Enchantress

Chapter Ten - A Ballet Comes to Life

Chapter Ten Synopses: Of all the places Hermione expected Draco to take her for their date, she was not expecting this. It was wonderful and thoughtful and she was touched by just how much he remembered from their countless conversations. Meanwhile the Goblins of Gringotts have some interesting news for one Sirius Black.

Chapter Ten – A Ballet Comes to Life           

Hermione enjoyed spending time with Draco. He was everything that a girl wanted from a boy all rolled into one giant ball of good. She wouldn’t call him perfect though or her ideal man as that implied there was no room for improvement and that my friend is a bad situation to get one in.

Her time with Draco was spent very normally compared to the rest of her life. Life was a dance of emotions; an elegant Waltz, an exciting Charleston, a passionate Salsa. But sometimes one needed a break from the dancing emotions, Draco was the perfect distraction. He made her feel alive and she was starting to realize how much their friendship meant to her and how even when she was with Ronald her thoughts and feelings for Draco hadn’t been completely proper.

Draco was punctual in picking her up the following evening. He wanted this night to be good, special and a surprise. Hermione usually hated surprises she had trouble putting her trust in others and really who could blame her. However a realistic little voice in the back of her mind telling her that Draco could be trusted.

The mind was a funny thing, the games it plays to bring out your worst fears and worries turning them tenfold. This was silly and as Hermione put the final touches to her makeup and dressed up with her earrings and bracelets, she looked at herself in the mirror and packed her fears away. She’d have fun tonight; she always did when she was with him.

He knocked at the door of Grimmauld place the normal way, no flooing into the house, no apparation. He’d arrived in a sleek black car that would be their transportation for the evening. His crisp grey suit was neatly ironed and bought colour to his pale skin unlike what a black suit would do. Hermione opened the door herself, she’d forbidden Sirius from getting involved, he always had a knack for verbal diarrhea and the less he spoke to Draco on a night like this the better.

Draco thought she looked breathtaking. When she opened the door he was momentarily stunned but her natural beauty. Some girls caked on the makeup, they mistook belts for skirts, had fake body parts or were after something he didn’t want to give. But here stood a girl who took no part in the above list, he was quite privileged that Hermione even thought to look at him. Girls were everywhere but a real honest to god girl was hard to find.

Hermione looked elegant in her purple shift dress, hugging her chest it flared out from her waist and feel into a pool around her knees. The sleeves were capped and the purple colour shinned invitingly against Hermione’s blushing skin.

“Where are we going tonight?” she asked.

“It’s still a surprise” he replied, “Your chariot awaits my Lady”.

He offered her his arm and led her towards the sleek black car. Regardless of the driver it was Draco who opened the car door for Hermione to slide into the car.

“A driver Draco?” she said with a smile.

“Tonight will be special” he replied mystically.

Draco had a lot riding on this night; this wasn’t just a date with any ordinary girl. Draco had made a promise to himself the day he’d read that article about Ronald and Hermione’s split. Hermione had been in his life as a good omen for many years, the thought of losing her now didn’t bear thinking about. This night would be a success for him, for her, for the both of them.