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Chapter 40
“Seriously?!” Ron groaned as he glanced up the stairs where they’d heard
a door slam followed by girlish laughter. “How many of them can use one
bathroom?!”
Draco laughed with his eyes closed as he put his feet up on the coffee table in
the Head’s common room, “They won’t be much longer, Weasley.”
“They’re taking forever,” he pouted. “How long does it take to get ready for
one stupid dance?”
The grimace that had formed on Harry’s face when Draco had spoken shifted to a
smile at Ron’s exasperated whining. “Think back to fourth year, Ron,” Harry
said. Then he laughed out loud when the redhead groaned and put his head in his
hands.
“Vati said they would be ready at seven thirty. They still have ten minutes,”
Theo said as he tried to suppress his grin at Ron’s antics and focused on adjusting
the lace cuffs at his wrists.
The guys sat scattered around the common room of the Head’s dorm and waited for
their dates for the Halloween Ball, with drinks in hand. Each was more thankful
than the last that they hadn’t had to get trussed up in costumes for the event,
but none of them were overly happy about the semi-formalwear either. Normally,
they wouldn’t have chosen to gather together, but their girlfriends insisted
upon getting ready together, so they had little say in the matter. At that point
most of them got along well enough that it wasn’t too much of a hardship, but
for three of them it grated enough to keep them from talking overly much.
Harry and Ron shared one couch, while Theo and Greg sat on the other. Draco was
sprawled across a chair close to the fireplace and Blaise, who was meeting his
date at the ball, sat across the room in one of the desk chairs. Blaise had
intended to get out of the room before everyone else arrived, but since he
hadn’t finished his speech for the opening of the dance, he was stuck in the
room with the others. It hadn’t been so bad when Draco, Greg and Theo arrived
first. He’d simply ignored them while they talked in hushed tones about their
upcoming evening, but the arrival of Harry and Ron had set his teeth on edge.
He didn’t feel the same burning hatred for them that he’d felt at the beginning
of the year and was mostly just unsure about what he did feel for them. Ginny’s
actions after his breakdown, plus the fact that they’d spent so much time
together on Head’s duties, had gotten him more used to her and her
idiosyncrasies. They weren’t friends, but they worked well together, had gained
a modicum of respect for each other, and were no longer hostile. Blaise had
also gotten to a point where he could mostly get along with Harry, since Ginny
and he were practically attached at the hip and he and Harry had to sit
together at meals. There were even times when they all shared the common room
while studying and their desire for good grades overrode their desire to fight.
Blaise didn’t even dislike Ron much anymore. He actually thought he was kind of
funny in a loud, crude way; he also treated Pansy like gold, which scored him
points in Blaise’s mind. Unfortunately, spending time with them most often
meant spending time with HER. And, though he’d recently thought a lot about his
life and his beliefs, he wasn’t yet ready to accept her into his sphere
completely. She represented far too many things, both good and bad; he didn’t
know what to do about the things she made him think and feel. With a
beleaguered sigh he refocused on his speech.
Across the room Draco lounged comfortably in his chair talking about their
upcoming night easily with everyone but Harry. He couldn’t get past the man’s
animosity and without Hermione around to prompt him, he felt no need to even
try. Over the past few weeks he’d tried to see what everyone else saw in the
hotheaded Savior-of-the-damn-Universe, but he just couldn’t. Even knowing they
had yet another link to one another through the Lupin family, hadn’t dulled
their mutual acrimony.
As Draco laughed at Ron’s bemoaning of their wait, he remembered a time only a
short while ago when he’d hated Ronald Weasley with a passion. But, somehow,
through the stupendously strange twist of being with each other’s exes, they’d
come to an understanding and forged a tentative acquaintanceship. They
appreciated that they hadn’t stood in each other’s way. Knowing how happy Pansy
and Hermione were, and how pleased they themselves were with how things had turned
out, neither could hold onto their past feelings. The two of them getting along
also made their girlfriends happy and that gave each of them more of a chance
to be happy.
Harry’s obvious dislike of him didn’t bother Draco, as he felt the same. They
were polite for the most part, but neither saw a day when they’d be more than
two people who shared a lot of the same friends and family. They simply had too
volatile a history.
Harry laughed with the others and simply tuned Draco out as if he wasn’t in the
room. He’d made a promise to Ginny and Hermione and he intended to keep it. He
promised to not start arguments with Malfoy or try to provoke him, as long as
his actions were reciprocated. Harry always kept his word. That didn’t mean he
had to actually speak to him though. A part of him did recognize that he was
being stubborn and inflexible, but he pushed that feeling back because it
wasn’t like Draco was being any better.
As they all leaned back to wait for the girls, Harry thought back to their
train ride to Hogwarts and shook his head. He had really meant what he’d said
to Draco. He’d wanted a year of peace and quiet. But, Harry laughed to himself
at how naïve he’d been at the time. Back then in his mind they would be
peaceful and civil by avoiding being near one another and ignoring each other
when they were. Harry hadn’t taken into account how many classes they would
share or how small the school could seem. It never dawned on him that the Lupin
family would force another connection between them. He’d never even
contemplated the bizarre idea of Draco and Hermione falling for one another.
Just as he had that thought he heard Draco laugh at something Theo said, and
Harry steeled himself to not grimace again. As often as he and Ginny, or he and
Ron or Hermione for that matter, discussed it, Harry would never have an answer
to their main question. How was it that all of the other people Draco had
physically or mentally hurt could forgive him, but Harry couldn’t? He’d tried
to explain to them over and over again that he simply couldn’t forgive someone
who’d upset and hurt his family so badly, but none of them got it. Parvati got
the closest to making them understand when she’d interrupted yet another
discussion about it in their common room a few nights before the ball.
It’s like a sibling thing, but stronger.
It’s like that thing where you can insult your sister, but no one else can, you
know? Well, think about it. You guys are all the family Harry has. You’re his
sisters and brothers. Draco hurt all of you and he can’t forgive that. Honestly,
I don’t think you should even make him try anymore. As long as no one’s
fighting, why don’t you all leave it alone?
Harry smiled to himself when he remembered everyone agreeing to let it rest.
But, then he frowned again as he remembered that it was also that conversation
that had gotten all the girls agreeing to get ready for the ball together. So,
like everything else in his life, even when he won, he lost.
“…don’t even really like her like that, you know?” Greg’s voice broke into
Harry’s musings.
“But, you had relations with her!” Theo said indignantly.
“All over the damn school,” Draco grimaced.
“Relations?” Ron snickered at the same time.
Greg flushed, but shrugged his shoulders, “Well, she wanted to.”
Ron’s eyebrow rose as he smirked at Greg, “And, you didn’t?”
Greg defended himself, “Course I did! I’m a bloke.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Harry asked as he tried to understand what he’d
missed.
“Never mind!” Greg huffed as he sat back and crossed
his arms.
Before any of them could answer the door upstairs opened and they all surged to
their feet. One by one each girl came out to stand at the railing giving the guys
their first glimpse. Even Blaise glanced up and felt his jaw fall open. They
looked hot!
For Hermione’s birthday ball they’d each worn formal gowns and looked
beautiful. But, since the Halloween ball was only semi-formal, they’d all
decided to go a bit more towards sexy.
Pansy’s hair was loose, with more body and wave than any of them had ever seen
on her. She wore a sparkly, black mini dress with long sheer sleeves. The dress
dipped low in the front and back, hugged her curves, and left little to the
imagination, even though it technically covered her completely.
Ron had to swallow twice before he could croak out, “Bloody amazing!”
Parvati chose a similar dress in white that set off her darker skin and had
pulled her hair up into an elegant up-do. Theo was rendered completely
speechless. Greg, who had seen his girlfriend’s floor length, light green,
dress and expected it, hadn’t been prepared for what a difference the correct
makeup and simple barrettes in her hair could do to change her from cute-ish to actually pretty. He stood next to Ron with his mouth
hanging open.
Ginny, resplendent in her strapless, form-fitting, black, floor length dress,
with its hot pink beading across the bodice and slit up the side to almost her
hip, was the only one to get a full sentence. Harry’s eyes were wide in his
face when he stammered, “You all look amazing. Hermione, you’re..wow. But, by God, Gin, you look like a dream!”
Draco couldn’t breathe. In his wildest dreams he’d never imagined Hermione
Granger, self-proclaimed bookworm extraordinaire, could look so alluring. His
eyes travelled from the silver strappy, high-heeled sandals up what seemed like
a mile of leg until they fell on the shimmering silver sheath that barely
covered her. The dress fit her like a second skin, had only one strap to hold
it up and dipped low over her chest on the other side. He blinked, but the
vision stayed in front of him as he took in her now shiny, straight hair that
was pulled into a long ponytail and sat on her bare shoulder. When he finally
reached her face he saw her looking back expectantly with eyes that seemed
deeper and more smoky than usual.
He watched as she turned with the others and started down the steps. Draco felt
rooted to the spot. The closer she came to him, the harder it was to breathe.
When she stopped directly in front of him, he finally remembered to breathe and
gasped as he balled his suddenly sweaty hands into fists.
“Merlin!” he finally exclaimed when she stopped in front of him.
“No, I’m Hermione,” she grinned up at him impishly. And, even though she wore a
knowing look on her face, she turned in a slow circle, and asked, “Well? What
do you think?”
He heard the buzz of the other voices in the room, but he felt like the world
had shrunk to only include the two of them. He drank in the sight of her and
whispered, “Perfection.”
Her smile was even more dazzling as she reached out to smooth the edges of his
robes, “Thank you. You look quite nice, too.”
He leaned down and kissed the dimple in her left cheek that winked at him
before inhaling, “Hmmm, roses and vanilla.”
Hermione laughed as she heard the now familiar sound of him sniffing her neck
and put her hands on her hips, “You know you’re weird, right? You have an
obsession with the way I smell.”
Draco barked a laugh at the way she phrased that statement and it helped ease
his tension. With a gleam in his eye he moved closer and put his hands on top
of hers.
He leaned down and said so only she could hear, “I am obsessed. You smell like
you taste; delicious.”
He laughed again as he watched embarrassment and shock, mixed with humor and a
bit of lust, quickly travel across her expressive face, even as she slapped his
arm, “Draco!”
“Seriously, love, you look, even though I hate to repeat Weasley, bloody
amazing!” His hands slowly slid up her sides, whispered past her breasts,
crested her shoulders and then continued down her back until they came to rest just
at the swell of her butt. He pulled her closer and leaned down to kiss her
properly.
Her sharp, “Uh uh!” stopped him and he looked at her in question.
“You aren’t messing me up before we even get there,” she grinned.
“So, I can mess you up after we get there?” he smirked.
“Smartass,” she laughed.
“So, are we all ready to go?” Ginny asked the room at large. “Zabini and I have
to do our speeches and then open the dancing.”
“Stupid speeches,” he grumbled from his place at the door. Blaise wasn’t
unhappy or upset, but something about seeing all the happy couples around him,
made him feel edgy. He just wanted to get the night over with as quickly as
possible.
Pansy moved away from Ron to stand next to Blaise and reach up to straighten
his bow tie, “Come on, Blaise. Cheer up. It’s only one little speech and then
you’re free.”
Theo he joined them at the door, slapped him on the back, and laughingly added,
“And, quit scowling or you’ll end up scaring Su Li to death. You’re supposed to
have killer looks, not a killer stare.”
Blaise laughed a little at the bad joke, “Pathetic.”
“At least you’re smiling,” Pansy laughed.
Draco, his arm around Hermione’s waist, smirked, “You’re both ridiculous.”
“Says the poof who took over an hour to get ready,” Ron laughed.
Draco didn’t take offense and shot back, “Well, I had to look the best as I
have the best looking date.” Then, as an afterthought, he glanced around at the
other girls, “No offense, of course. You all look great, too.”
“None taken,” Parvati laughed at his mild embarrassment.
Ginny teased good-naturedly, “At least not much.”
“Well, I am highly offended!” Pansy joked as she moved back to Ron’s side.
“But, I can let it pass this one time.”
“Why thank you,” he bowed slightly as he smirked and winked at her.
Harry rolled his eyes and held his arm out to Ginny, “Can we just go?” He then
realized how harsh he’d unintentionally sounded and added jokingly, “I, for
one, am just dying to hear this speech Zabini worked so hard on. I’m sure it
will be absolutely riveting.”
“Shut it, Potter,” Blaise growled, but his lips quirked into a smile. “You’re
just jealous that I get to dance with your witch before you do.”
Bickering playfully they began to file out of the room. Draco held out his arm
to Hermione and glanced down, “Come on, love, time for you to put all the other
girls to shame.”
She smiled up at him, but didn’t take the offered arm. Instead she stood very
still staring up at him as if searching for something.
He began to get a bit nervous and rambled, “What is it? Are you okay? Was it
what I said before? I didn’t mean to insult the rest of them, it’s just you’re
beautiful. Sexy as hell and utterly perfect.”
When she blushed and reached out to put her hand on the side of his face he
smiled softly, “What is it, love?”
He saw in her eyes the moment she made her decision. He just didn’t know what
the question had been and when her hand moved down to rest over his heart he
held his breath. He didn’t know what she was about to say, but he felt it would
be pretty big.
“Draco, I think…”
“Are you two coming?” Ginny laughed as she stuck her head back inside the
portrait. “We’re all waiting for…oh! Sorry.”
Hermione giggled nervously as stepped back and said, “No. No, we’re coming
now.”
Draco let out the breath he’d been holding as she moved toward the door and
stared at her incredulously. How could she stop there? Wasn’t she going to say
something important? What was it? He started forward to stop her from leaving,
but stopped when she turned her head and pinned him with a sultry stare.
His racing mind slammed to a halt along with his breath when she said softly,
“Later tonight, when the dance is over, if you’ve been a really good boy, you
get to mess me up. Completely.”
Draco couldn’t have repeated what was said during the group’s walk to the Great
Hall. He couldn’t under threat of torture have recalled the speeches or opening
dance. All he could hear in his head were her whispered words of promise over
and over again.
Does she really mean…
A while later he felt her breasts graze his chest and with a start found
himself staring down into her upturned face as they moved fluidly around the
room. Her laugh tinkled up at him as she tightened her grip on his shoulder and
the hand she held.
“I wondered how long it was going to take for you to come back to me,” she
smiled softly, her eyes full of mirth and love. “You haven’t said anything more
than ‘mmm’ for almost half an hour.”
Draco glanced around at the dancing couples and then back
down at Hermione his mind still on only one thing, “Did you… I mean, before
when you said…”
Hermione silenced him with a finger on his lips, “Yes.”
His eyes widened and he kissed her fingertip before he asked, “Are you sure?”
She nodded and slid her hands to rest on his shoulders, pulling him closer,
“I’m sure, Draco. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’m nineteen years old and
a war veteran with a lot of firsts under my belt. But, most of them I would
rather forget. With you, at least this year, all my firsts have been good,
great even.”
He grinned at her immediate blush, but she continued, “You know me. You like
me. You even love me and I love you, Draco. I’m ready for my next first with
you.”
“I…okay…thank you,” he stuttered. Then he took a breath and steadied himself,
“We don’t have to yet though. I don’t want you to feel…”
“Do you not want to?” she asked playfully, but he could see the worry lurking
in her eyes.
“You’re joking right?!” he laughed. He glanced around at those around them to
make sure there were no professors nearby before he slid his hands down to rest
on her butt. As he pulled her hips to meet his, he growled, “Witch, there is
nothing I want more than to finally have all of you. I want to feel you come apart around me.”
He saw the worry flit away to be replaced by desire and smirked at her, “What’s
the earliest you think we can leave and not look suspicious?”
She laughed and shook her head at him, but stepped back a little as Professor
Vector ventured closer with her eyebrow raised.
Once the teacher passed them he pulled her back against his body and leaned
down to nuzzle near her ear. When he blew a soft breath on it, he felt her
shiver against him and groaned, “Can we leave now?”
Hermione giggled as she pulled back and looked up at him with a slightly
flushed face, “Not yet, Draco.”
He waited until the song ended and reached for her hand to exit the floor,
“Now?”
Her laugh rang out as she led them back to the table for refreshments.
They heard Blaise’s incredulous voice as they approached the group’s table,
“Have you lost what’s left of your mind?”
xxxxxx
Blaise was having a bad night. First, he’d flubbed
his speech three separate times and heard people laugh at him in the darkened
room. Then he’d stepped on Ginny’s dress during the opening dance and almost
ripped it. Next, Greg and Millie had had a fight almost the minute they’d
gotten there and, it seemed, broken up with each other. Blaise’s issue was that
they each expected him to take their side. When he’d looked for backup, Theo
and Draco had already left to dance with their dates, and even Ron and Harry
were nowhere to be found. His date, Su Li, had shown up with a large group of
friends and proceeded to immediately run off with them. And, insult added to
injury, he was stuck at the table with Luna Lovegood
and her insanity.
“Oh no,” she replied very seriously.
He wondered why he didn’t just get up and leave as he asked, “So, it is your
assertion that all of my problems would be magically cleared up if I just ate
more roughage?!”
“Or, had really, really good sex,” Luna smiled serenely as she nodded
vigorously. “The release of sperm can provide a release all kinds of stress.”
“Are you…what are…why am I talking to you?!” Then when Draco and Hermione reached
them he turned to them, “Why am I talking to her?!”
Draco laughed, “Because you want to?”
“As if!” Blaise huffed.
Hermione put her hand on Luna’s shoulder in a show of support and asked, “So,
where’d Su go?”
“She’s over there dancing with her friends,” Luna pointed. “Our House agreed it
would be poor form for the Head Boy to attend the dance alone, so we decided
one of us would go with him when no one else would. Su solved the puzzle last
so she had to be his date.”
“Oh, that’s just perfect!” Blaise exclaimed and put his head on the table. “Could this night get any worse?”
“Of course, it could,” Luna nodded seriously.
Draco suppressed a laugh as he patted his friend’s shoulder, “Buck up, buddy.
It’s a dance, not a torture session. We’re supposed to be having fun and you
are supposed to be leading us in it.”
When Blaise lifted his head and glared at Draco, he continued, “Why don’t you
ask someone else to dance? There’re plenty of girls who came alone.”
“I just want this night to be over,” Blaise sighed and crossed his arms over
his chest as he sat back in a huff.
“Well, there are still a couple more hours to it, so you will have to find a
way to endure,” Luna said as she stood and shook out her hair a bit. “Come
dance with me. The Head boy can’t be seen looking so glum and antisocial all
night. All of this unity stuff is still quite tenuous and you have most
certainly not been helping. It’s time you did your job.”
The immediate denial that came to his lips stalled as he thought about what
she’d said. As odd as it was to say, even in his head, Luna Lovegood
was right. He’d already accepted that some of his beliefs were not the best,
and he had realized he needed to make a change. At least she was a pureblood,
even if she had stood on the other side of things in the war, so he wouldn’t be
turning his back on everything he knew in one move.
Wondering what he was thinking for what felt like the millionth time in the
past few minutes, Blaise grasped her extended hand and stood to his full height
in front of her. Her hand felt very small and delicate in his, but he felt the
strength of her magic pulsing as her fingers wrapped around his. He looked to
Draco for support, but saw his friend’s carefully blank face staring back at
him, though he detected a hint of pride in his eyes. Blaise refused to look
down at Hermione because he didn’t want to know her thoughts on things and knew
she wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings as completely as Draco.
“Why aren’t you all dancing?” Ginny’s laughing voice interrupted the stillness
of the moment as she and Harry came to the table to get a drink.
Hermione smiled brightly to cover the small silence that followed, “We were,
but we got thirsty.”
Harry nodded at her, “Same here. Hi, Luna. You look
quite lovely this evening. Who did you come to the dance wi…”
His voice trailed off as he finally noticed her hand in Blaise’s and his eyes
shot to the man’s face.
Blaise straightened his back and looked down his nose at Harry, “Well, enjoy
your drinks. Luna, shall we?”
“Of course,” Luna smiled up at him. “But, for no more than two dances.”
Ginny couldn’t help herself, “Why only two, Luna?”
“More than that and you risk the Wrackspurts catching
up with you. They are slow enough, but very hard to see and dancing can often make
one forget to look for them.”
No one said a word as she turned and led Blaise onto the dance floor. But, as
soon as they’d disappeared into the crowd Hermione let out the laugh she’d been
holding and Ginny and Harry joined her.
“What am I missing?” Draco asked the laughing threesome. He hated when Hermione
shared a laugh with Harry and not him.
“According to Luna, Wrackspurts are things that float
into your ears and make you go all fuzzy," she said with a giggle.
Ginny laughed, "Sometimes we wonder if she’s got a permanent one lodged in
there.”
“Be nice,” Harry admonished around his own laughter. “She’s our friend.”
“You’re laughing, too,” Draco said with a smirk.
“What’s so funny?” Greg asked as he joined them at the table.
Hermione noticed he looked tired and upset, so she sobered and moved to where
he sat heavily in a chair, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he smiled up at her. “Broke up with Mil, is all.”
“What? Why?” Draco asked in shock. “When?”
Greg shrugged, “A little while ago. It just wasn’t working. No big deal.”
Hermione pulled a chair close and sat next to him, “I’m sorry, Greg.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled at her. “I’m seriously okay with it. And, she,” he said
pointing across the room to where Millicent stood talking to a shorter guy, “is
fine with it, too, I guess. She said it was about time. She already had her
eyes on that 6th year Ravenclaw anyway.”
“Sorry, mate,” Draco said sincerely.
Greg didn’t want pity; he just wanted to get through the night with as much
dignity as possible. “Let it go, Draco. But, thanks. Ginny?
How about a dance?”
Ginny, understanding his need for an out, smiled and took his hand, “Sounds
like a plan to me. We’ll be back.”
Hermione relieved the tension and made everyone laugh when she called out, “No
more than two dances though!”
xxxxxx
Author’s Notes and Responses: I am
really glad you are all reading and enjoying the story. Thank you again.
Mrs.DracoMalfoy: Thank you, my
dear! I see a lot of Hermione in myself in many ways and I just tried to figure
out how I would have reacted after all those years. You can only bottle it up
so long…lol THANK YOU for pointing out the Pansy/Parvati mixup.
I changed it immediately, so hopefully not too many others saw it. Thank you, hon!
angeles:
Thank you, that was quite a compliment!
bLondpierogi:
No need to apologize; I am just glad you are still reading and enjoying. I will
admit to having missed you and your “BLOODY AWESOMES”
though. tee hee hee Congrats on completing your midterms! I hated that part
of school…PRESSURE! I am glad you liked all you read and thank you for letting
me know.
AriesGirl:
No worries for Greg, before this saga is done, he will be more than okay. :-) I
never even thought of Orla for him though…hmmm Savoring the wait? Well, it won’t be long. ;-) Me writing professional porn?! Nope, never gave it a
thought. LMAO But, thanks for thinking I could. Wow! Tell your husband thank
you for me. Yes, I am smirking while I type this. Congrats on your Twitter
Terminator status. ha ha ha Thank you!!
kazfeist:
So, how were the dresses? Glad you liked Dumbles
apologizing. And, you get your “hottt lovin'” really soon. ;-) Thank you, hon!
Dreamweaver: I am really jealous!
Sounds like you all had a great time for her birthday. Good on ya’! It’s really sweet how everyone is so worried about
Greg. I absolutely love that I have been able to turn his character around so
much. I do love my Greggy. No worries, he’ll be fine.
I truly believe if Mr. Patil knew how many changes
his words brought on he wouldn’t have cared. He’s a bit self-centered that way.
lol But, I think being compared to Lucius knocked him
down a peg or two. ;-) The way I see it, everyone else had all summer, friends
and family, therapists, and time to get where they are now. Blaise only had a
couple of weeks and then BAM! He is going through what they all did, but he’s
doing it in front of everyone and in fast forward, thus his being so
reflective. It’s a lot to consider. Glad I didn’t make you wait for that 59 minutes. (insert smirk here) and doubly glad you liked what
happened when it arrived.
In every online test I have ever taken, I have come out a Hufflepuff. No
problem for me, though I really think I am more Ravenpuff,
but whatever. lol Susan Bones is my girl; quiet,
studious, nice, and a siren behind closed doors. ;-)
Well, it’s been a while since I owed you tissues. They were starting to back up
over here. I love that you liked the apology. After Book 7 my sister and I had
a lone talk and one of the things that bugged the heck out of me was that neither
of them ever got any real recognition from Dumbledore after first year. I kept
thinking it would happen at some point and when I closed the last book and it
hadn’t happened, I was ticked. This is what came of that. :-)
Thank you, hon!
marie: Thank you for the validation on the Book 7 issues. I am really glad
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