Authors Notes: Hello and welcome to my first Fanfiction. I hope you like it :) This one will be coming out slowly as I plan to make it a BIG fanfiction. Sorry if some of this is cliche crap that you don't like but guess what, cliche makes the world go round!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be the happiest woman in the world, but alas, fate has played a cruel trick on me.

Blooming Love

By: Solest


Chapter One- The Party

'Bloody hell!' The voice echoed through the corridor pointlessly until it was replaced by another, equally as frustrated one.

'Ronald!' Ronald Weasley threw an apprehensive look at the girl before stopping his ranting.

'Sorry Herm...' He said, defeated. She threw him a sweet smile that meant he was forgiven.

'Well hurry up, I don't want to miss the entire Graduation party, or whatever the hell they called it this year,' she added, noticing his look 'because someone had to eat before a buffet!' He tried to protest but Hermione merely speeded up with a smirk on her face.

Today was the Hogwarts Graduates ceremony. They were celebrating the 8th years; the proud, diligent and maybe not so diligent students that wanted to finish their education before diving into life head first. Of course some of these students probably wouldn't have been able to dive into life; they would probably go into the baby pool and then soil it. Some people just weren't meant to be smart.

The 8th years were all the rage in wizarding magazines; Avada Bitches had said the 8th years had the guts to step back into a world filled with pain, The Quibbler merely stated that they were overjoyed with the amount of responsibility that was being shown by them and of course, Umbridge's favourite (A Guide for Pure Bloods) had said 'Well of course they went back! Can't ruddy well do anything else anyway!' They said that their magazine has never been blown up as many times as it had when that issue was released.

The 8th years had continued to amaze the school; not only did they help rebuild it, but helped fund it, supported its students and helped them through the tough times. Amazingly many of the students helped staff the school. They were one of the best things the school could have asked for. Today they were making sure everyone was okay, happy, healthy. Everything that old friends and teachers would care about.

Each year they managed to pick something new to celebrate. First it had been Voldemort's defeat, then Harry's triumph, the rebuilding of Hogwarts and now the students who sacrificed so much.

The faint sound of music had drifted towards Hermione. Ron, however, was focused on the smell of food. It was this side of Ron that pissed Hermione off to no end. They had been going on and off as a steady couple for a long time now. Ron would just sit back while Hermione provided, cleaned and cooked. Right now, they were in the 'off' stage.

'Come on, nearly there.' Said Hermione, her heels clicking maliciously against the stone floor.

They reached the Great Halls doors and stood there for a moment before pushing them open resounding in a large creaking noise. A few candles floated around them to announce their spectacular late arrival even more.

'Hermione!' Ginny Potter ran straight into Hermione's awaiting arms and hugged her. Hermione had been one of the first to know about the secret.

The secret was something the girls wanted the boys to figure out for themselves. What took Hermione minutes took the boys weeks. Which was quite hilarious as Ginny had quickly began hinting about children, began to have morning sickness and went up one size. She was now in her fourth month of pregnancy and thus quite large. Her dress managed to keep her looking stunning anyway.

It was a lovely deep black that complimented her wild red hair perfectly, small rivets of material had come together to give the dress a look of running water. Her hair was now up to her shoulders, she had cut it. Harry was slightly annoyed but was quickly told to 'Shut up and get used to it because I like it' as Hermione recalled.

Harry looked handsome. He wore a set of black dress robes with a small red rose to tie him together with Ginny's red hair. Heck, he even tried to tame his hair. This attempt went unnoticed though.

The hall in itself had reached its former glory and looked magical, no mystical. Small fairies and candles floated above the couples and were the main lighting for the day.

Ron walked up to the trio with a pie in his hand. 'What did we miss?' Hermione asked, ignoring the fact that Ron was shoveling food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

'Well, McGonagall said that they would be picking out a Prince and Princess at the end of the ball, judging on their costumes. Everyone gets to vote. Oh and there is also a dance competition.' Harry was clearly bored with both ideals but Ginny was almost having a fit.

She looked Hermione up and down, pausing especially on her shoes. 'You know Hermione, if you let me tweak that dress slightly then I guarantee you will win the Princess part.'

Hermione looked down at her dress. It was red in colour and gathered elegantly at her knees.

'Actually, this isn't what I'm wearing for the night. I intend to wear the winning dress.' Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly and gave Ginny a mischievous smile.

Ron had now returned with another pie. He finished it and began to speak.

'So Herm, you looking to pick up tonight?' He was so far out in the relationship, it killed Hermione to see so.

'Oh yea, maybe...' Ginny noted her hurt expression and veered away from the topic at hand.

'Hey guys, we start dancing in a few minutes so Hermione go change into your other dress. And make sure you look stunning.' Ginny paused for a moment, trying to figure out a way to add more emphasize to her comment. 'Make sure you look fucking stunning.' Hermione shook her head at Ginny.

'Oh and we give you permission to look sexy.' Harry smiled at her and gave her a gesture that clearly meant shoo.

'So, do I look sexy?' Ginny purred into Harry's ear as he took her onto the dance floor.

'If you keep doing that the baby will be born in lingerie!' Harry joked and twirled a laughing Ginny around then let his hands rest on her stomach.

Hermione had changed her looks very well. She had camped out in a deserted classroom with a mirror and worked her magic on the dress. It was so different now. There was the lightest dash of glitter in her hair that made her look like a fairy princess. She applied some make up and stepped gingerly out of the room only to be greeted by her dresses accomplices, three beautifully dressed and glowing fairies.

She had specifically told them to float around her to give her a magical effect. They fluttered their tiny wings as they neatened up a few strands of lose hair.

'Am I ready?' The fairies circled her once and she was greeted by a girly giggle that she assumed meant yes. They set of in the direction of the Great Hall.

Hundreds of eyes made their way to her as she stepped into the room. She looked up but couldn't see anyone she recognised. Well, their was Padma Patil, but she was to busy gawking at Hermione's dress to notice that it was Hermione.

A few single guys caught her attention, she stood their hoping one of them would make the first move.

Her gaze drifted to the ground and she stepped nervously forward, she knew this would happen, she knew no man would think she looked pretty enough.

As if to contradict her one of the men she had thought looked quite fine stepped forward and bowed. 'May I have this dance?' She smiled and took his outstretched hand.

'Certainly.' His gaze drifted upwards and he returned her words with a smile and began to lead her through the crowd.

They went to the middle of the dance floor. Only a few couples had decided to take the spotlight. Ginny and Harry were one of them, they were dancing very sweetly. Jealous eyes wandered over the pair before appreciating how lovely they looked together. The man had simply worn a white shirt with black pants and a black mask that covered the top half of his face. It was after all a masquerade ball.

Even though he was so plainly dressed he had an air of superiority to him, as if he didn't need lace and golden buttons with diamonds inlaid in them to make him look as handsome as he did.

At that moment McGonagall stepped up towards the podium.

'Well, I must say, you all look absolutely stunning. Now we shall host our dance competition, please pick a partner and let the music's rhythm take you.' Her accent invaded halfway through the speech but it went unnoticed by the crowd.

'May I have this dance?' He asked her yet again.

'Yes, I doubt my friends even know who I am right now, element of surprise.' She said happily.

'Well, just for the record, I have no idea who you are.' Hermione smiled widely. 'Do you trust me?'

She nodded. 'I trust you as long as you don't drop me and I have no idea who you are either, so we are even.' She smiled and listened to the song, it had a sweet melody.

'I promise I won't drop you, though I take it you can't return the favour.' The corner of his lips lifted in a small smile as Hermione chuckled.

He serenely placed one arm on her waist and the other graced her upturned palm. Hermione returned the favour by placing her arm on his shoulder. Ronald had never indulged them in dancing so this was very new to her. Not only new, but romantic.

She moved her hand of his shoulder and twirled in an elegant spiral. She came back into his arms as another couple tried to do the same but fell over their dress instead.

He gave her a knowing smile as he placed his hand on her waist again. Slowly he lowered her to the ground as the song ended. There was a loud applause for the couples in the center of the dance floor as he brought her back up to eye level. A light blush graced her cheeks as he kissed her hand and led her of the floor.

'That was... that was really nice.' She gave an awkward smile. She felt like giggling and jumping up and down but contained herself.

'Well you didn't freak out and make me drop you.' They both smiled and turned their attention to McGonagall yet again.

'That was beautiful some of you, not so much others but beautiful nonetheless.' McGonagall joked. 'For this competition there is only one winner and that will be the Potters!' A loud applause rang through the hall as Harry and Ginny ran up to the podium positively beaming.

Ginny's eyes settled on the girl she knew was Hermione, then went to the man holding her hand. He, both of them, looked at home together. Together they looked like the best couple in the crowd, no doubt they would win.

'Congratulations you three, after all you are due soon aren't you?' McGonagall teased while placing two elegant crowns upon their heads.

'Come, lets go get a drink.' He gently tugged on her hand and she agreed.

More Authors Notes: Heh, so what do you think? I'm bloody nervous about this, blimey :) Wow, way to much Harry Potter teaches you how to incorporate Bristish words into Australian dialogue xD That's a good thing though :)

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