10 things I hate about you
This a dramoine adaptation of 10 things I hate about you. It progresses fairly quickly and there will be smutty goodness. Don't like it Don't read it, but comments are always appreciated. This takes places shortly after the war ended. Harry defeated Voldemort and Hogwarts was reopened that fall. To celebrate its grand reopening Headmistress Mcgonagall decides to throw a ball for fourth years and older.
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"Mione!" Ginny screeched as she raced down the stairs to the common room. I turned just in time to see a flash of red hair come hurtling at me. She waved a crinkled piece of parchment in front of her.
"Hermoine," Ginny whined again. "I know you are studying but this is important."
I resisted rolling my eyes at the exuberant redhead. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I dog eared the page of the book I was reading and looked up to see her grinning face.
"What on earth is going on Ginny?" I couldn't help but smile. Her enthusiasm was contagious.
"There is going to be a Ball! We have to pick out dresses and shoes! Oh I wonder if Harry knows Yet!" Ginny rambled excitedly.
"Slow down. What is going on?"
"To celebrate the end of the war, Hogwarts is throwing a ball. We have to go. It's only a month away. That gives us just enough time to find dresses. Do you think they would let us go to Hogsmeade this weekend?"
My smile faltered, but thankfully Ginny didn't notice. After the war her and Harry had started dating again almost immediately. Ron and I hadn't been so lucky. After one hurried kiss we decided we were better off friends, and he had run straight into Lavender Brown's arms. While any romantic feelings had disappeared, it was still hard being single with Ron and Harry so happily paired off. Nights spent talking with my best friends had turned into long nights alone with my books. I didn't mind, but I was lonelier than I cared to admit.
"Ginny, I am sure Harry will love whatever you wear. And of course I will help you pick out your dress. As for me, I think I will pass. Mcgonagall was kind enough to let me back to finish my seventh year, I don't want to be distracted by balls and parties." I fidgeted with my book. I hoped it was a convincing enough lie.
The truth was I doubted even with a month's notice I could land a date. Shockingly, helping defeat one of the darkest wizards of all time was slightly intimidating. I had gained back the weight I had lost while on the run, but guys barely had the guts to look me in the eye much less ask me on a date.
"Mione, you have to come. Any guy here would love a chance to take you! I can't go without my best friend."
The portrait slammed closed behind Harry and Ron. Harry glanced sheepishly at Ginny, while Ron was turning a violent shade of red.
"Umm Ron? Something on your mind?" I asked timidly. He looked like he was only a few seconds from exploding.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THIS BALL!" Ron finally exploded. "I just spoke to mum, there is no way you are going. It's too dangerous."
"That's ridiculous, Ron." Ginny stamped over to Harry and grabbed his hand.
"No it isn't Ginny. I am looking out for you. You are still an underage witch. The war may be over, but death eaters are still running rampant."
"Really? Deatheaters? Who is going to attack me in Hogwarts? The wards have been redoubled. No death eater has a chance of getting in here. Who is going to attack me? Malfoy?"
"Mum and Dad's orders. There is no way you are going to that ball."
"AHHHH! This is so unfair! This is my last year at school and last year was shit. All I am asking for is one night out with Harry. There will be professors and aurors crawling all over the place. It is perfectly safe. You are over reacting." Ginny was quickly turning the same shade of red as her brother. Harry had let go of her hand and was backing away slowly.
"Ginny, maybe Ron has a point. The majority of death eaters have been rounded up, but there are still too many out there to feel safe."
Ron turned to stare at me. A twisted grin dawned on his crimson face. Maybe the dunce finally had a thought other than snogging Lavender.
"Hermoine, you don't have a date."
I counted to ten before I was able to stop my hands from shaking. I made it fifty before I was able to speak something other than an unforgivable curse. Lavender could have him.
"No, Ron. As it happens, I do not have a date as I have no interest in going to this ball."
"Bloody prefect. Ginny, you can go to the ball-"
Ginny's shriek cut off the rest of Ron's sentence. She jumped into Harry's arms, knocking his glasses askew. She began babbling at a rate, even I couldn't understand. He just stared at her with a goofy grin highlighting his green eyes. After everything that happened to him, Ginny always put a smile on his face. Harry deserved every second of that happiness, before Ron brought it all crashing back down.
"If Hermoine attends with you." Ron smirked, clearly proud of himself for thinking up this little loophole.
Ginny's beady eyes found me. I tried to escape, but it was already too late. She pecked Harry on the cheek and forced me into the girl's dormitory. I was all too familiar with that look of determination. I was going to need every weapon in my arsenal to hold Ginny at bay. I was NOT going to that ball.