Once inside, some stay at bay, mainly those without a companion. Among them, Ron, who stays at the very back. He can see Harriet and Hermione anyway. It's almost hard not to. He slouches against the wall and keeps his lips pursed, annoyed.
Ron still can't believe Harriet would push him aside like this. Putting Hermione first, putting Viktor Krum first as if he'd been with her since first year and not just a few months ago. It's so unfair and so stupid. He moves his jaw a little and lowers his gaze.
Hermione holds Harriet and the girl looks nervous. She hopes she doesn't step on Hermione's robes. She did so much to get ready. "You'll do fine."
Harriet laughs at Hermione's whisper. Always so kind to give her faith. Tom quickly invites a seventh year girl, Ravenclaw. She doesn't know her name. She's wearing very elegant black dress robes, shiny stones. Short hair and surprised expression, but not unbearable like the Slytherin girls nearby, almost begging for him to invite them. For Tom, it's enough to prefer her. She accepts, taking his hand, her thoughts racing with shock, thinking: the prince of Slytherin invites me to dance with him. She walks next to him, joining the dance that starts the second they set foot inside.
Harriet sticks out the tip of her tongue, looking down every now and then and struggling to keep up. She's very nervous, but at the same time, amused and anxious to have gotten this far. Hermione keeps a very steady pace and is meant to be a guide in case Harriet gets confused.
Hermione is surprised that Harriet lifts her up and again, she is amazed: Harriet has a lot of physical strength. They hadn't rehearsed this at all, they had just joked about it on the first day of dance rehearsal. Harriet raises her eyebrows and laughs shortly after.
"Anything you expect or wanted, I can do it."
Hermione blushes, her eyes wide. Harriet knows very well what he said, what she meant. She can't help laughing, which echoes a little in the noise of the ball.
Viktor asked a Durmstrang girl to dance, who was also at a distance. Ron doesn't move from his place, embarrassed by the mockery of his older brothers, even Ginny who is with Neville. Drakonys dances with Blaise, occasionally glancing at where Harriet is dancing and laughing with Hermione. Her head throbs at how ordinary and ridiculous Hermione looks in that pathetic dress.
Harriet in that suit that only makes her look like a transvestite man.
A string of absurd insults accumulate to prevent Drakonys genuine and not hurtful thoughts from coming to light: the suit looks good on Harriet, it's her style at its best; she knew how to comb her hair, she knows how to move within the limitations of clothing, she knew what makeup to wear.
It's the most perfect look in line with what Harriet usually wear. Harriet looks better than ever and all that grooming is for Hermione Granger, who he chose as her best friend.
Not Drakonys.
Hermione Granger was the great chosen one to have Harriet's friendship, attention, gifts, visits, glances, the invitation and ultimately she is the one who receives everything from Harriet...
Why?
She is a mudblood.
Hermione doesn't deserve so many things and much less should she increase.
Why did Harriet choose her?
It's not fair.
It's stupid. Just like Harriet.
It's a small part of the internal storm. The music piece ends, there is a change of rhythm and dance. Going and coming everywhere with more energy, changing partners every now and then and although it was an accident, Harriet and Drakonys are together.
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• Romeo, Juliet & Cinderella • | Tomrry
Fanfiction"We are opposites, but we are one and the same.... No one could be for me and no one can be for you. We only have each other. Everyone can hate you and they can't change you. You are mine. And it makes me so desperate, I'd kill you to avoid seeing y...
