Disclaimer- I do not own any of the main characters seen in this story. They are the creative genius of Ms. J K Rowling. I am just taking them out for a chance to play and promise to return them to their rightful creator in one piece.
Hermione POV
It was a warm night, and Hermione was standing just outside the door to the ministries grand ball room. Still not quite comfortable in large crowds, she had taken the opurtunity, and snuck up to Mr. Weasely's private balcony using this time for a bit of reflection.
Tonight was the night of the ministry's celebration/ victory ball in honor of Harry's having defeated Voldermort. She, Harry, and Ron had all arrived together but as soon as they had stepped in the door they were surrounded and separated. Ginny had leached onto Harry's arm the second he stepped foot in the room and had yet to release it. The trio had been separated for nearly an hour before she was able to make her escape.
She danced with all the guys that had asked her including Remus, Mr. Weasely and most of the other Weasely men. But she had yet to dance with either of her best friends and was beginning to feel a little bit rejected. Ron was off in some corner snogging Luna by now and god only know where Ginny had dragged Harry to.
Feeling miserable and alone she decided to go out and get a little fresh air. Finally, fed up with the whole thing, she was just about to head inside to tell the guys she was leaving when she heard a loud thump coming from above her. Her wand was out and ready before she even thought about it.