It was the night of the ball, everyone's getting dressed up, girls dormitory looked like it had been ransacked, and girls chatting about others who wore the same dress, and who asked them to the ball.
Before they left, Ginny sat beside Hermione, who was struggling to fix her hair. "Here, let me" said Ginny, brushing her bushy hair, and clipping each strands.
"you don't look happy, Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that... I really wanted to ask this guy, but ugh, crap. I just. I just can't" she frowned. "Viktor's a really nice guy but. Definitely not the one I was thinking about"
"It's all right, Hermione. I didn't got my dream date either." Ginny sighed. "But Neville is a kind guy. Anyway, look, it's a lot better now. Wanna go down now?"
"maybe I'll just wait behind the stair case for Viktor." Hermione pursed her lips into a thin line.
"Okay. I'll see you there." Ginny smiled, as she exits the girls' dormitory.
Hermione groaned and laid back at her bed in her pretty blue dress. She thought twice about going down to the ball-- I should stop thinking about Draco. He's an arse and he shouldn't be making me feel this way. Hermione said to herself.
She finally stood up, out to the door, walked her way to the staircase of the great hall, to only peek through the sides in hopes to see Viktor Krum.
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"Draco! come on, we're going to be late!" Pansy exclaimed, frantically pulling Draco out the common room.
"I changed my mind, I'm tired, go ask Blaise instead" he groaned, laying at the couch in his dress robes.
"He's not even here! come onnn!" Pansy pulls his arm until he finally gave up and stood up, with her arms intertwined in his, making their way out.
Before they could even reach the great hall, everyone practically stopped and stared at Viktor Krum, and the girl with him.
Draco took a while to notice until he turned around to see Hermione-- elegant-looking in a periwinkle blue dress, her brown eyes glistening and her smile was absolutely gorgeous enough that his jaw almost dropped; Pansy clings her arm back tighter on Draco as she watches Hermione and Viktor walk to the great hall.
Draco blinked his eyes and froze to where he was standing, and Pansy looked back at him, snapping her finger in his face, "Hello? are you still there?"
"Yeah, 'course I am! Let's go" Draco said sharply.
The whole night, it was rather boring for Draco to watch the march of the champions, and having to watch them waltz around the dance floor. The whole time while dancing, he gaped at Hermione being twirled around by Viktor Krum-- he felt as if he was betrayed. But then again he doesn't own Hermione at all.
Pansy rolled her eyes at Draco who wasn't even paying attention to her, so she pulled him into the dance floor to join the dance. Draco did seem like the kind of guy who was naturally born to dance, but to Pansy, it felt like she was dancing with a dead, lump person, looking anywhere but her eyes.
"Can we take a seat for a moment?" Draco requested, and Pansy obliged to do so.
He rested his cheek on his hand once he sat down, looking utterly bored, "I should get you a drink" said Pansy, standing up and walking to the buffet.
"Hey, Malfoy!" Nott patted his back, "can't believe you took Parkinson to the dance" he laughed, sitting on a chair in his table.
"Well, not much of a choice, Blaise went on a holiday so..."
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Draco's Little Crush (and how to get rid of it) | Dramione
Fanfiction"She was never really his for the taking" Draco Malfoy, the school bully, had always thought Hermione Granger, the gryffindor princess has a crush on him, and so he desires to get in her shoes by trying to make first impressions. Slowly, and unnotic...
