Friday, 14 June 2013

Dramione.. I think?

The hand that was placed upon his right shoulder twitched as they twirled around once more. Even with her eyes closed, she could already picture the grimace fixed upon those pale lips. She felt her brows knit together as she felt his body stiffen. 

Is it that terrible to dance with me?

She thought silently as she reopened her eyes and looked everywhere except for the grey eyes that were glaring at her. She did not even know that they had to open the dance for the entire student body. As the head girl, she felt that it was her responsibility to not reject anything the school proposed. But this was one of the few times, she wished she had rejected.

He was dressed in a velvet dressrobe. A slick bow-tie adorned his neck, while the tails of the robe danced beautifully behind him as they twirled around the Great Hall. He had left his platinum blonde hair alone today; not one part of his hair was gelled back.

If he were less the prat he were, she might have considered him hot. But as things were, she scolded herself for even thinking about how good-looking he was. No matter how nice the appearance was, she should never judge a book by a cover, much less a Malfoy. 

As they twirled ‘round the dance floor, Hermoine eyes flicked up towards those grey pools of emptiness, she turned away as soon as she saw the look of contempt glaring back at her. 

She was after all just a filthy mudblood. No matter how long had passed, she would still remember the time during her second year where Draco had called her that for the first time. It had pained her to hear those words, even more when rumors of her bloodline started to spread within the entire student body. 

Sure she wasn’t the first muggle-born to be admitted into Hogwarts. But she was indeed the first muggle-born to have invoked such hatred from a certain member of a dignified (to certain extents) pure-blooded family. 

She sighed audibly and decided to tune those bad memories out of her head. This wasn’t the time to remember those dreadful events, especially not when her dance partner was the one who cause those events. 

"What mudblood? Bored of dancing with me?” The young Malfoy hissed, loud enough for only the girl before him to hear. 

Hermoine glared at him and huffed angrily. She really didn’t want her evening to be spoiled by this prat of a head boy opposite her. The said boy led the two of them slowly to a stop as the music ceased to play. He bowed slightly with a sneer painted on those handsome features as she curtsied back to him with a half-hearted smile as the applause from the by-standers grew.   

She turned and strolled away quickly with her head held high. She was a Gryffindor, and no Gryffindor was going to walk away with their head down. She was the Gryffindor Princess, and he was the Slytherin Prince. 

She smiled at her two best friends as she approached them. She was expecting them to comfort her for having to dance with the Malfoy. But the look she got from Ron, told her otherwise. 

"So. Enjoyed dancing with that ferret did you?" The red-head snapped. "And i though you were different from all those Slytherin girls."

"What is your problem Ron? In which way did i look like i was enjoy that?” Hermonie retorted; her eyes starting to sting. 

"You kept smiling, and you kept holding on to him. When did this start Moine? When did you become that traitor? Falling for that Slytherin scum." Ron sneered. 

Harry watched with apprehension as Hemoine struck Ron across the left side of his face. Hermoine looked livid and Ron was dumb-struck, either from the slap or from how Hermoine looked after he said that line. 

Hermoine turned tail and ran. She ran as quickly as she could in high-heels. She ran even though the stitch at her side was hurting badly. 

"Unity." Hermoine called out to the portrait of a bald monk picking fruits.

The portrait swung open to reveal the shared common room decorated with various golden-red, silver-green hangings. She picked the nearest vase by the side of the opening and threw it against the wall and screamed in frustration.

A story I found abandoned in my tumblr's draft page. I have no idea when I started to write this, but damnn, I think my writing then was rather fluid. >_< 

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