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Chapter 18

It had been two days since The Silver Romeo had asked her to the ball and Hermione was still not speaking to Ron and Harry, not that she hadn't tried. Harry wasn't mad at her anymore; he had even apologised by letter but hadn't talked to her for fear of setting off Ron again, which Hermione was grateful for, once he explained it. Ron was constantly at Harry's side and refused to talk with her, except to shout at her.

So instead of being with her friends Hermione was in the Heads Common room, with Malfoy, working on their dance for the ball. Admittedly this was something they would have to do at some point, but she had been putting it off. They had already worked out the basic idea and rudimentary choreography but today was the first time they were actually going to practice with each other, and Hermione couldn't help but be a little nervous.

Unfortunately for Hermione, Malfoy noticed her discomfort

"I don't bit Granger," he teased holding out his hand "well...I don't bit unless you ask me too" his eyebrows lifted suggestively and she fought her blush as she hit him, and then tentatively walked forward and took his hand. They moved together and began to work through their planed choreo, they were just stepping it though slowly at first, planning where their step and the transitions should be. Then slowly they began to run through some of the shallow dips and the easier lifts as they got more of the dance sorted and Hermione's confidence in him grew. Sure he was making remarks that caused Hermione to hit him, but finally during this session Hermione was becoming more resistance to his attempts to make her blush. They practiced for a few hours before they called it quits.

"I think it's coming together quite well," said Malfoy

"We still haven't decided on how we're going to end the dance." Hermione said

"Well..." started Malfoy, Hermione rolled her eyes; she knew that tone by now. It meant that he had an idea but wasn't sure if she would like it. She looked at her face and changed her mind, she defiantly wouldn't like this.

"Spill Malfoy. What's your plan and why won't I like it."

He looked at her guiltily. "Have you ever heard of a 'Table Drop dip'" he asked cautiously.

"No" said Hermione slightly worried, she didn't know if she liked the sound of that.

"It's a dip from an open hold, the only part of us in contact through the whole dip is our hands and it's a very dramatic and, if done fast, sudden ending."

"Okay," she said, "so it's a fancy dip, but why are you uneasy, or more specifically why won't I like it."

"Umm..." He paused and Hermione became even more suspicious. Then he seemed to get an idea. "Here let me show you it'll be easier than explaining." Hermione watched as he summoned a long low padded bench. It was just lower than her knees and just the size for her to lay on.

He motioned to the bench. "Lay down with your feet on the floor and your knees bent at the edge of the bed." Hermione looked at him suspiciously before complying.

She laid down and Malfoy came and stood at the side of the bench, roughly level with her waist.

"Lift your arms up perpendicular to your body and straighten them." He asked. Hermione complied and Malfoy grasped her hands.

"Now imagine the bench isn't there, that's the final form of the dip." Hermione blanched as she realised exactly what he thought she would be uncomfortable with.

"How do we even get into this position? She asked, worried about the answer.

"I pause in my step and when you take you next step towards me, I bring your arms over our heads, hold them straight and lower you down from there while you lock your arms and hold your body rigid and bend from the knees."

Hermione imagined this and her horror grew, getting into the dip was even harder than the dip it's self. The part of the move the Malfoy thought she disagree with was obvious, Trust.

For this dip to work...hell for them even to attempt it, Hermione had to trust him to hold her entire weight with just his arms, both while she was stationary and while dipping her, which would be even harder, And unlike most dips, where if the girl fell the guy would to, this dip only endangered her because all he had to do was slacken his arms and he would be unaffected by her fall.

No way, thought Hermione, there was no way she was going to.., but then she thought of just how amazing this dip would be if they got it right, maybe she could do this. she looked over at Malfoy, and he raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

"I'm not saying yes," she started "but I'm not saying no yet just let me think about it"

he nodded and then smiled "well until then, may I have this dance, I need to practice that first dip and spin, we need to make the transition, between the slow boring stuff and the choreo, perfect and that dip and spin combo is the key." Hermione rolled her eyes at his need for perfection after just one rehearsal, but it was more of a show because she too wanted it to be perfect, so she gave a mocking curtsey and moved away from him slightly to their starting positions.

#*#*#*#

Hermione threw her arms in the air and tried to move away from Ron once again. She had been trying to have dinner but now she was trying to make it out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall, Ron had made her loose her appetite. He had basically gone off on another rant about her admirer but this one was even worse than the others. Yes it had been her that had finally called of the relationship but he hadn't protested all that much, he had gone back to acting like her friend as if nothing had changed, but now? It was almost like he just thought they were on a break but that she was still his whenever he called. And he was acting like he owned her.

"...I can't belive you're even considering him, you should have thrown out those letter as soon as they arrived and what about me" he was still yelling as he followed her out of the Great Hall. "You are my girl, I put up with your moods and stuff, and no one else will..."

Hermione turned and glared at him as he continued.

",... sure when had a bit of a break that was fine, hell it even gave me a chance to see HOT girls for once, something I know you'll never be, but I put up with all your crap because I know that one day you'll realise that you'll never get better than me. Yeah this guy is saying all this sweet crap, but he doesn't even show his face. He's playing a part and all he wants from you is your body, though I don't know why he picked you there are plenty of girls better but he probably figured you where the only one who would fall for it. Sure you're a smart nerd but your gullible, just stick with the books that's what you're good at, you spend half your life in that library..."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears, sure she knew him and she knew that he wasn't the most sensitive of people but this was too much. Even when they where dating he would be blunt and bring up her flaws, making light fun of them. It had annoyed her a little but she had just overlooked it, after all at that point she hadn't seen the other side, the side of an adoring and caring flatterer who cared about every part of her, not make fun of her bad points. And NOW Ron was behaving as if he was the only one who would want her, the only one who would put up with her. She was furious; he made dating her sound like a chore.

"...I mean I couldn't even take you out any where because you'll start taking some rubbish about something you read and you never try and dress fashionably. And when I'm taking about important stuff like Quidditch and things you attention just drifts away, you have the attention span of a fly.

That was the last straw, Hermione rounded on Ron. "You IDIOT, you haven't got a CLUE." She could barely think how to put her anger into words. A few relevant song lyrics floated into her head as she tried to find the right words to say. Then a crazy idea came to her, she may not be able to think of what to say to get her feelings across, but she knew a song. Did she dare? ... One look at Ron's face answered her question. She drew herself up to her full height and pointed at Ron.

According to you
I'm stupid,
I'm useless,
I can't do anything right.

She sung the words, her necklace acted exactly as she wanted, playing the music so that those around her could hear and amplifying her voice to match.

According to you
I'm difficult, hard to please,
forever changing my mind.

As the beat picked up and started to build Hermione found herself channeling more of her anger and frustration at Ron, for his behaviour.

I'm a mess in a dress,
can't show up on time,
even if it would save my life.
According to you.

According to you.

As the music changed to launch into the chorus, Hermione found the rest of her confidence and sang louder, and the magic of her pendant matched her. It increased the sound until every corner of the hall was ringing with the music and Hermione's voice as she sung the next part about her new and heartfelt aficionado.

But according to him
I'm beautiful,
incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.

According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping that,
so baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you.

She swung back to Ron accusingly and continued at him, barring down on him, the sarcasm obvious in her voice.

According to you
I'm boring, I'm moody,
and you can't take me any place.

According to you
I suck at telling jokes, cause I always give it away.
I'm the girl with the worst attention span;
you're the boy who puts up with that.
According to you. According to you.

She swung back around to face the gathering crowds and played the song out towards the growing audience lifting her eyes to sing to the heavens so that you Romeo could hear.

But according to him
I'm beautiful, incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.
According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping that,
so baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you.

As she reached the bridge she let her body move to the music, part of her wanting to show Ron exactly what he had screwed up.

I need to feel appreciated,
like I'm not hated. oh no
Why can't you see me through his eyes?
It's too bad you're making me decide

Hermione flung her arm out to emphasize the point, completely carried away by the music, but as the music went into an instrumental crescendo one of the boys who were standing behind her grabbed her hand and spun her with a flourish, as the turn was completed a different guy spun her in reverse. Then a few quickly danced with her before she was clasped in a strong muscled hold and, without warning, dropped into an impressive dip. She didn't even get to see who did that as she was righted again just in time for her to sing the next line.

But according to me
you're stupid, you're useless,
you can't do anything right.

But according to him
I'm beautiful, incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.
According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping it,
baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you. [you, you]
According to you. [you, you]

According to you
I'm stupid,
I'm useless,
I can't do anything right

She ended the song with a sarcastic smirk that she may, or may not, have stole from her roommate.

Ron simply stood there stunned, gaping at the air while everyone else cheered.

Then Ginny tugged on her arm and they both moved away heading for Hermione's common room as Luna joined them.

#*#*#

When they got to the common room they were still raving over Hermione's actions downstairs.

"It was just so fantastic, you gave that git exactly what he deserved" said Ginny "and did you see the look on his face when you started to dance, oh it was priceless."

"And when Blaise dipped you," added Luna "that was stunning, it almost looked like you planned it."

'Blaise' thought Hermione 'so that's who dipped me'

"Well I can assure you it wasn't planned," Hermione said out loud. "I didn't even know it was him until now."

"Well you could have fooled me, you dipped so easily." Said Luna

"It must be from the practice I've been doing for the first dance at the ball." Hermione mused

"Practice?" Asked Ginny suspiciously "I thought you already knew how to dance and that was why you were missing the dance classes."

"Well it is, but..." Hermione paused not wanting to give away the surprise. "Well let's just say we wanted to be a bit different and we need to practice,"

"Practice what?" repeated Ginny

"Just wait till the ball," Hermione said mysteriously


(the song is According to You by Orianthi) I recommend listening to the songs after you read because it enhances the chapter and also the songs will become more important later, as more and more characters use them to express emotions (hint hint)

(also note I was practically raised on Musicals so trust me some of the story point will be reveled in the songs.)

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