Chapter 1
The door to Ginny's room was shut as Hermione slipped into her new robes she had just purchased. "Where are you going with these new robes, Hermione? They're not your standard one for Hogwarts...wait.." Ginny lifted one of the boxes from Hermione's big purchase on the floor, and saw a penciled black dress in one of them. She lifted it from the box and swung it around the air with her arms outstretched. "Where did you get this? Who are you wearing this for? Victor Krum?" Hermione blushed and checked herself out in the mirror with just her new robe on over her muggle clothes. "No. I just wanted to see how it looks if I wear it around school too." Hermione replied.
"These are for school? For what, casual wear when you're hanging around with my brother and Harry? You're wearing an opera cloak for merlin's sake!" Ginny argued Her eyebrows were raised when Hermione took off the cloak and started undressing herself to fit into a corset. "Alright, I give up. Can you keep a secret? I mean a secret from Harry?" She whispered. Ginny squinted in suspicion as she reached to tie the back of the corset. "What kind of secret?" Hermione blushed and whispered, "Ron stole an invitation to a party. And not just any party. The biggest of them all. It's been around for centuries. But only pure-bloods are invited. So I researched with Ron to find out who would be going and--"
"The Bordeaux Midnight Ball...Hermione that's all the way in France. Are you mad in the head or something? How are you going to get there?" Ginny shouted. Hermione turned around and reached for Ginny's mouth to cover it before Ron stormed through the bedroom door. "Hermione! oh...hi Ginny. Hermione! Are you ready? We only got ten minutes before we set off. Remember you've got to...wait..does she?" "Yes she knows," "Oh great. Well change your hair color and uh...change your hair style or something. The Malfoy's will be there." Hermione grinned and looked back into the mirror. Her corset was fully on and now.
Although Ron turned purple from embarrassment and grabbed Ginny hurling her out or the room. His explanation afterwards was that he needed help looking more of a convincing pure blood that was mean. Continuing to stare in the mirror, Hermione uncurled the ribbons around her neck holding the robe and scurried to the box containing her magical black penciled dress. The color was a majestic black that cut off across her chest. Two strings tied up on her shoulders to keep the dress in place. When she held it to her body in front of the mirror she whispered to herself, "Tonight I'll be someone else for the first time. Someone beautiful, that every pure blood will wish they were me, a muggle born. I'm going to dance on fire when they see me walk through the entrance..."
Meanwhile, Ron was adjusting his black laced ruffle collar tucking it into a velvet black vest. "Where did you come up with the money to buy these things, Ron?" Ginny questioned as she straightened out his suit jacket with her wand. "Hermione said her parents had some sore of muggle cooolege trust fund...I wonder what a cooolege is?" He grinned sheepishly in his mirror from the look of his clothes. "How come Harry can't come?" Ginny asked. Ron's grin twitched and he answered, "Because he'd turn it into a Voldemort raid. Hermione and I just wanted to have some use for the Order of the Phoenix for once. So we're doing this on our own terms and whatever information we get, we'll tell the Order and then we'll be knowledgeable of what's going on for once!" Ginny glared at Ron's reflection when she started straightening his pants. "He's just as useful as you are Ron!" she snarled.
Ron looked down at the ground in shame, "I just wanted to impress Hermione without Harry nagging at me at what's going wrong with the world." Ginny suppressed her anger with a firm jerk of her wand pointing at his pants. His clothes were straightened and curled at the right points. His dress shoes polished and not a trace of lint appeared hidden. "Finally you're clothes look done by a house elf. Now, Ron if you run into any of the Malfoy there, watch your tongue. Change your hair color and even your freckles and they won't recognize you hopefully." Ginny suggested. Ron turned around to look at her with a smug smile on his face, "Thank you Ginny."
~link to the actual attire Hermione's wearing:
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The night was still young, while Ginny distracted her mother with the latest gossip on Bill and Fluer to fuel her temper. Ron and Hermione sneaked out as fast as they could to the edge of the front yard. "Do you have the portkey?" he whispered. Her hair dangled into a wispy blond bun and when she looked up at him to pull out a wine bottle from her purse. "I can't believe they would use such a thing." she muttered. Ron was staring at her entranced how beautiful the moon light caressed her beauty. "What?" he asked. "It's an actual wine bottle made from a wine company that supported Hitler in the 40's." she remarked. She took a deep breath and handed him the bottle making sure her fingers were still entwined around the base of the bottle. "One...two....THREE!" they counted.
They vanished from the Burrow to hurtle down to the ground in front of a train station. "Hurry, we only have three minutes!" he cried. He grabbed for her arm and hurried towards the nearest entrance open door of the train. "Are you sure this is the right one?" she called out behind him. The engine of the train was thundering the stone walls into a roaring echo of sound. "YES IT"S THE RIGHT ONE! ALL YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR IS THAT SNAKE!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He pointed in the direction of Draco Malfoy boarding the train with his aunt and mother in tow. The Malfoy's didn't hear them coming luckily.
The two of them hurried through a separate entrance onto the train and found all the compartments were full. "We're going to have to stand in front of a few passengers in the side carts. Remember look mean and spiteful, Hermione." he breathed. Hermione smiled up at him and whispered, "What should I call you? Your hair is black and your eyes are blue now, I can't keep calling you Ron!" Ron froze in the middle of the narrow hallway they were walking through. "Shite, I don't know." he mumbled.
His ears were turning red and his freckles were glowing through the charms she had just got done bewitching. "Calm down. Just don't say anything to anyone. I'll talk for you!" she muttered. Ron nodded his head and remained mute as they continued to walk down the hall and into the side carts. There were dining tables and wizards and witches standing and sitting conversing throughly on their hearts desire. Hermione suggested they stand together watching the scenery pass by through the windows in opposite directions. It was so they'd have each other's back. "It's only eight o'clock. The ball doesn't start till midnight. I wonder what they do before the ball?" she breathed into Ron's shoulder. They stood so close that Ron could breathe in her perfume. His eyes grew hazy and his smug smile appeared through her hair. "You smell wonderful....what are you wearing?" he asked as if he were in a trance. Hermione glared out the window and leaned over to snarl in his ear, "FOCUS!" A man looked up in question, "Excuse me miss, do I know you?"
Hermione hadn't recognized the petite man eating his steak. "No, I'm Genaveive DesChanel. Of the DesChanel clan." she smirked. She squinted her eyes in a glare to show her meanness. The man covered his mouth in shock, "OF THE DESCHANEL CLAN!? They're the richest wizardry family in all of France!" Ron had been facing in the opposite direction of Hermione and watched as wizards and witches looked up at Hermione's back and started gossiping like birds.
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Later on a Conductor began calling out, "Tickets please. Give me your tickets!" Ron felt up and down his jacket as Hermione conversed with the small man in French. "Hermione I don't have the train tickets. I just have the ballroom tickets." Ron grumbled. He clenched his face with his whole hand hiding the freckles burning with embarrassment. "SHITE!" he whimpered. The conductor was coming closer punching holes through tickets and continued calling out, "Tickets please, hand me your tickets."
Hermione looked up at Ron after speaking with the French man, and muttered, "I'm sorry." Ron looked down at her confused. "What?" he said. Hermione abruptly slapped him and shouted, "You bastard!" And ran out the side cart and down the hallway. She fled from Ron's side looking for an open compartment to hide in. She found one at the end of the hall and ran as fast as she could towards it. Ron was flabbergasted and stood with his hand on his cheek confused.
Finally she reached the compartment to look back down the hall and see that Ron was being questioned by the Conductor. She hurried inside the compartment and slammed the door shut. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered. A man looked up at her from inside the compartment, "Sorry for what my dear?"
She recognized his voice anywhere. She looked towards the voice to see a man with long beautiful blond hair and a a black suit with a scarlet silk shirt underneath. His crude smile didn't sneer at her. But smirked at the amusement of her. Lucius Malfoy.
Author's Note: I hope you like, I'm working on two different stories at once here so please have patience. I've had writer's block since September. Oo