In the mood of Yule Ball all year long :)))))))) *

“Hermione, come on, come out here, you look great!” - Ginny tried to convince her. While she still lingered at the door of Gryffindor dormitory.

“I’m going out now Ginny, as soon as I’m ready!!” - Hermione shook her head slightly, taking a deep breath. She was even more nervous than last time go to the ball with Victor Krum!!!

“You have to take the first dance, you are Head Girl, Hermione Granger!” - Ginny rolls her eyes - “ Don’t tell me your Gryffindor courage has worn down since living with that ferret!!”

Hermione sighed dejectedly, she was just not very confident, and the dress she chose … hmmm. It’s a little problematic. So Hermione didn’t want to go out when the Gryffindor tower was full of people. But it seemed that someone was no longer patient enough waiting for her in front of the hall.

“I hear it all, Weaslette!” - Draco start behind Ginny’s back, standing outside the portrait of the fat lady. His voice was cold, but there was no annoyance. His hand adjusted to the emerald cuff-link.

‘‘Like I’m scared you mink! Why you already come up here? Can’t wait to see her?’‘ Ginny replies, she looks at him once. Damn it, an O point!!!! It is obvious that the outstanding appearance of the weasel is unmistakable!! The black three-piece suit, classically handsome. Ginny clicked her tongue. As her searching gaze moved to the winged puff folded carefully on Malfoy suit, Ginny laughed and shook her head.

“ Mione, I think your guess is wrong! ” Ginny called into the door.

“Guess wrong? About what??” - Hermione finally distracted her attention from shyness when Ginny assessed her judgment. She pushed open the Fat Lady door and carefully walked into the hallway. Draco dropped the pocket watch he was holding. His eyes were glued to the magnificent figure before him. Hermione is wearing a Slytherin green dress!

The skirt has a velvet upper that fully embraces the beautiful curve she hides under her robe normally, and the lower part is spread with gorgeous embroidered floral chiffon, thể thin straps reveal her collarbone and elegant neck.

The chain he gave her was right there. Beautiful and elegant.

The skirt hem is long enough to covers all her legs and the satin shoes coincided with the color of the skirt hidden below. Draco saw a shiver run down his spine. A few images flashed across his mind. Draco hastily shook his head to dispel his imagination.

The shoes are too high, aren’t they? - Draco stroked his chin nervously …

As that thought grazed his mind, Hermione stumbled into the stone gap on the corridor floor while walking towards him and staggered slightly. Draco hurriedly came to hold her in his arms. The cool mint scent invaded her personal space.

Hermione stood up and blushed. Her hand rested softly on his chest.

Ginny shook her head slightly. For Merlin‘ sake! NOT IN FRONT OF ME AGAINNNNN…

“I will go down first, Harry must be looking for me!” - Ginny waved, leaving the lovebirds on the stone corridor. When Hermione’s hand touched the red silk scarf, she laughed at Ginny’s words.

“Is it really fun to fall, Granger?” - Draco asked softly. Supporting her upright, one of his hands still wrapped around her waist.

“I don’t think I guess it wrong!” - Hermione glanced at him once. She felt like falling in love with him all over again, his appearance is such a crime …

“Guess what?” Draco raised an eyebrow, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and grabbed the moon stone on her neck. His hand brushed against her skin. Hermione felt every inch of her skin getting itchy.

“Did you think I would wear a Gryffindor red dress?”

“Didn’t you say that?”

“You said I look great in green!”

“Obviously, or I have to say, Slytherin green look great on you!” - Draco rolled his eyes.

“And I thought you were going to wear a green handkerchief, that’s why I chose a green dress!” - Hermione admitted sheepishly. Then suddenly thought of something.

She bent down and lifted the dress up in Draco’s extreme panic. The high heels were exposed.

Damn it, how the hell did Granger know he was always had kinky thoughts with those high heels …

“Stop! What are you doing? ” Hermione paused, “I just want to get my wand?” - “Where else can I keep my wand when I wore this dress???”

Draco caught a glimpse of the slender leather pouch surrounding Hermione’s small calf. He struggled bent down and pulled her wand out. Use his wand to shrunk it and put it in his pocket.“No wand today, Granger!” - Draco said quickly. Just thinking of the scene where she dared to pull up the skirt to get her wand, Draco felt like his control nerves burst!

‘‘That’s ridiculous, Draco, I have a lot of work to do today.“ - Hermione argued.

“And I’ll do everything with you, in case of need, use my wand then!”

“What if I can’t control it?” - Hermione winced.

“Try it then, Granger!” - Draco handed her his hawthorn wand.

Hermione carefully took it, a warm stream of magic suddenly surrounded her. She realized that Draco must have cast an identification charm on his wand. Happiness surrounded her because Draco agreed to share with her the most private thing of a witch.

Hermione pointed her wand at her skirt, as she was about to cast the spell. Draco took her hand.“ Come on, if one of us has to change, it’s will be me, even though I suit most color, but red absolutely not my color at all! And you’re incredibly gorgeous in that dress, Granger! ” - Draco took hold of his wand, pointing it at his folded silk handkerchief.

Hermione was flustered by his compliments, she muttered softly, “Colovaria!”

Draco adjusted the handkerchief that was now the same color as her skirt, but before she turned around, he gently pulled from his shirt a chain. 

He reached for Hermione’s necklace in another hand and whispered a spell.The two stones suddenly gave off a faint green light for a minute and then disappeared. 

Hermione gasped in surprise.“What did you just do?” And you have a chain same like mine??? “

"I made yours, so I can make one for myself of course!” - Draco shrugged.

“You made it for me????” - Hermione exclaimed, her eyes blinking slightly.

But apparently when he gave her the chain, they didn’t even like each other …

“Don’t be surprised. I still have many special talents you don’t know, Granger! But we’re about to be late,” said Draco, leaving the watch in his pocket and smoothing the hem of her skirt before give her his hand.

Hermione agreed sheepishly, taking his arm so that he would guide her down a long line of rotating staircase.