I miss your one shots. Can you do a small one on the Yule ball… dramione of :)))
Yes, yes, and yes! I haven’t written in far too long, and I can positively say that this has taken me out of retirement. Please let me know if I should extend this little piece of Drabble further ;)
Here goes nothing, please be kind, it’s my first story in months!
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Winner Winner
“I’m glad that you’re taking this a little more seriously than what you originally had said, but tell me why you’re…stressing over it?”
Ginny wasn’t one to make ridiculous observations. No, Ginny was always right about her observations and what they meant.
Often times, this would be a great relief for Hermione - if she ever felt like she needed a truthful explanation or opinion, she knew Ginny was the exact person to get it from. But today, this only made her angry.
“However do you mean, Ginny?” Hermione sighed loudly as she began playing with her hair.
It was the night of the Yule Ball, and Hermione was indeed, stressing. She had agreed to go with Viktor Krum as his date, but only because the person she truly had wanted to go to the Ball with was… well, it doesn’t matter.
“Look at you,” Ginny exacerbated. “You look like you’ve lost your mind! I get that you’re going with none other than Viktor Krum, but surely he liked you before all of this… stuff.” Ginny pointedly look at Hermione whose face had swelled up red in frustration.
Hermione glared at Ginny. But she was right.
“You’re right.”
“I know I am-
“But what if he thinks I’m… you know? Nothing but brains.” Hermione shyly admitted, looking down at the wooden floors in their Gryffindor Common Room. “I mean, he’s now one of the most prominent figures at our school, and everyone thinks he’s so devilishly handsome… what if he doesn’t think I’m pretty enough.”
“Oh ‘Mione. He’d be a real blind prat if he doesn’t see how gorgeous you are - with or without the hair and make up!” Ginny embraced her friend, the smell of strawberry and lavender infiltrated her surroundings and for what felt like the first time that night, Hermione was a little less stressed.
Only a little, she’d say.
Because she’s not talking about her date. She was talking about a very devilishly handsome Hogwarts student who had come back to Hogwarts that year, looking very different and very handsome. Not only had he grown into his pointed nose and striking jawline, but he was now a little less– frustrating. That year, he hadn’t made fun of her, in fact, she would catch him staring at her in class often times. This week, in total, it had been five times. Twice in potions when she had answered a question, once in divination when she was getting her quill from her bag, once during dinner and once in the library.
At first, she had assumed it was nothing but an accident. But it had been happening more and more frequently, and everytime she’d catch him, he’d hold her stare for a second longer and turn away. She couldn’t help that her cheeks started to glow red when this happened and she couldn’t understand why. But, now, she knew.
It was the same way every girl looked at Viktor, she looked at Draco.
She hadn’t told anyone, not even Ginny.
And she certainly couldn’t mention the fact that she had bumped into him, either.
5 days ago.
She had been out in the library late at night, Professor McGonogall had provided her with a pass to access the library past curfew to help Harry with his tasks if need be. As she was leaving the library, she bumped into him. He was wearing his Slytherin uniform, and she remembers his jumper smelling distinctively like rich cologne and peppermint.
“Sorry.” She had muttered, looking up at him as she moved herself away. His cloudy eyes looked deep into her ones, almost as though he was searching them.
“You keep staring at me in class, Granger.” He smirked. Her face had grown red.
“Only because I catch you staring at me first!” She responded through gritted teeth.
His smirk widened and he leaned in, their noses almost brushing, leaving Hermione to gasp at their closeness.
“Oh, yeah? Let’s see who cracks first.”
“What does that even mean?”
His eyes trailed down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She thought he would’ve kissed her, but instead, he walked away - leaving her mind is shambles and her heart racing.
Ever since that day, she was adamant to not look at him, despite feeling his eyes on her. But it failed. She couldn’t help it. And that’s when she started noticing her cheeks feeling hot and heavy when their eyes caught.
“I’ll see you down there, ‘Mione.”
Hermione nodded. She looked at herself once more in the mirror, placed her wand in her sleeve that had an extendable charm, and left to the Ball.
She could hear people chatting and shoes clattering against the tiles, and couldn’t help but smile to herself. He would see her today - in a way he never had before - and that was oddly terrifying but also positively exciting. As she rounded the corner, she bumped into someone.
Rich cologne and peppermint. Again.
She looked up at him, his grey clouds inhabiting his eyes widened - raking over her figure. He looked back up at her and she noticed his cheeks too went a little red.
“Sorry.” He muttered. She took the time to look over his dress robes. He looked dashing, yet like a rich aristocrat who knew he was too good to be in her presence. In saying that, would that kind of person say sorry to her?
She knew she had to be brave and bold. For far too long has he been inhabiting her mind and forcing her to act foolishly around him. She decided to take a leap, but before she could, he leaned in, their noses brushing the time around.
“It’s me.” He whispered to her, his eyes softening for the first time ever. “I’ve cracked.”
And he leant in.
Ha, she thought.
She wins again.
