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The Dance by goddess faith

Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 4,244
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Romance, AU, Young Adult
Characters: Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 01/06/2008
Last Chapter: 06/01/2009
Last Updated: 06/01/2009

AU- Draco Malfoy left after his seventh year at Hogwarts. He has lived in America ever since. Now, after getting engaged, he has returned to take dance lessons and to stay with his drunken mother. Little does he know, his dance instucter is an old enemy, Hermione Granger.


Chapter 1: Granger!
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A/N: Hello readers! Well, I know I said my next story would be Beautiful Soul, but I had a hard time getting it started, so I tried this one. I hope you like it. Not to worry though, I will continue Mission Impossible.

AU- Ron died in the war and Draco went off to America after his seventh year.

Chapter One: Granger!

The nasty scent of wet dog rushed through my nose as I walked into the dreary Leaky Cauldron. I looked around the place and there was no denying that I was in the world that I had tried so hard to get away from. A shiver ran up my spine as I heard the hollers of a bunch of drunks playing cards.

“Can you move out of the door way!” A harsh voice grumbled behind me. I turned around and saw a small old man that looked about half drunk and homeless. I thought to say something to him, but just moved, rolling my eyes.

This is only for a week. Just for dance lessons and then I can return to America and marry Isabella like planned. I told myself to keep from turning around and going back that instant.

“What can I do for you?” The short, chubby man asked from behind the bar as I approached it.

“Do you have any firewhiskey?” I requested, hopefully.

“Sure do, coming right up.” He replied. He then poor it and slide it to me. I turned it up, very grateful.

“Draco? Draco Malfoy?” Asked a surprised voice behind me. I winched and swallowed the liquid in my mouth before turning around.

“Yeah?” I replied, not for sure who I was talking to. It was a guy with black hair and dark eyes. He was well overweight and was balding on the top of his head. He looked really familiar, but I just couldn’t place him.

“Blaise Zabini, do you not remember me?” The man informed me and I sat there shocked. He had really let himself go since school.

“Oh… yeah.” I nodded, trying not to let my shock slip.

“So, what have you been up to?” He asked, taking a seat beside me. I tried not to let out a sigh of frustration. I didn’t need any of my past bumping into me while I was here.

“You know, Blaise,” I started, trying to thinking of a reasonable excuse to leave. “I haven’t went to see my mother yet. So will you please excuse me…”

“Oh… sure.” Blaise replied. “How long are you here for? Have you moved back?”

“No, I am just here for a week.” I explained as I got up.

“A week? Why so short?” His questions were really getting on my nerves now.

“My fience wants me to learn to dance and my mother has been begging me to come to visit. There is a great dance school near the mansion, so it is like killing two birds with one stone.” I sped through and turned away heading toward the door. “Good day.”

I sighed with relief when I made it outside and cursed myself for even going in there. I knew I was just procrastinating, so I wouldn’t have to go home. I knew I had to, though. Mother would probably send out a search party in the morning when she was sober and realized I hadn’t arrived yet.


As I stood at the iron gate in front of the mansion a flood of memories came crashing back to me. The time I broke my arm when I fell out of the tree, the time father had slung me into the pool in the back yard, or the time I had tried to run away and had gotten stopped at this very gate. I didn’t have a very glorious childhood and I never shared it with anyone. I told Isabella that I had two parents that loved each other and loved me. I couldn’t bare telling her the truth.

When I finally got done walking down memory lane, I opened the gate and proceeded in. Nothing had changed. Everything was exactly as it was five years ago when I left. There was trees lined down the walk way, a bird bath in the middle of the left side, a flower bed ((That the gardener kept going, mind you)), and the rose bushes on either side of the porch. Seeing it from the outside looking in, you would think a perfectly happy family lived here.

It seemed like centuries before I ever reached the door. I knew what was waiting for me inside and I dreaded it. If I didn’t do it now, though, I would have to later. Later she would be worse. So I pushed open the door and walked in.

Just like the outside, nothing had changed. The old, wooden, dusty grandfather clock stood at the entrance with the black metal coat rack beside the door. I removed my cloak, placing it on it and went on into the living room.

When I did, I noticed something immediately. My mother was slumped over in the arm chair beside the fire; a whiskey glass threatening to drop out of her hand. As she turned her drunken head toward me I noticed the wrinkles and craters in her face. I couldn’t stop myself from winching. Her once beautiful blonde hair was now dull and stringy.

“Mother,” I nodded toward her, not moving from my spot at the doorway. I watched as she stumbled up and tried to moved toward me.

“Draco…” she slurred, her eyes half open. “My baby boy! Come here and le…*hicup* let you mum take a look at you.”

I just stood there with my arms folded across my chest, eyes set on the ceiling. I hated seeing my mother like this. It had been this way ever since father’s death.

“Wow… look at you.” She grabbed both of my arms. “You look just like your father did when he was your age… did I ever tell you how we met?”

“Yes,” I hissed, jerking away and running up the stairs. I didn’t stop until I got to my old room, which, of course, hadn’t changed.

I locked my door just incase she had changed and could get up the stairs drunk.

How dare she insult me like that! Look like my father, my arse! I am nothing like my father then or now. Damn, why did she have to be such a drunk? It isn’t like he ever loved her back!

I just laid down on my bed and waited for sleep to come. I hadn’t been here a day and I already wanted this week to be over.

“You bitch!” My father’s angry voice roared over the house and my four year old self curled up tight in the corner. Mother and Father were fighting again. Mother had come in on Father and his woman of the week. She was stupid for saying anything.

“I…” I heard my mother start, but then a loud crash. I was sure it was my father slamming her into the nearest wall or door.

“Get out of my damn house!” He shouted. I covered up my head and tuned the rest out, wishing it would all go away.

When I looked up I was no longer four. I was eleven and I had just gotten home from Christmas break. To no surprise my mother and father were fighting. I was upset that they didn’t even pretend to be civil for Christmas.

All of a sudden I heard a splash, which made me look out my window. I saw my father holding my mother underwater in the pool. I rushed down the flight of stairs and out of the back door.

“Stop! Stop!” I screamed and threw myself onto my father, making us both tumble into the water. Thankfully he let my mother go and see went to the surface coughing. I hurried out of the pool, knowing what was to come.

“Draco!” My father yelled, pushing himself out of the pool. He hurried over to me, backhanding me at first. I fell to the ground. “How dare you push me into the pool!” He then took his right foot and kicked me. I had learned by now it was better just to lay there and not move. He went away if I didn’t try to fight back.

I sat up in the bed, the sunrays from outside shining into the room. I looked around and it took me some time to realize I in my old room. I let out a sigh and took out some clothes from the closet, hoping my old clothes still fit, before heading off to the shower. I knew my mother wouldn’t be up. She didn’t rise before noon.

After the shower I was off to Madame Levell’s Dance School. I was taking private lessons there. I didn’t want anyone else to witness what a terrible dancer I am.


House payment, electricity, food, clothes. This was all the things I needed to have money for and I had gotten fired a week ago. It was looking dreary and I realized that I had to go work for Madame Levell’s at the dance school. Madame Levell was my aunt and I had learned to dance as I grew up. Durning the summers of my teen years I would help around the studio and even help teach the dances for extra money. I hated teaching, though and it was the only position open, according to my aunt. It looked like my only option though.

As I walked into the studio the familiar aroma of flowers and potpourri hugged my nose. I closed my eyes and took it in, remembering back to so many afternoons I spent here in my youth.

“Hermione,” a cheerful voice greeted me and I opened my eyes to see Cheyrl, another teacher, walking toward me. “How are you on this lovely morning?”

“All right,” I lied, faking a smile. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to put up with the whinny dancers.

“Good,” she nodded. “Now, you aunt has had a person scudel for a private lesson and she wants you to do it. She said she knew you didn’t like teaching dance and thought it would be best. Is that all right?”

“Yeah…” I replied, shocked. “That would be great.”

“Okay,” she began to walk and I followed close behind. “He should be here in about twenty minutes. Here is the room, have fun.”

She gave me another cheerful smile as she opened the door and then walked back down the hall.

I sighed with relief, thanking heavens that I was only teaching one person. I just hoped he wasn’t a whiner.

I took a glance at my watch again as I rushed down the busy street. I was five minutes late. Now, I didn’t want to do this, but I also didn’t want to be late. This made me rush even more.

When I finally did make it to the school I hurried in, not taking the time to notice anything. I was already late. I walked up to the girl standing at a podium.

“I am Draco Malfoy.” I stated, staring at her. She looked at me and then at a piece of paper.

“You are late,” she stated. Like I already didn’t know that.

“Yes, I know. I am sorry, I got lost.” I explained, not really caring if she believed me.

“Hm…” she then stepped out from behind the podium and motioned for me to follow. “You intructer has been waiting.”

I chose not to say anything. What else could I say? I already said sorry, what else did she want?

She opened a door and nearly pushed me inside, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Rude.” I muttered, brushing my shoulder off. I then looked around, spotting another girl with her back turned toward me.

“You are late.” A familiar voice said to me. Like Blaise, though, I couldn’t place this. She then turned around and I felt my stomach plung.


Chapter 2: I guess some things change
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A/N: Wow… it has been awhile since I update this. A year and a half… geeze! Sorry! Won’t happen again, I promise!


Chapter Two: I guess some things do change



The girl in front of me had, like everything else, changed. She was very slender, which I did remember, but had curves that I didn’t. Her hair was no longer frizzy, but soft curls that cascaded over her small shoulders. That was just at first glance, though.


As I began to really look at this Hermione Granger I noticed a few other things. Like her eyes were dark, but that could be because she had bags underneath her eyes. Her lips were pale and she looked tired and worn out. For a second I let myself wonder what had happened to her to make the perky know-it-all from Hogwarts look so beat down.


“Yes…” Hermione trailed off as she actually began to look at me. Her eyes widened and hand flew over her mouth. “My heavens…” she muttered. “Draco Malfoy? You are my student?”


“I…I guess…” I stuttered, scratching the back of my neck. The room, which had seemed pretty spacious when I first arrived, began to feel extremely small. As if the world itself just shrunk.


“Umm…” Hermione bit her pale lip as she looked down at the clipboard she was holding. “All right. Shall we begin?” She questioned and I know I must have looked confused. I quickly shook it off, though. If she was willing to be professional about this, then I should be too. I just had a really bad feeling about this.


“Sure.” I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocked back on my hills.


“Please come to me,” Hermione instructed me, putting the clipboard down. I waited a moment, but eventually did as I was told. “Put your left hand on my waist.”


“Bit forward, aren’t you, Granger.” I laughed, doing as I was told. She didn’t laugh, though. Something that also apparently didn’t change; her since of humor. “Lighten up.”


“Excuse me, but I am almost certain that I am in charge here,” she replied, grabbing my other hand and moving closer to me.


The minute she did so a new melody of scents went shooting up my nose. This time, instead of the dead flows and old socks that this place reeked of, it smelled more like a spring day near a river. I could actually almost hear the birds chirping and hear the water running. I stepped back, feeling a bit light headed. Had that marvelous scent come from her?




What in the hell is Draco Malfoy doing back here? I thought he fled to America. Did he have a hidden agenda for being here? Was he going to try to bring me more pain than I was already dealing with?


I shook my head, finding that absurd. He had acted just as surprised as I did to see me and we weren’t in school anymore. There was no reason to act like children, right?


As I stepped in closer to him I realized that he must really not know how to dance. He was about four inches taller than me, which really made this harder.


He stepped away from me, which made me sigh in aggravation. He was going to be one of those students. The type that had a problem with every little thing I did and had to stop to point it out. I hated when people thought they could tell me how to do my job when they didn’t know a thing about it.


“Malfoy, listen,” I started, folding my arms. “We haven’t even started dancing yet. There is no way you could have found something wrong, already.”


“What?” He asked, looking down at me like he hadn’t even heard a word I just said. This was ridiclious. How could I have thought for a minute that I could teach Draco Malfoy?


“Maybe we should find you a different teacher.” I told him as I went back to pick up my clipboard.


“No…” He finally spoke. “I don’t need another teacher. I am sorry, I just zoned out.”


Did he just apologize to me? Draco Malfoy? Hm… I guess somethings do change.


Without another word I walked back over to him, feeling my dress hit my legs a little bit. I really hoped I didn’t seem to rushed. I got back into position and this time he did, too, without any question. I smiled inwardly, kind of smirking at the fact that I had gotten a bit mean and he had stopped me from leaving. I am not sure why this thought made me smile, but it did. It was just a good feeling.




Dance lessons are not as bad as I thought they would be. Despite the fact that they are with Granger.


“So… are you marrying Weasley?” I asked her as we finished up and she was marking how horrid I was on her clipboard. I noticed the engagement ring on her finger as we were dancing and thought that was the only reasonable conclusion. The two of them were always destined to be. Everyone knew it.


I saw the pen stop, but Granger did not look up from the sheet of paper. Should I take that as a no? I really wanted to know what happened, now, but knew better than to pry. If there is one thing my drunken mother taught me, it was to let things die.


“Ron… um… he died during the war.” She finally replied, sounding as if she had to force the words to come out of her mouth. My eyes dropped to the floor. I felt really stupid for asking, now. I had no idea. The war was a mystery to me.


“Oh… I am sorry.” I apologized and noticed her eyes got wider, but again she didn’t look up. “I just saw the ring and assumed. So, who is the guy? Potter?”


“That is none of your business.” Granger snapped harshly at me as she looked up. She gave me one firm look in the eyes and then marched right past me. “I will see you tomorrow at the same time. I would advise you to practice. Especially if you want to have this down in a week. You are terrible.” Without another word, or even giving me time to reply, she opened the door and practically ran out.


I sighed as I stood there. Had I hit a nerve? Had Potter died, too? I guess it doesn’t really matter to me either way. Wasn’t like we were friends…


I walked out of the dance studio, not giving the rude girl a second look, and out into the streets. I really didn’t want to go home to Mother. That would be a mistake. Where could I go then?


It didn’t take me two seconds to realize that I should probably go back and see how Hogwarts was doing. Knowing better than to apparate to school grounds, I did so to Hogsmade.


The little village that had been my escape from Hogwarts had not changed a bit(like everything else). Everything seemed to be where I left it. Of course there were new shops, but nothing really drastic. I shook my head, knowing that this wasn’t the reason I came. I couldn’t spend my time here… it was time to go back.


I caught a ride in a carriage to Howarts. It was so weird how every little thing reminded me of when I was back in school.



“You would think they would put air freshener in here or something!” I snarled as I climbed into the carriage. In all honesty it didn’t smell at all, I just needed something to complain about.


“I don’t think it is the carriage, Draco. Crabbe isn’t wearing any deodorant.” Pansy said, crinkling her nose, as she took her place beside me.


“Well then he doesn’t need to ride with us now does he?” My cruel eyes fixed on Crabbe now. He looked horrified, knowing that I was serious. “Get out.”


“But…” He tired, but I held up my hand.


“Out.” I demanded again and this time, without a word, Crabbe left. The rest of the Slytherins rolled with laughter, but I had to force a chuckle. I knew very well nobody else would want him in their carriage and he would end up staying at Hogwarts.



Crabbe had stayed at Hogwarts that trip. If I remember correctly he never went on another Hogsmade trip with us again. He had said it was because of detention, but I found it strange the way he would purposely get caught doing something in front of a Professor.


I wonder how he is doing? Probably in Azkaban. I don’t see how Blaise Zabini stayed out.


“Sir… your stop.” The driver poked his head in to tell me. I climbed out and paid him and asked if he would wait. He nodded and I began my journey up to the gates of Hogwarts.


It was weird stepping through them. Again, nothing seemed to change. There were students lounged everywhere outside on the cool spring day. I remembered the feeling of classes being out. One of the best feelings in the world, if you asked me. Nobody seemed to notice me, though. I don’t see why that felt weird. It wasn’t like they knew who I was.


I ventured my way through the large oak doors that once I called my prison. Which, in reality, was my safe haven. Hogwarts had been my home in so many ways. It was my hero from my abusive father and my drunken mother. Nothing could touch me here.


I went straight to the dungeons. I am not sure why I was drawn to the potions room, but I was. I was surprised to see someone still in there.


“Go away!” A familiar, but older, voice hollered. This time, though, I placed it on the dot.


“Snape.” I said, surprised he was still here. I walked a bit toward him, trying to make out the figure. I nearly laughed at what I saw.


Snape’s once greasy black hair was now thin and snow white; combed over the bald spot on his head. He was hunched over, looks like he has back problems. He also walked with a cane as he turned toward me, his face more wrinkled than my mothers. He had gotten old fast.


“Draco Malfoy.” Snape replied and I smiled. He would be happy to see his favorite student, right? All of a sudden I was knocked off my feet and sent flying into the door by some sort of spell.


“What the hell?” I hollered, not getting up right away.


“You little chicken! How dare you run from the war! Do you have any idea what you have done!” Snape yelled at me. I just sat there, staring at the man I had once knew as a friend. He had been my protector from the dark lord. He was the reason I had switched sides right before I decided to flea.


“What I have done?” I asked, confused. I hadn’t done anything. Hell, I hadn’t even been back for a full twenty four hours.


“Yes, boy!” Snape hissed, stumbling closer to me. “You ran from the war! Many innocent lives were lost, because of this!”


“How is that my fault?” I inquired, rising to my feet.


“Because you weren’t there!” Snape waved his cane. Had he gone senile in his old age? I got up and ran out the door. I had heard just about enough.


Wondering the old school corridors, a bit shaken up, I noticed that a lot had changed. New professors, new classrooms, new windows, hell even new carpet. Life had gone on just fine without me. I knew it would, I think…


“Draco Malfoy.” I heard a voice say from behind me as I stood on the third floor looking out the window. Why did everyone say my name like that? I turned around to see who was addressing me.


Behind me stood a petite woman with stringy black hair. Her green eyes shone brightly through the bangs that covered her face and she wore a huge smile. It didn’t take me long to place her.


“Pansy!” I smiled at my old school flame. “You are a Professor here?”


“Not really… um… Headmistress.” She corrected me and I was shocked. “Didn’t think I would ever see your cowardly ass again.”


Cowardly? Is that what everyone here thought of me? I shook my head, not knowing what to say. I decided it was best not to say anything. I nodded toward her and took  my leave. To my surprise she didn’t come chasing after me like she always had.


I guess some things do chance.