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Heres the second part to: A Cinderella Story. Enjoy! =)


They arrived in the busy streets of Hogsmeade ten minutes later. Ginny lead Hermione into a small shop on the corner called: Madam Minstals Magical Mile. Hermione frowned at the name; what did that have to do with clothes? But she understood once she entered.

The appearance was deceiving, inside there was a mile long clothes rack full to the brim of colours and patterns. Hermione’s jaw dropped in amazment. Ginny found the shopkeeper behind a stack of jumpers.

“Ahhh, Ginny! Wonderful to see you again, oh, I see you have brought a friend too! Nice to meet you, I am Madam Minstal.” she welcomed the girls. Hermione smiled,

“I’m Hermione Granger.” she replied in a friendly tone, her eyes still distracted by the hundreds of clothes. Ginny continued informing Madam Minstal of their slight predicament whislt she nodded her head knowingly. Ginny finished speaking and Madam Minstal smiled toothily.

“I have just the thing!” she exclaimed. Hermione drew her attention back to the shop keeper and she lead her down the extremely long shop. She turned down rack after rack and eventually came to a stop towards the very end. She smiled in satisfaction. Hermione and Ginny eventually caught up and looked over to the costume.

Hermiones jaw dropped in amazment. The costume was in a glass cabinet, fully preserved. It was white and stretched down elegantly to the floor. It was strapless, in a corset style. It had a beautiful silver rose at the top of the dress and around the rim of the dress there was glitter sprinkled lightly. A mask was being held above the dress, it wass in the same style and glittered constantly. The lace at the back of the dress was silver and graceful. This was the dress.

“I’ll take it! How much?” Hermione asked, she realised she didn’t have much money as her wicked step mother wasn’t so generous.

“500 Knuts, please.” (A/N: I don’t know if that’s the right currency but oh well!) the shop keeper told them, leading them back to the counter. Hermione groaned. She didn’t have that much.

“I can’t afford that…” Hermione mumbled. Ginny sighed heavily.

“Well if you can’t pay the price,don’t bother with this shop!” Madam Minstal replied sternly. Hermione closed her eyes and exited the shop sadly. The streets were busy with excited students everywhere rushing around buying last minute accsesories. Ginny followed Hermione out shortly after, a look of sympathy on her face.

“Come on Ginny, I’m not going to the ball…” Hermione muttered. Ginny was about to argue when they were pushed blatantly off the steps from the small shop. Hermione glared at the person who had pushed them, realising it was none other than Pansy and Natasha (A/N: OC). Pansy was carrying a large bag. Hermione frowned.

“What did you buy?” she asked curiously, helping Ginny up.

“I bought a gorgeous white dress, it looks like Cinderellas. I love it!” she said happily. It was as Hermione feared. She closed her eyes and turned around. Could this get any worse?

Pansy and Natasha stalked off down Hogsmeade street. Ginny put a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder.

“It’ll all work out, trust me. You will go to the ball.” she said assuringly, though Hermione didn’t believe her.

“Come on, lets go.” Hermione sighed. Ginny nodded and the two of them walked back up to the castle.

*****

Hermione went straight to the girls dormitory and sat on her bed. Lavender and Parvati had disappeared leaving her alone. She had wanted to go to the ball so badly, she was going to finally meet her secret admirer.

Ginny, meanwile, went to find Pansy. She had had an idea.

She searched the main hall where decorations were still being placed; she was shooed out swiftly. She decided the only way to find her would be to go down to the Slytherin common rooms. She took a deep breath and followed the way down to the dungeons.

She eventually found herself at a hissing portrait of a snake. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door creaked open and revealed, out of pure coincedence, Pansy Parkinson.

“What do you want, Weasel?” she spat. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“I want that dress you bought.” she replied simply. Pansy smirked.

“Oh yeah, okay, I’ll just go and get it for you,” she answered sarcastically, “As if Weasel, who do you think I am?!”

Ginny laughed a bit.

“I know your secret.” she said slyly. Pansy hesitated.

“You’re bluffing.” she answered, her nerves showing slightly. Ginny had her right where she wanted.

“Well, if you want the secret all over the school by morning, fine.” Ginny said casually, she turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Pansy shouted, Ginny turned to face her again. “Do you swear you’ll never tell anyone, if I give you the dress?”

“Yes. I promise your secret’s safe with me. Oh, and Hermione gets to keep the dress,” Ginny added. Pansy’s face fell.

“No way! I’m not giving my dress to her!” she retorted angrily.

“It’s your choice, Pansy. But if I were you, I wouldn’t want people knowing that secret you have…” she muttered wisely. Pansy sighed sulkily.

“Fine! Have it your way! Wait here…” she moped and went off to get the dress. Ginny smiled at her work, she didn’t have a clue what Pansy’s secret was! Cleverness can get you what you want sometimes….

Pansy reappeared with the white bag in hand. She hesitantly handed it over.

“Not a word.” she hissed. Ginny nodded and ran off up the dingy stairs.

*****

Hermione had lay on her bed for hours. She didn’t feel like going to the ball now, not without that dress. The ball had already begun, and a low grumble of music could be heard pulsing through the school. She imagined her admirer dancing. He might possibly be alone, waiting for me, or he might possibly be dancing with someone else. The last thought pained her. She sighed and turned over on her bed.

There was a light knocking at the door followed by a creak of it opening. Hermione made no movement to see who it was as she was facing the opposite way. Ginny stepped forward, grinning widely.

“Hey! I told you that you’d go to the ball!” she said playfully. Hermione sat up and looked at Ginny. She was wearing a long black dress and a black mask with cat ears. She had funny fangs magically positioned in her mouth so that she didn’t talk funny. Hermione smiled sadly up at her friend, then she noticed a white bag in her hand. She looked up at Ginny in disbelief who was nodding in response. Hermione got up and stepped towards her. Ginny handed her the bag and Hermione glanced inside. She squealed slightly and hugged the red headed girl next to her.

“Thank you so much! How did you get it?” she exclaimed. Ginny shook her head.

“Get ready! I’ll see you down there!” she said firmly, and exited the room. Hermione sighed in relief this time and started to get ready.

The ball was 10 minutes through, and starting to get more relaxed. The whole school had shown with the exeption of a few. Hermione’s admirer watched and waited in a chair near to the stage. He was dressed as a prince, coloured green and silver. He watched the students dance happily and waited. He realised he didn’t tell his admirer where to meet him or what he was disguised as. He whistled a special tune and waited impatiently. Out of a window an eagle owl flew through and soared down to him. He had brought a piece of parchment.

Beauty,

I am dressed as a Price, wearing silver and green. I’ll meet you at the stairs in the Great Hall.

Love, your Prince.


He re-read it and then sent his owl off with it. He watched curiously as it flew out again through the window into the dark night. That meant she wasn’t here. He tried to understand that for a while and continued watching the dancers.

*****

Hermione felt amazing. The dress fitted her perfectly (Due to a spell that made it fit perfectly!) and showed her curves to their full extent. She smiled and exited the room.

She headed to the main hall and eventually got there. The music flowed out of the hall loudly and the atmosphere was perfect. Suddenly, an owl appeared at her shoulder. It held a letter, she realised it was her secret admirer using his own owl. She recognised the owl but couldn’t quite figure it out. She opened the letter carefully nd read it.

Beauty,

I am dressed as a Price, wearing silver and green. I’ll meet you at the stairs in the Great Hall.

Love, your Prince.


Hermione felt herself smiling with excitement. She was going to meet him, finally! She stepped forward after giving the bird a pat, as she had no treats. The doors were shut and she opened them quietly. Obviously not quiet enough. Many people near to the front of the hall looked at her, their jaws dropped in envy. She looked amazing. Her hair was loosely curled and fell around her face gracefully. The mask showed her eyes beautifully, the brown stood out against the white and silver. She smiled shyly at all of the faces and started to peer around for her admirer. He was dressed as a prince… She narrowed her eyes to try and see him, when she felt a soft hand touch her bare shoulder. Tingles rolled down her spine and she turned to se who it was, yet she already knew it was him.

“Hello.” he muttered softly. Hermione smiled.

“Hello.” she answered.

“Would you care to dance with me?” he asked charmingly. Hermione looked up into his face. She saw ice blue eyes staring back down. So familiar… Her mind was racing, she must know him. She was in love with him, yet she didn’t even know his name.

“I’d love to.” she whispered back. He took her hand and lead her to the middle of the dance floor, she felt numerous eyes on her but averted all of her attention to him. He put a hand on her waist and a hand in hers. She put her free hand around his neck. His blue eyes were twinkling mischievously, he danced easily to the music, as did Hermione. She felt like she was on cloud nine, floating freely through the sky. They danced in silence through out the whole song, staring into one anothers eyes. Once the song had ended Hermione’s prince took her hand again. He started to lead her through the crowds again but in the opposite direction. There were double doors near the stage leading out onto a balcony. He opened them and they stood out under the starry sky.

“Hey, do you think it’s time we reveal who we really are?” he asked softly whilst they looked out into the nights sky. Hermione looked over at him.

“At the same time.” she said softly. He nodded in agreement. He put his hands to his face, Hermione did the same.

“On the count of three,” he murmered, a hint of nerves showing, Hermione wondered why. She nodded yes.

“1.… 2.… 3.…”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. Draco Malfoy stood opposite her. Her mind spun, she didn’t understand. All the insults, all that time…

“Hermione, look. I knew it was you…” he muttered, Hermione became more confused.

“How?” she whispered.

“You mentioned things that gave off hints, but that’s not the point. I wanted to talk to you. I continued writing even though I knew it was you. Hermione, I’m falling in love with you.” he explained quetly. Hermione swallowed. She felt the same, but couldn’t get her head around it. She looked deep into his eyes, fearing that this was all a joke. She saw the truth, she saw his inner side, his kinder side.

She hesitated, but placed her arms around his neck. She leaned her head closer to his and kissed him passionately. She pulled back.

“I’m so glad it was you, Draco…” she whispered softly. Draco smiled and lifted her up. She screamed and laughed. He kissed her again passionately and they lived happily ever after.

THE END

A/N: I think this is the cheesiest thing I have ever wrote lol! Please leave a review, much appreciated! Thank you lots and lots for reading, love ~Gold Pheonix~

Disclaimer- I do not own anything from this story, the plotline is Disneys and everything else is J.K Rowlings. =)

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