The Promise

CHAPTER 21

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Hermione scanned the crowd.

Draco had disappeared.

Nervously she fidgeted in her chair, and Blaise caught on.

"You okay, Granger?" He asked in concern.

"Have you seen Draco?" She asked the olive-skinned handsome man, who was looking at Parvati lustfully.

Parvati caught him looking and stiffened.

Why was Blaise looking at her like that? She thought in confusion. He hardly ever paid her any attention back at Hogwarts.

He was gorgeous. Parvati shyly averted her gaze, and Blaise looked away with a grin.

Turning to Hermione, he shrugged and looked around. He had no idea where Draco was.

At once, Hermione caught sight of the platinum blonde enter the hall, and she relaxed.

Moments later, she saw her bidder walk in through the outer entrance a limp to his step, wiping his mouth with a white handkerchief that came off with droplets of blood.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Draco fast approached their table.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the elbow and manoeuvred her towards the crowding dance floor.

The band struck up a pleasing tune. He led her to the middle, twirled her and pulled her close to his body.

Hermione lovingly adjusted his bowtie and muttered, "So handsome."

Anger radiated off him and the eyes visible through the slits in the mask were deadly swirls of greyish blue.

They narrowed in rage over her head, and she turned in their direction to see her bidder standing by the dance floor, staring at them smugly.

Draco let go and made to march up to him, but Hermione held him around his waist tightly and rested her head on his chest.

She heard the rapid beating of his heart through the material.

"What's wrong, love?" She inquired, listening to the hastening heartbeats.

Tenderly he stroked her hair, inhaling deeply. He let her smell take up residence within his nostrils.

"Do you have any idea who bid on you and fucking won?" Draco spat, not bothering to hide the contempt and disgust in his voice.

Hermione looked up and into his handsome face. She mused, "For you to be this upset, I have half a mind to think it's Ron."

Draco's mouth twisted further with disgust, but composing himself enough, he hissed, "It's that American fucktard."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. She almost stepped away from Draco.

"What?" She cried out in shock.