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Chapter Two – Dance Partners


As it would turn out over the next few days, things could get worse, but we’re not up to that part of the story. Yet.

Hermione woke up, and forgot where she was. She sat up in bed, and realized she was in her new dormitory, and remembered what had happened last night. The idiot Malfoy.

She hadn’t changed out of her day clothes, but they were all wrinkly from having slept in them, so Hermione changed into fresh clothes. Too bad it wasn’t Monday yet, she would have school to preoccupy herself with. It was only Saturday and she would have 2 more days of nothing to do.

Hermione reached for the knob of her door; she didn’t want to leave her room, what if Malfoy was out there? She took a deep breath and walked into the common room. No Malfoy. Thank goodness.

Feeling a bit hungry, she walked out of the common room to the Great Hall. Maybe she would see Harry, Ron, and Ginny there. She could tell them what an jerk Malfoy was.

She walked into the Great Hall, glad to see that all three of the others were there, already eating. She glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy eating his breakfast with Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini. He looked up at her and sent her a scowl. She shook her head and went over to the Gryffindor table.

“Hey, Hermione!” Harry said, moving down and making room for Hermione to sit.

“Hey, guys…” Hermione said, trying to be cheerful, sitting down between Harry and Ron.

“So… who’s the Head Boy?” Ron asked eagerly.

“Take a guess.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

“I bet it is Malfoy.” Ginny said, looking at Hermione sadly.

“Yeah, it is.” Hermione said, looking down at her empty plate, “And so far, it’s been hell.”

“Ooh, what happened?” Ginny asked.

Hermione didn’t answer for a while, but then Ginny added, “Sorry, ‘Mione, was it that bad?”

“It was horrible… he tried to kiss me…” Hermione said, shuddering.

“Ugh! Why would someone want to kiss you!” Ron said, dropping his fork, a surprised look on his face.

Hermione shot him the dirtiest look she could muster, but then Ron smiled and said, “Sorry, just kidding!”

“Ron, c’mon, be serious.” Ginny said, smacking Ron in the face.

Harry shook his head, confused, “Why would he try to do that?”

“I dunno! He said that I looked like a girl…” Hermione said, starting to tear up.

“Wow, it took him that long to realize?” Ron said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“And how did you stop him?” Ginny asked, ignoring Ron.

“I kicked him.” Hermione answered simply.

“That’s it?” Ron said, piling more sausage on his plate.

“Well, it was in a place that one good kick should do it.” Hermione said, shrugging.

Ginny giggled, and Ron and Harry looked at each other.

“Well, Hermione, just forget about it, he probably won’t bother you anymore. Eat something, you’re probably starving, you barely ate anything last night…” Ginny said, holding out to Hermione a plate of pancakes.

“Um, I guess I’m a bit hungry…” Hermione said, and she stacked 3 pancakes on her plate.


Hermione spent the rest of the day with Harry, Ron, and Ginny in the Gryffindor common room. The talked and talked like it was still the summer.

At four-thirty, Hermione said she had to leave, “I’m going to the dance lessons.”

“The dance lessons?!?!” Ron exclaimed.

“Yes, the dance lessons, and maybe you would do well to go to them, too! Maybe you won’t look like a troll!” Hermione said, getting up and waving a good-bye to all her friends.

As she was walking back to her common room, she realized she never found the sheet that had more information about the dance that McGonagall had mentioned. She would quickly change into jeans and a blue shirt, then try to find the sheet.

Malfoy wasn’t in the common room when she walked inside, so she walked straight into her room. She was ready in ten minutes and she slipped on her gray Puma’s. She stepped out of her room and went over to a small bulletin board and found a sheet titled “Masquerade Ball”.


Masquerade Ball

Friday, September 4

Students will be required to wear masks. They will be randomly paired up with a partner and will dance with that partner. Names cannot be exchanged an hour after the dance begins.

Dance lessons will be held each day at 5 p.m., excluding Sunday in the Great Hall.

All classes will end at 1:30 p.m. on the day of the dance.

Ball Times:
First through third years: 3 p.m. to 6 p.m.
Fourth to seventh years: 8 p.m. to 11 p.m.


Hermione sighed, at least she wouldn’t have to worry who would ask her to the ball. And then maybe Ron and Harry would come, too. They wouldn’t have to ask anyone out.

Just then she heard a door behind her open. She turned to see Malfoy also wearing jeans a white tee-shirt.

Hermione just watched him walk from one side of the room to the other, and he watched her, too. He reached the door and Hermione said, “Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Malfoy said, snidely.

“You aren’t going to the dance lessons…” Hermione said, trying to keep a safe distance from Malfoy.

“So what if I am, surely, you aren’t?” Malfoy said, wearing his trademark smirk.

“So you are going…” Hermione said, dully.

“And I’m guessing you are, too.” Malfoy said, “Well, enjoy yourself, Granger…” And with that he stepped outside.

Hermione felt like screaming. Oh, how she loathed him. The bastard. She didn’t want to go to the lessons now that she knew that Malfoy was going to be there. But she wasn’t going to give in. She was going to the dance lessons.

She walked to the Great Hall, and instantly spotted Harry and Ron. She hurried over to them.

“So you guys decided to come.” Hermione said, smiling.

“Well, we didn’t have anything better to do.” Ron said, shrugging.

“Where’s Ginny?” Hermione asked, standing on her toes to get a better look.

“Somewhere over there with her friends.” Harry said, pointing to somewhere on the other side of the Hall.

“Oh, well, do you know who’s teaching us?” Hermione asked.

“I heard they hired some professional dancer guy.” Ron said, shrugging. Then the room fell silent, and Tonks went up onto the dance floor that had been put down in the middle of the Great Hall.

“Ron, you know, I don’t think Tonks is neither some professional dancer nor a guy…” Harry said, glancing at Ron, grinning.

“Hey! I don’t know who it is! That’s all I heard!” Ron said defensively.

“Good afternoon!” Tonks said cheerfully, “I’m glad so many of you showed up. Well, I’m not the one who’s going to be teaching you, but before we begin I’m going to put you all into pairs.”

“Ugh… no one told me that we were going to actually dance with another person…” Ron groaned.

“What did you think we’d do? Dance with out invisible friends?” Hermione said, laughing.

“Yeah.” Ron said, shuffling his feet, “I hate dances.”

“Be quiet, maybe Tonks will feel bad for us and she’ll put us with our friends.” Harry said.

“Ronald Weasley! You’re here! Um, you can dance with…” Tonks look around the room, “Padma Patil!”

Ron looked like he was going to cry, “Not again…”

Harry and Hermione laughed.

“Come on, Ron! Pair up!” Tonks said, smiling, “And let’s see… Malfoy…”

Some of the girls in the room sighed and looked at Tonks with longing.

“Uh, Malfoy, let’s see, you’re Head Boy, aren’t you? So, do we have the Head Girl in here?” Tonks said, looking at all the heads in the Hall.

Hermione gasped and her eyes grew wide, “No… No… No… She wouldn’t do this! Hide me, Harry! Please, no!”

Harry was, too, dumfounded. Why would Tonks do this to poor Hermione?

“Oh! Yes! Hermione! Come here, dear!” Tonks said, calling her over. Hermione closed her eyes and walked up slowly. She walked past Tonks, who quietly whispered into Hermione’s ear, “Hey, it might work out, try it, please.”

Hermione looked at Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall, sneering.

“Hello, Granger. Long time, no see…” Malfoy said. He moved over a bit to give Hermione some room to stand next to him.

“Shut it.” Hermione said. She stood next to Malfoy, looking quite unhappy.

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