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The Heads’ common room was extraordinary, as Hermione had expected, but this…this was simply amazing. She hadn’t known that Dumbledore was capable of planning such a thing, but he was after all, the greatest wizard that ever lived. Hermione looked around her room drinking in every last detail. It was exactly like her room at home! Everything that she had in her room at home was here. The color, the feel, and even the dirty dance clothes from the day before were on display in front of her. Everything she was sad to leave behind was now exactly as she had left it. She entered and shut the door behind her. Walking up to her bed where Crookshanks was sleeping soundly, she sat down slowly and said a mental ‘thank you’ to Dumbledore. A loud, impatient knock on her door pulled her out of her awed state. “Granger we need to be at the ceremony in two minutes. I’m leaving.” Draco yelled through the door. “Alright, alright I’m coming.” She got up and pulled the door open to find Draco with his face dangerously close to the door, as if trying to catch a glimpse of what her room looked like. Seeing her he immediately straightened up and sneered. “Coming mudblood?” “Don’t you dare call me a mudblood you arrogant bastard! We are working together now and I demand some respect.” She stated, holding her head as high as ever as she made for the portrait hole. “I’m glad to see that your new looks haven’t affected your ability to be an insufferable know-it-all.” Hermione gasped. “Oh! Why you little prat! I …” “Snobby…” “Spoiled…” “Filthy…” “Rotten…” “Disgrace…” “GIT!!” they both yelled at the same time. “Ahem.” Hermione and Draco turned to see Professor Dumbledore standing in their doorway. “I do believe that the Sorting has begun. I must say, I didn’t expect both of our Heads to be late, however, I must stress that we make our way as quickly as possible so we can welcome our new students.” He said. “I am terribly sorry Professor. It won’t happen again.” Hermione apologized. “Glad to hear it Miss Granger. Now shall we be on our way?” Dumbledore left the Head common room with the two teens close on his heals. “Do you always have to be such a teacher’s pet?” Draco whispered into her ear as the approached the Great Hall. Hermione shook her head and shushed him. They each went to their own tables and joined their friends as Dumbledore made his way up to the Staff table. The sorting seemed to fly by, not that Hermione had been paying much attention. Soon, Dumbledore was speaking. “Welcome students old and new, to Hogwarts. One new announcement, this year we will be adding a new course; Ballroom and Contemporary Dance, led by Professor Rebecca DePalma. She will be instructing you throughout the term, and in the spring, auditions will be held for those interested in participating in the dance recital. That is all, now, let the feast begin…” with a clap of his hands the golden platters filled with delicious food. “Dance class, can you believe it? I’m going to make a fool of myself. Honestly, we can’t graduate unless we take it. This is bloody insane.” Ron whined, poking at his food miserably. “Ronald, the whole point of the class is to learn how to dance in the first place. You will not be the only one who can’t dance. It will be a good learning experience for you.” Hermione told him smartly. “You mean you can’t dance either ‘Mione?” Harry asked. “Well, I’m alright. Nothing special though.” She replied modestly. “Hey ‘Mione, if we can choose our partners, will you be mine? I mean, since you’re the only girl who won’t laugh at me…” Ron asked nervously. “Well Ronald, I don’t think that we can pick our own partners, but if we can, then sure.” She replied. This seemed to make him happy because he no longer looked pale and was stuffing his face with food. Rather suddenly, Ron’s face turned red in what appeared to be anger. “Whada yoo ant Mahfoy?” Ron said his mouth still full of food. “Ronald, please. Don’t talk with your mouth full its dis…” Hermione started. “…Disgusting.” A deep voice finished for her. “What do you want Malfoy?” Hermione asked, not needing to turn to see who it was to know that it was him. “Dumbledore want to introduce us to the new Professor.” He answered. “Oh!” She said. “Well I’ll see you guys later I suppose. Bye!” Scrambling from her seat she eagerly followed Draco up to the staff table. “I hope she’s nice.” She thought out loud. “Calm down Granger, all the teachers love you. Well except Snape. You’ll be fine.” Draco said, almost…nicely. “Pleeaase Malfoy, do you really think I’m nervous? No way.” They were greeted warmly by Dumbledore and Professor DePalma. “Professor DePalma, these are two of Hogwarts finest students. If you have any questions please feel free to ask either one of them or myself.” He said to Professor DePalma. “Professor it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Hermione Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts, I do hope that you will feel at home here.” Hermione said politely. “Well it’s lovely to meet you too, Hermione. But please, call me Rebecca. ‘Professor’ just makes me feel old.” She said kindly. Hermione just nodded. She glanced over at Draco who still hadn’t said anything. She nudged him in the ribs and he put his hand forward. “I’m Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you Rebecca.” He said hurriedly, only to receive a sharp glare from Hermione again. He smirked. Rebecca shook his hand. “Well we must be off. Goodnight.” Said Dumbledore as he walked off with Rebecca in close behind. Hermione walked away leaving Draco standing alone. She went up to her room and rummaged through her closet until she found her favorite dancing outfit. It was simple grey track pants that fit her perfectly, and a red built-in bra cami. She put them on along with her ballet shoes. She put on one of the hardest songs for her to dance to. It was sensual, and required slow, fluid, movements. She wanted to challenge herself before Rebecca’s class tomorrow. As the song “What would happen if we kissed” played she twisted, turned, and moved her arms around herself. She went up on her toes, bending forward slightly, letting her right leg gracefully go back then curl up as if trying to touch her head. Normally she had a dance partner to hold her waist during this move, but this time she was alone. Her arms slowly went up to grasp her right foot, but loosing her balance she slipped and immediately found herself on the ground. “I need some one who knows what they are doing.” She sighed.

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