. He told his mother and father about his eternal love for Hermione.
His father nodded curtly when Draco stopped.
"She is a mudblood is she not?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes father," Draco muttered, his head bowed. There was no shame in his voice, only passion.
Mr. Malfoy went slightly red. He ate his food slowly, studying Hermione the whole time.
"So Hermione," Mrs. Malfoy began sweetly. "Tell me.... do you love my son?"
"Yes ma'am I do... I love him very much." Hermione stated very audibly. She was afraid of Mr. Malfoy but she did not let it show.
Draco blushed as Mr. Malfoy nearly spat out his wine. Mrs. Malfoy smiled and began to cry.
"My son... in love... finally... with a beautiful young lady...Oh my son...." she was crying tears of joy. She was overjoyed that her son had finally learned to love. And that the girl he loved loved him in return.
His father however disliked Hermione immensely. He was not happy at all with Draco's choice in women. Why couldn't he have dated Pansy... She is a nice Slytherin girl... Mr. Malfoy thought angrily.
When dinner was over Hermione and Draco retreated to their rooms. Hermione wrote letters to both Ron and Harry about the Malfoy manor and the Malfoys. She sighed and got into bed. She had a dreamless nights sleep.
After about 15 minutes of searching she finally found it. It was strapless and had a laced back. It was full length with a slit up to high thigh on her left leg. She pulled it on and then searched for some shoes. She found a pair of silver platforms and put them on. She then searched through her bag. She found her green contacts and put them in. She looked at her reflection. She smirked, she looked semi- Malfoyish.
She put on some silver eyeliner. She used silver eyeshadow as well. She decided to use black mascara instead of silver. She rummaged through her lipgloss bag and found a shimmery pinkish-silver one. She put her hair up in a silver plait. She left one curling tendril down, cascading down the left side of her face. She sighed and waited for Chip to announce that dinner was served.
When he came, Draco was with him. He wore a silverish-green satin shirt with black dress pants. His hair was once again silverish-platinum blonde and slicked back. He smiled at her.
"You look stunning..." his eyes traveled over every inch of her body. She wore the necklace he gave her. "Mione, I have something for you." He took out a small box. "Its... well it has been in my family for generations and I want you to have it..." He handed her the little box.
She opened it and gasped. Inside, laying in a bed of glowing silver satin, was a beautiful silver ring inlayed with tiny emeralds. She gently took it out of the bow and slipped in onto her ring finger on her left hand.
"Oh Draco..." she stammered, trying to get over the shock. "It's so beautiful..." Tears filled her eyes. She kept them in by biting her lower lip.
Draco took her arm and walked her down the marble spiral staircase that had green velvet carpet running down it. He led her into a large room with a long table. His mother sat at one end of the table. She wore a green dress. His father sat at the opposite end, dressed in a silver silk shirt and black pants. Mr. Malfoy glowered at Hermione as she sat down in the chair that Draco had drawn out for her.
"Well Draco... Tell us about your dear," there was a deliberate drawn out pause as Mr. Malfoy spoke, his voice tinged with hatred and disgust. "Girlfriend."
Draco nodded and began to talk, slowly, about the first six years of knowing eachother. He talked about the hatred. About the relentless teasing. The detentions. The constant fights. He then talked about the understanding they had come too. He told his mother and father about his eternal love for Hermione.
His father nodded curtly when Draco stopped.
"She is a mudblood is she not?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes father," Draco muttered, his head bowed. There was no shame in his voice, only passion.
Mr. Malfoy went slightly red. He ate his food slowly, studying Hermione the whole time.
"So Hermione," Mrs. Malfoy began sweetly. "Tell me.... do you love my son?"
"Yes ma'am I do... I love him very much." Hermione stated very audibly. She was afraid of Mr. Malfoy but she did not let it show.
Draco blushed as Mr. Malfoy nearly spat out his wine. Mrs. Malfoy smiled and began to cry.
"My son... in love... finally... with a beautiful young lady...Oh my son...." she was crying tears of joy. She was overjoyed that her son had finally learned to love. And that the girl he loved loved him in return.
His father however disliked Hermione immensely. He was not happy at all with Draco's choice in women. Why couldn't he have dated Pansy... She is a nice Slytherin girl... Mr. Malfoy thought angrily.
When dinner was over Hermione and Draco retreated to their rooms. Hermione wrote letters to both Ron and Harry about the Malfoy manor and the Malfoys. She sighed and got into bed. She had a dreamless nights sleep.