Queen of the Hunt: 11

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~Chapter 11~

If we listen to our hearts

The deepest part of who we are

We can't go wrong cause love will be our guide

There were times I wondered what forever was

And you walked in and suddenly I knew

Every day we live and breathe

A part of you and you of me

Forever is a dream that just came true

Saving forever for by Na Leo Pilimehana

[Hermione]

The banter between sisters was amusing. I could see myself getting used to it. Could this be what having a family of my own would be like? At that thought, I turned my head to look at my other mate. She was smiling as she looked upon the hall and all the dancing pairs. None of the professors seemed to have moved from their seats since the beginning of the Ball. I smiled to myself as a thought crossed my mind.

"Excuse me Delacour siblings, but I must go about livening the party." Fleur and Gabrielle watched me in confusion as I walked in the direction of the Head table. By the time I made it to the table, almost every eye was on me. I stopped in front of Minerva.

"How about a dance professor? It must be boring all the way up here. It's a Ball! Dancing is required." I held my hand out for the professor to take. She paused before reaching out for my offered hand.

"As you say, Ms. Granger. One must dance at a Ball." As Minerva and I made our way to the dance floor, a few brave souls went up to the Head Table to ask a professor to dance.

A soft melody started to fill the whole of the hall.

*You love, who you love

Who you love

You love, who you love

Who you love

I would have placed both of my hands on her waist but this was Professor McGonagall I was dancing with not my mate. I led us slowly in a formal stance.

My girl, she ain't the one that I saw coming

And sometimes I don't know which way to go

And I tried to run before

But I'm not running anymore

Cause I've fought against it hard enough to know

That you love, who you love

Who you love

You love, who you love

Who you love

You love, who you love

Who you love

Oh, you can't make yourself stop dreaming

Who you're dreaming of

If it's who you love

Then it's who you love

Students were catching on and eventually all the professors were on their feet and dancing. Professor Snape seemed to be mysteriously absent. I don't picture him dancing with so many eyes present. I could tell he wasn't a bad man, just guarded. Perhaps he would dance if it was a person he would trust.

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