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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 21: You’re the one that I want.

Hermione awoke from a blissful relaxing sleep, she’d never slept so well, well that she could remember. For the first time since she had arrived at Hogwarts seven years ago, she had slept through the entire night, last night she slept like a log and now she was reluctant to leave the safety and warmth her bed offered her.

Hermione stretched lazily, a smile creeping on to her face, she felt so calm and happy and yet she couldn’t understand why. It was such an unusual feeling that Hermione felt a slight unease, which soon turned to turmoil when she remembered the previous night’s events and what day it was: The Yule ball!

Hermione’s happiness and contentment was short lived as all the anxiety came flooding back to her, today she would perform for the entire school. She had never performed for anyone before, this was her moment in the spotlight, granted it was as Larissa, but even that small fact couldn’t help Hermione shake the bad feeling she had, that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach.

And then there was last night. What had she been thinking? She was so uninhibited, so unlike herself? She had more than let her guard down; she’d been in the most intimate position with Draco, she hadn’t meant for it to get that heated and yet she felt compelled by her body to keep moving. It was the one moment in her life where she didn’t think she just felt, and she liked it. She liked the way Draco’s toned body felt against her body, how it felt so snug against her. How his touch lit every nerve ending on fire, adding to the inferno that was building within her core. She liked knowing that she had excited him as much as she had, she could recall the hardness in his trousers as she brushed herself against him, the groans that it elicited from him, that only added to her excitement.

She could remember vividly how his silver eyes darkened to a glossy onyx until his eyes were completely filled with lust, she imagined that her own looked very much the same. Her arousal had been too much to ignore, and in that moment she had never needed anything as much as she needed him, needing him to give her that release that she craved more than her own life.

And then her release had come, and it had been so powerful, every part of her body contracted as her orgasm washed her body in warmth, her heart pounding with adrenaline, she’d never felt more alive, his name had slipped from her mouth as the ecstasy became unbearable and she fell into the darkness.

Darkness.

That was the last thing she remembered, Darkness.

‘Oh god’ She thought as she moved out of her bed, patting herself down, revealing that she only wore her jeans and bra from their date. She’d fallen asleep; she’d actually fallen asleep on him!

Hermione hit herself on her head, why did she have to make everything so complicated?

Today was going to be awful, it was bad enough that Draco was her date for the Yule Ball, so she’d have to look him in the eye, after everything they’d done, but then there was Blaise.

Blaise! She hadn’t even factored him in last night; she’d not once given him a second thought. Hermione was beginning to hate herself, as much as she had enjoyed the previous night, she’d forgotten Blaise and she really didn’t want to hurt him, and yet she probably already had.

Then to top of the day; she’d told Ginny that she’d make her decision by tonight and even with last night’s events she was no closer to choosing the one she was meant to spend the rest of her days with.

For once in her life Hermione would actually have to follow the judgement of her heart, and not use the knowledge and logic that always won.

Hermione felt rather ill at the knowledge that both Draco and Blaise were hanging on her whim, waiting for her to choose between them. She liked them both, they were both lovely in her eyes, but she just couldn’t make that choice right now, in fact she didn’t want to make a choice at all. She just wanted it to all go away as if none of it had ever happened. With that she started crying.

All she wanted was her mum and dad, to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay, that she didn’t have to do anything. But that would be the easy way out wouldn’t it?

Fine, if she couldn’t have her parents she wanted Ginny, Ginny was her rock, and she was always there for her whenever she needed her. Hermione wasn’t sure where she would be without her and all the advice she gave her, she wasn’t just her best friend she was her sister as well.

All the emotions played out in Hermione, from the previous weeks, sadness, anger, worry, despair, it was all too much for one person to deal with. She needed to go somewhere, hide away from it all for just a while, it took her all her energy not to sit in the corner if her walk in wardrobe with the light switched off as she rocked herself back and forth, to give into the impending pressure as it mounted in her body.

By the time breakfast came round that was exactly where Ginny found her friend.

******

“Mione?” Ginny shouted through Hermione’s door.

Draco stood next to Ginny, Concern etched onto his face; he hadn’t seen Hermione since he’d put her to bed the previous night.

He’d gone down to breakfast this morning in the hope of seeing her before the ball tonight, he was looking forward to it, but he just wanted to see her, even if it was just a glance. He’d heard no movement from her that morning and he’d assumed she’d gone to breakfast early. However when he’d arrived in the great hall, she seemed to be the only student missing. Well the only student that mattered to him besides Blaise.

Red had instantly come over to him as soon as, she too noticed that Hermione was nowhere to be found. They’d both decided to see if they could find her, which was why he was now standing outside her room in the hope that she hadn’t left her room.

“Mione, Are you in there?” Ginny shouted again.

Draco resisted the urge to laugh at her, if Hermione wasn’t in there Red was shouting for a completely pointless reason, but as it were he was started to get rather anxious, they’d tried the library first obviously but she wasn’t there, so where else would she go?

“Right, that’s it I’m going in her room!” Ginny huffed to Draco.

Draco began to take a step forward to follow her into the room, when all of a sudden the red headed girl whipped around quickly giving him a pointed glance.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Draco sighed resolutely, “Fine, I’ll wait out here. Just let me know if she’s in there, Okay?”

Ginny nodded before she proceeded to open the door and walked into Hermione’s room, closing the door firmly behind her.

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As soon as Ginny entered the room she was aware of the sound of crying and sobbing, Hermione was here that she knew for sure.

Ginny quickly returned to the door, startling Draco.

“Is she there, Red?” Draco asked sincerely.

“Yeah she is, Malfoy. But I’m going to need some time with her. Okay?”

Draco nodded. “Should I be worried?” Draco asked.

Ginny laughed “No, she’ll be fine, everything’s under control. Go back to breakfast.”

Draco pouted, reluctant to leave Hermione, though he knew that she was in good hands with Ginny, he really didn’t want to leave her. With one final glance at Ginny he retreated down the stairs.

Ginny made her way to Hermione’s wardrobe where she knew her friend was, walking into the large space she lit the lights on either side, illuminating the room enough to see where Hermione was.

Right at the back, next to her school trunk, sat Hermione, her knees to her chest, her head resting on the top of them.

“Hermione?” Ginny whispered softly.

Hermione looked up at her friend.

“Oh Ginny…” Hermione said as she stood abruptly running to hug Ginny.

“Why is it all so confusing? Why can’t it be normal? Why do I have to have two soul mates, I wish everything would go back to how it was. I don’t want to have to choose. I don’t want to hurt either of them.”

“I know, Mione.” Ginny said in a reassuring tone. “Come with me.” She said leading Hermione by the hand into her room, and sitting in the bed.

“Hermione what’s the main thing that’s upsetting you?” Ginny asked.

Hermione rubbed her teary eyes as she looked at her friend, “I don’t know who to choose, I don’t know which one to spend my life with. I don’t want to make the choice, what if I choose the wrong one?” she said fighting back another wave of tears.

Ginny considered Hermione’s question before she answered, she couldn’t let her crush on Blaise distract her from the real situation here, and her best friend needed her. “Hermione, look at me. Whoever you choose will be perfect for you, that is why they are your soul mates. When the time comes and you make a decision then, you’ll know who it is. It could be now, later or even a few weeks, but what matters is that it will feel right and you’ll know who it is you’re meant to be with. Don’t let it upset you.”

Hermione nodded and laughed through the tears.

“You’re right Gin, you always are. I’ll just know won’t I? I’m thinking too much again aren’t I?” she said smiling softly.

Ginny Nodded.

“Right, you need to get ready, Dumbledore requested a meeting with us. So why don’t you go shower and I’ll make you something to eat. Okay?”

Hermione smiled a bit more brightly this time. “Thanks, Gin” she said hugging the girl.

“Anytime, now move, we have a very busy day ahead, Larissa.” Ginny said with a playful wink.

Hermione rolled her eyes and made her way to the bathroom.

*****

“Lemon Drops” Hermione and Ginny said in unison as they were granted access to staircase that lead up to the headmasters office, the two girls rushed up laughing with each other, Hermione’s melancholy having disappeared and replaced by happiness to be with her friends.

The girls walked into the eccentric man’s office to find Harry and Ron sat in chairs in front of the desk, the latter of which was stuffing his face full of a collection of sweets as the headmaster observed in awe at the young man’s obvious appetite.

“Have a seat Miss Granger, Miss Weasley.” Dumbledore said indicating to the two seats he conjured. The girls rushed to sit down immediately.

“I have arranged to meet with you four, only to convey a short message from Molly.” He stated.

“Mum?” Ron said his mouth still full of un-chewed sweets.

“Yes, Mister Weasley, Your mother. As you may be aware, the holiday sign-up sheet will be posted today, in regards to identifying which students wish to remain at Hogwarts over the Holidays and which are returning home. Your Mother, kindly owled me, to inform me that you four shall be remaining at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. The ministry believes that this is the securest location for you all; therefore you will remain under the protection of myself and the faculty.

“So as it stands, you each will remain here for the festivities. Thought as some of you are already aware, there will be plenty of activities to do, what is life without Christmas?” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

Hermione nodded, she loved Christmas, it was by far her favourite holiday. She’d already expected to be staying at Hogwarts so the professor’s announcement came as no surprise to her.

“You may go, now. Unless there is anything further you wish to discuss?” Dumbledore said with a pointed glance at Hermione.

“Err... actually Professor, I wish to discuss some points with you.” Hermione managed out, as Ginny, Harry and Ron all turned to look at her the latter two looking questioningly at her.

“Very well Miss Granger, I will see the rest of you out on the dance floor.” He said addressing the rest of the students. Harry and Ron looked reluctant to leave, only moving through the force of Ginny as she pulled them towards the door.

“I’ll wait for you.” Ginny said as she pushed the boys through the door down the spiral staircase. Hermione nodded in acceptance.

As soon as the door closed, Dumbledore addressed her.

“What can I help you with, Miss Granger?”

Hermione hesitated, she hadn’t really thought this through, but Dumbledore as always knew what was happening, surely he would be able to shed a little light on her current predicament.

“Professor, you know my situation?” Hermione asked attentively.

“I do?” the professor said with a warm smile.

“Well how will I know? Who to choose I mean. What if I choose the wrong person? What happens when I choose them? There are so many unanswered questions and I find it difficult to grasp any answers. I’ve read the books, but there is nothing to inform me about the process.” Hermione finished and looked at the face of her professor, the man she had looked up to so often.

“Miss Granger, you are a rarity, your situation is a highly unlikely one, and there are very few cases. However my dear girl I am able to indulge you in some of the answers you so crave. So where to begin? You will simply know in answer to your first question, it is not a decision you will make consciously, your subconscious will make that decision for you. You will simple just know.”

Hermione nodded understanding what the old man was trying to tell her.

“In answer to your second question, you will not choose the wrong one, they are each compatible with you, and they are after all your soul mates. They each will make you happy; therefore either of the two shall suffice.”

“And the process? What happens when I choose the one?” Hermione asked more encouraged by his words.

“You see unfortunately, this is where my knowledge dwindles, there are many things that could happen, I could name a few, many of them may happen or none at all. Previous example would suggest that something innate within you suddenly reacts and you simply declare your choice. Others would suggest physical signs.” He said stroking his hand through his grey beard.

“Physical signs sir?” Hermione ask as she worried her bottom lip.

Dumbledore smiled. “Nothing to worry about, my dear girl, It could be the appearance of a mark, in this case there would be the possibility of your house signs. It could be as small as your aura giving a glint of light, but nothing significant that you need to worry about.”

Hermione nodded she wasn’t so sure about the not worrying part, after all she worried about everything. “Thank you Professor.” She said earnestly.

“My pleasure, child.” He said a maddening twinkle in his eye.

She turned to leave, when one final though popped into her head.

“Professor, do you know who I choose?” she asked intrigued, after all didn’t he know everything, or so his reputation would state.

“Yes, Miss Granger. I do, I can also tell you that you have already chosen, you simply aren’t aware of it yet. But I believe it will come to light in the very near future.” He smiled.

Hermione nodded, stated her thanks again and left the headmasters office.

******

Blaise stood in the middle of the corridor staring at the noticeboard, with the two lists pinned to it about the holiday arrangements. He had intended to leave Hogwarts, but in retrospect where would he go? He wouldn’t be returning to his family, and Draco had already decided he wished to stay at Hogwarts, his name was already neatly written below Ron’s, so really what choice did he have? Stay with his friends at school, where most of the Slytherin house were staying, or leave and spend Christmas on his own? He knew which he would prefer, the former. Suddenly he was aware of a presence next to him, and found the smiling face of Ginny Weasley.

“Hey” she said brightly.

Blaise gave her a genuine, charming smile, “Hey, yourself.”

“Everything okay? You’ve been staring at the noticeboard for the last 10 minutes.” She said jovially.

Blaise laughed. “I’m fine Ginny, thanks for asking though. I was just thinking, that was all.”

“About what?” Ginny said genuinely interested in what he was thinking about.

“Christmas... What to do, that kind of thing. It just suddenly hit me that, I won’t be spending Christmas with my family ever again. So who do I spend it with? What do I do now?” He asked rhetorically.

Ginny gave a sad smile and reached out to loop her arm through Blaise’s indicating for him to walk with her.

“You know Blaise, what you did was very brave, it must have been really hard for you to turn your back on your family and everything you’ve ever known. But that was your past, now you have your future to look forward to. Whether it’s with Hermione or not, you’ll be happy, I just know it.” She smiled gently.

“Do you really think I’ll be happy? I mean if Hermione chooses me, then I’ll know I’ll be happy, because we’ll be destined to be, but if she chooses Drake, then what?” He said resolutely. “Do I just move on? Pretend that nothing’s happened?”

Ginny chose her words carefully. “Yes, come off it Blaise your incredibly good looking, any girl would be stupid not to see the potential in you. And if the rumours are true then, you’ll definitely make her very happy.” She said laughing.

Blaise smirked. “So you think I’m good looking?” He asked with mirth watching Ginny’s pale complexion redden slightly.

“As if you didn’t know that you were all ready” she said disconnecting her arm from his and walking a head of him.

Blaise caught her by the wrist as she walked away, pulling her back round to face him.

“I asked if you thought I was attractive, do you?” he said raising her face to look him in the eyes.

Ginny was lost for words so settled for nodding. Blaise flashed a beautiful smile that made her knees weak, she could still smell him, he was so close and she could feel it enveloping her senses. “You’re not so bad yourself you know.” He said winking.

Ginny stood catatonic for a moment as her brain just processed what he had said, was that a compliment?

“Anyway, Ginny. I’ll pick you up at 8 as agreed from the head dorm?” Ginny nodded her head, still too flustered to form coherent words.

“Right okay, I’ll see you then.” He said with a small laugh as he made his way to the dungeons leaving a rather flustered Ginny Weasley in his wake.

******

Hermione had spent the rest of the afternoon in rehearsals with Mr Lovewell and her vocal coach as they put her through her paces; they’d gone over her newest song and she was relieved that her team actually liked it.

Hermione had flooed to Mr Lovewell’s offices shortly after her meeting with Dumbledore. She was relieved that no one requested her presence at the current moment in time. It was fortunate that the majority of the roles for the ball had already been carried out; she was comforted to know that any last minute preparations were being done under the watchful eye of Draco, who would ensure that everything was carried out to his full satisfaction.

When she had arrived at Lovewell’s office she had been bombarded with information, her simple desire to practice, had been reworked into so many things she wasn’t sure if she was coming or going. She was just glad in the end to run through the programme for tonight, she now knew her timings for the songs and when she was to appear on stage, which was something at least. Hermione was counting her lucky stars that the head’s opening dance hadn’t been arranged during Larissa’s performances that would have been a nightmare.

As it were, there was a lot she hadn’t considered about Larissa, she’d forgotten about her entrance, or even how she was going to get to the castle. She couldn’t very well be coming from one of the student rooms now could she?

However Mr Lovewell was impeccable in his organisation, and was now running Hermione through the details of her arrival.

“So, Hermione, It has been arranged that at the end of this meeting you will be escorted back to Hogwarts. However you shall be wearing your barrette, therefore it will look as if Larissa Grey has arrived. Once inside Hogwarts you will be relocated by the faculty and your escorts to a secure wing of the castle, in which they have cornered off. I will remain in there up until the ball, where I will be backstage waiting for you to join at the right time. Do not and I repeat do not be tardy.”

Hermione nodded, he really did run a tight ship.

“Once we are in the room, we will not be bothered, under the pretence that you are rehearsing and in need of privacy, when all faculties have left the wing, you will remove the barrette and make your way back to your own room to get ready for the ball. Is that all understood?” He said as he checked of the final piece of information on his list, he looked up at Hermione, awaiting her response.

“Of course, Mr Lovewell, I understand perfectly. One question I have however is where will my Barrette be located? Considering I will have to do a quick transition from the dance floor to the stage, I will not have time to fetch it, and I will be unable to carry it.” She asked sceptically.

“Valid point, I would suggest the Barrette remain with me when you part from the secure wing, it is logical that you collect it from me backstage before the performance, allowing you to get into character.”

“Very well.” Hermione said with a smile.

“Right I believe it is time, Hermione if you could place your barrette on and make your choice in attire and appearance, and we will start the proceedings.”

Hermione carefully clipped the barrette into her hair, thinking as she did so about how she wanted to look as Larissa. Her thoughts stumbled upon muggle celebrities and their attire in the public eye. She chose a pair of skinny stone wash jeans, knee high black boots, a cute blue top camisole top and finished it off with a fitted white blazer. Her long blonde hair was styled into a sideways fish bone plait. Hermione laughed to herself as she added the final detail to her ensemble; in homage to muggle celebrities she wore a pair of oversized sunglasses.

“Miss Grey, Are you ready?” Mr Lovewell said.

Hermione nodded.

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Mr Lovewell had agreed that the securest form of arriving at Hogwarts would be to floo or apparate, it was decided that herself and an escort would apparate and Mr Lovewell and the two others would use the floo network, each of them eventually meeting in the Headmasters office.

Hermione was the last to arrive with her escort, as she collected her bearings she became very aware of how many people were in the office, the room seemed to be full with people, specifically the professors of Hogwarts. The room had fallen silent upon her arrival and now Hermione felt rather anxious once again.

A bright cheery voice broke the silence that stretched on “Welcome, Miss Grey. It is an absolute pleasure that you grace us with your company.”

Hermione smiled, Dumbledore was as welcoming as he always was, she attempted to change her voice to reply. “Thank you for having me.” Came the slightly squeaky voice, Snape simply raised an eyebrow at the noise.

“How about we get you to your area so you can settle until your performance.” He said to the room.“If you’d just like to follow Severus, we will begin the journey to the wing, I have to inform you that we will be walking through corridors, and as it is a weekend we are likely to encounter some students. However I assure you, you are perfectly safe, the faculty will make sure you are more than protected.”

Hermione nodded. “Thank you.” She said.

Dumbledore smiled gently as he indicated for the group of people to exit via the staircase at the back of his office. Hermione made her way down the narrow staircase and found herself sandwiched between her two very large male bodyguards, she all of a sudden felt very small in comparison to the two wizards.

It was the sound of delightful screams and hushed whispering that brought Hermione from her musings as she realised that the group of teachers and herself were now walking through the main part of the school, encountering many excited students. She smiled politely at the students as she passed them, wishing that she could get to the wing faster, she just wanted today to be over with.

When they finally entered the wing of the castle, Hermione was relieved to find it completely empty, which would help in her escape, in little more than a few minutes.

“Albus, thank you for your hospitality.” Lovewell said as he shook hands with the headmaster.

Dumbledore nodded his head before he addressed her, well Larissa “Miss Grey, we shall see you at the ball; I must add I look forward to hearing you.” Hermione blushed and nodded her head before turning to walk away.

The staff seemed to retreat after that and Hermione sighed in relief, as Mr Lovewell went about changing the room. He quickly checked the door before announcing that it was safe for her to return to her room. She quickly unclipped her barrette, handing it over to Lovewell, before she ran diligently to her room to prepare for the ball.

******

Draco was nowhere to be found when she returned to her room, she’d forgotten that he and Blaise had decided to get ready in the Slytherin dormitories. Soft muttering kept Hermione from her thoughts as she walked into her room to find Ginny running around her room, every surface in her room littered in cosmetics, accessories and clothes.

“Ginny, What have you done to my room?” Hermione asked in shock, her once tidy room had been turned into an upheaval of feminine products and impulse purchases.

Ginny sighed “There you are! You’re cutting it rather fine aren’t you?” she said as she fussed over an array of hair pins.

Hermione laughed “Gin, you do realise there is still 2 hours before the ball?” she asked in mirth.

“Exactly, Mione. 2 hours. 2 hours to completely transform us both, I mean I’m good but I’m not a miracle worker!” she said good spiritedly.

Ginny moved forward and grabbed her arm “Well don’t just stand there, come on!” Hermione rolled her eyes laughing. “Okay, Okay.” She said as she made her way to the improvised vanity table.

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Once again, Ginny had moved the mirror, stating that she wanted Hermione to see the ‘big’ reveal and how she had been transformed. Hermione didn’t know how she had done it in the time, but she had managed to not only to do Hermione’s hair and make-up but her own as well. Ginny had paid a lot of attention to her make-up, she knew that she had done everything precise and accurately, taking great care to ensure that things were just so. Ginny had been very attentive with her hair, styling it in ways Hermione didn’t know, until everything was perfect and it was time for them both the put their dresses on.

Ginny levitated two dress bags from the bathroom, the long bags floating before them.

“Close your eyes.” Ginny said.

“Why?” Hermione asked dubiously.

“When I said I wanted you to see everything together that includes the dress, so close your eyes and raise your hands.” Ginny said adamantly.

“Ginny you are not dressing me.” Hermione cried indignantly.

Ginny rolled her eyes “Yes I am, now you have two options, you can either do as I’ve told you or I can hex you until you do what your told. Now what’s to going to be?” she said with a devilish grin.

“Fine” Hermione said in defeat, as she closed her eyes and raising her arms above her head.

She could hear the sound of ruffling material as Ginny revealed her dress from the bag, Hermione wanted to peek out and see it, but she knew that Ginny would follow through on her threat if she so much as cracked an eye open. She suddenly felt the sensation of silk brushing against her skin; she could feel Ginny manoeuvring the fabric, to get the dress on in the right way. She felt the dress slip over her shoulders as it fell the rest of the length of her body. Her hands fell down after Ginny finished zipping the zip on her left hand side. Her hands felt the smooth cool fabric. She so wanted to see what Ginny had chosen for her.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” she asked.

“NO!” Ginny shouted and Hermione sighed.

She could hear more rustle, which Hermione concluded was Ginny getting into her own dress. She heard the zip fasten and waited patiently for Ginny to let her know she could open her eyes.

“Right open your eyes.” Ginny said.

Hermione cracked her eye open slightly in the direction of Ginny’s voice; she immediately opened her eyes once she saw Ginny standing before her.

“OMG! Ginny you look gorgeous!” Hermione enthused. Ginny stood before her in a tight fitting black dress, the bodice pushing up her breasts giving her a modest cleavage; her red hair looked beautiful in contrast with the dress as it hung in loose curls framing her face. Her make up simple yet elegant, her blood red lipstick giving it an edge adding drama to the look, she truly looked beautiful. “Harry will be kicking himself.” Hermione laughed.

“Thanks.” Ginny said shyly. “You might want to turn around. I’ve place the full length mirror back, so you can look at everything.” She said with a smile.

Hermione could feel the nerves bubbling in her stomach and looked at the floor; she noticed then for the first time that her dress was a rich red colour. She closed her eyes quickly in an attempt to build up the courage to look at herself in the mirror. With a count of 3 she turned and then gasped.

Ginny stood back observing her friend, Hermione’s eyes skimmed over her body in the mirror studying every curve the dress enhanced.

Hermione was gobsmacked, she knew she was looking at her reflection in the mirror, but the girl staring back at her was most definitely not her. This woman, yes woman she wasn’t a girl was stunningly beautiful. Hermione refused to acknowledge that it was her. The woman in the mirror wore a flattering floor length red silk dress, it had dramatic touches to it such as dazzling beadwork on the bodice, and it had a seductive side slit which showcased her elegant long tanned legs. The dress also had an elegant train that cascaded to the floor; the wide straps and a low cut back showcase her back dipping low at her hips.

Her golden brown hair had been styled in a side swept curled bun, that was made up of ringlets, the hairstyle exposed the nape of her neck which only seemed to add to the sexiness of the dress, Ginny had chosen. Her make-up enhanced her eyes with the smoky dark colour, the flicks of eye liner added more drama to the look. Hermione couldn’t form words, sure she had wanted to vamp up her image, everyone only saw the bookworm, no one saw the woman she had become, until two weeks ago that was, but this look took her image to a whole new dimension, she liked it, somehow it suited her and yet she still couldn’t register that it was her.

“Do you like it?” Ginny said quietly, she had stood and observed not saying anything, but now she needed to know.

Hermione turned to face her friend “Like it, Ginny, I love it. I could cry if it wasn’t for the fact I’d ruin the make-up you’ve done. I look so different.” Ginny smiled.

“No Hermione, you look like you, now your just seeing what I always saw in you.” She said smiling.

A chiming from the common room indicated that it was now 8pm, Draco and Blaise would be waiting for them to make their entrances.

“I’ll go first, okay?” Ginny said hugging Hermione, with one final smile she was out the door.

Hermione could hear the reactions of the awaiting boys below; she was glad that they recognised how gorgeous Ginny did look; the girl really did have style and good taste.

Hermione waited a minute before she too took the same path down the stairs, she was careful of her footing on the narrow steps; she really wanted to make a graceful entrance.

She felt the eyes on her before she saw them, she could feel the intensity of their stares, and it burned her, raising her eyes she looked at the two men before her. Blaise stood with a large smile on his face next to Ginny “You look beautiful.” He said. Hermione smiled softly in response. She risked a glance at Draco and blushed instantly, his eyes were the same shade of onyx they had been the previous night, he stood there completely still, she felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes, he probably was.

Hermione looked at the two men and once again couldn’t help but think that the two were in complete and utter polar opposites. Blaise looked as charming and handsome as ever in his tuxedo; he’d opted to wear a white tux with a black shirt and white bow tie, his attire complementing his dark tanned complexion. She then looked to Draco; he looked incredibly good-looking she thought. He’d opted for a classic black tuxedo, it was simple and yet at the same time Hermione didn’t think anyone could pull it off nearly as well as he could, his silky blonde hair had been trimmed but still hung neatly around his angelic smiling face.

It was at this moment that Draco bowed in front of her taking her hand in his, before he kissed the back of it. “Words can’t describe how beautiful you are, Hermione.” Hermione considered the significance of his words, Blaise had said how beautiful she looked whereas Draco had said how beautiful she was. Did he think she was beautiful even when she wasn’t dressed up?

“Shall we go?” Ginny said looking between Hermione and Draco. “Can’t have the head Boy and Girl turn up late when they are opening the ball now can we.” She said with a giggle.

The two couples made their way down to the great hall, Hermione was quite apprehensive, she wasn’t actually aware of what the hall looked like, she hadn’t been involved in the decorations committee, Draco had overseen the Patil twins and Lavender as they arranged things, but ultimately the final decision was his.

Finally the four students came to the grand oak doors, the rest of the students already inside.

“So I guess we’ll see you in a minute.” Blaise said to Hermione and Draco. Draco nodded his head. As Ginny and Blaise entered the hall, Draco and Hermione waited for their cues. It was silly really that they had to make such an entrance. Whilst the rest of the students were in the hall listening to the festive speech by Dumbledore they had to await their announcement, when they had been announced they would make their entrance through the doors and make their way on to the dance floor, where they would take the first dance, which in theory would lead everyone else to join, or so they hoped. What Hermione couldn’t understand is that even though they had, had dance lessons together they didn’t actually know what music they would be dancing to, that was unnerving.

Draco smiled at Hermione as they listened to Dumbledore as he addressed the student body; they both knew that their announcement would be at any moment.

“Don’t think Hermione, Just feel, feel the music, listen to your heart.” Draco said as he squeezed her hand gently.

“And now I would like to introduce our Head Boy and Girl, Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger as they start the festivities with our tradition of a first dance.”

The irony wasn’t lost on Hermione about the first dance, but before she could say anything to Draco the doors to the great hall opened to reveal the student body watching them as they made their way to the floor, the walk seemed so long with every set of eyes on them.

As they stood in the middle of the dance floor awaiting the music, Draco took her hand in his drawing her body closer with the hand he placed on her hip, her free hand rested on his shoulder. She could feel the nerves buildings, and then he leant forward and whispered in her ear calming her.

“Listen to me, Lioness. This is just us, there is no one else in this moment it is me and you.”

He gently kissed her ear as the music started, the sound of piano keys struck her soul, and then the words swept her up like a hurricane, as they began to move tentatively together, it became easier, and with each passing moment Hermione became less aware of the audience, the lyrics washing over her. She caught Draco’s silvery blue eye as she moved her head, looking at the man with whom she danced with so gracefully, she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t, it was like she was falling into the depth of his soul, he was so exposed, so beautiful and so perfect for her, he was perfect for her.

She felt secure in his arms, she felt wanted, loved even, and most of all she felt happy. Is this what it would feel like? To be with the one? To find that other half of you? The contentment she felt here in his arms was something she had never felt before, and she didn’t want to leave it, she wanted to stay in this moment with him forever.

I dare you to let me be Your,

Your one and only,

I promise I’m worthy

To hold in your arms,

So come on

Give me a chance.

Those words, those words meant so much; it was like everything Draco had said to her, he wanted that chance to prove to her that he deserved to be with her, to prove how he felt. And he had, hadn’t he? He proven so much to her, he told her things she couldn’t even imagine, they’d become so close, so close and yet she wanted to be closer, so much more closer.

Draco spun her around elegantly bringing her back into his arms, the arms she wanted to feel around her, the arms that made her feel safe, the arms that belonged to Draco.

It was then she knew, she knew she’d made her choice, she chosen him, she’d chosen Draco.

The song was beginning to come to a close, and she wanted to tell him, in this very moment, she wanted him to know that she wanted him; she wanted to spend her life with him, forever. With one final spin, Draco dipped her back before bringing her back to him, her amber eyes twinkling like a starry night.

“I choose you, Draco. I choose you.” She said whispering to him.

Draco couldn’t believe it, she’d chosen him; she wanted to be with him. She actually had feelings for him, he’d never felt happier knowing that he would actually get a chance at being truly happy, with the girl he wasn’t afraid to admit he had fallen in love with. He placed his hand on her hips lifting her up to place a delicate kiss on his lips, before placing her down in front of him.

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The rest of the student body watched on in awe as Hermione and Draco twirled and danced around the floor, they were in a world of their own, only having eyes for each other. Amongst the crowd Blaise and Ginny stood watching on, Ginny was so happy for Hermione she’d never seen her friend look so happy and yet here she was in the arms of a man that at one point she hated, now he was the one to make her that happy. The fates played a twisted game, Ginny couldn’t help but think. Ginny was brought out of her thoughts by a restless Blaise, she knew by the look on his face that something was wrong.

“Hey are you okay?” she asked placing her hand on his arm.

Blaise nodded his head, “Yeah, she’s made her choice.” He said smiling softly.

Ginny looked confused she’s made her choice? “Who Hermione?” she asked not sure what he meant but seeing it as the only logical explanation. Blaise nodded.

“I can tell, their auras have shifted completely, they’re now both a deep blue, she’s chosen him.” He said quietly.

Ginny felt for him, he’d openly admitted that he had loved Hermione for years, and yet she’d chosen someone else. Her small hand still rested on his arm, she could feel him looking at her.

“I’m sorry Blaise, I am, I know how you felt about her, are you okay?” she asked.

Blaise smiled a genuine smile which confused Ginny. Why was he smiling? The woman he loved had just chosen another man. That wasn’t something to be happy about, was it?

Blaise took Ginny’s hand in his own; of course her hand would fit perfectly in his. Fate really must be enjoying herself right now.

“Ginny…when their auras shifted, so did yours.” Blaise said as he traced symbols into the centre of her hand, it felt like electric to Ginny, making it hard to truly understand what he was trying to tell her.

“Hmmm?” she said looking up into his molten brown eyes.

“What I’m trying to say, Ginny, is that your aura has changed colour.”

“It has?” she asked confused

“Yes, it used to be a pale yellow, but now it’s pale blue.”

“Pale blue?”

Blaise nodded his head with a large smile on his face.

Ginny’s blue eyes widened “wait… isn’t that your colour?” she asked surprised by the information. Blaise nodded his head again.

“It would seem that fate had a plan for me all along, that plan involves you Ginny. What you were talking about earlier about my future without Hermione. That future involves you, you are my future.”

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A/N:

So I feel that is a good place to leave this chapter, this is my longest chapter to date. So yey, she chose the one, what did you think of this chapter? What did you think about the twist of fate for Ginny and Blaise? Let me know

Yey, more pictures for you:

Draco’s suit: (It’s the bringing Sexy back one) http://blog.veritasimage.com/2009/12/holiday-gear-tux-deluxe.html

Hermione’s dress: http://www.promgirl.com/shop/dresses/viewitem-PD497581

Hermione’s Hair: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457538992/

Cherripepsiisgod: I hope she was okay, minus the hairline fracture, at least you gave it ago. I can’t skate nor will I attempt to, I’m looking if I can remain on my feet in dry land let alone ice. I love Tom Felton, however if I can’t have him I would be more than happy to have Matthew Lewis, damn that man grew up good.

MrsWeasley: When I got your review I was like yey I get to answer one of them questions, the next chapter is when Larissa Performs. How did you like this chapter?

Blueyedbelle: Hello, I completely understand what you mean about the first two chapters I’m aiming to go back and rewrite them, I think I got into the swing of things after that, or at least I hope I have, thank you for sticking with it. I hope it remains to keep you hooked, we have a few more twist, and obviously smut (tasteful) but I reassure you, bad boy, sex god draco will be making an appearance, Hermione needs someone who can match her vixen ways, and she has them. Let me know what you think.

R&R

Love D xx

P.S: The song they dance to is Adele one and only, it’s beautiful
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