They say we won. We win, we always win. But they never say what we lose. We were up, saving others, fighting the dark lord since we were eleven, and that's not fair. Of course we would never complain, never even think we would rather be doing homework, practicing Quiddich, hanging out with friends like normal teenagers would do; but sometimes you would find us awake at 2 in the morning, anxiety and tiredness, mental tiredness creeping upon the little sane left on us. The horrors we've seen, we've done, will never leave us, we know it and after all, it is all worth it but, at what cost? Since we grew up fast, Harry and me, we bonded in a special way, he's my brother and we just get it. Ronald, in the other hand, had a perfectly quiet and normal magical childhood, how could he ever get what is like for us?

Yes, Hermione could get a little down every once in a while, angry at the world, but she learned to live like that, it is how she was born anyway, but despite everything she was still a teenager with stupid teenager friends she loved and also hated. She didn't really hated them, frankly she had a lot of fun taking care of them, saving their asses and saying I told you so, but it could get frustrating. So when they dragged her that Saturday evening on a Hogsmeade trip instead of joining her in the library, she was annoyed but certainly not surprised. The truth is she loved Hogsmeade, is was just a small town, if not smaller, but you could feel the magical vibe, the stores and the people… she belong there, she never felt like she belonged, but there, in Howarts, in the magical world, she did.

"Seriously guys, I should be working on my Charms essay, you should too!" Hermione said with a note of irritation, yes she loved the boys and the town, but she loved school just the same.

"It's not eve due to this week Mione', just have a little fun, you never want to spend time with us anymore." Pouted Ron, probably thinking on doing his essay a night before.

"She doesn't know how to have fun Ron." Teased Harry, a little smirk playing in his lips when he looked at her.

"You are a moron Harry." But smiled anyway. "And you wouldn't be able to handle me if I wanted to have fun."

The boys just laughed as they all kept walking through the stores, it wasn't October yet but there was already Halloween decorations. They entered the Three Brooms and ordered their usual butterbeer.

"If you were in a muggle city, what would you do for fun right now?"

"Hermione would be in a library magic or not Ron!" Harry said with a grin while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, it's Saturday so there's the theater, you know movies, there are concerts and it's also a club night."

As soon as the beverages were placed in the table they took a sip, and in the case of Ron a large one.

"Whassaclub?" He asked with butterbeer coming out of his mouth.

"Ronald!"

"Sorry, what's a club?"

"It's a place, like a pub, but with modern music and dancing, lots of bright colored lights and girls in short dresses."

Harry was just turning his sight to Hermione in a denial motion when a huge smile started to slowly spread across Ron's face.

Hermione gave Harry a sorry smile.

"We have to go to a club!"

"No Ron—"

"I don't think it's—"

"Yes! It's a brilliant idea! Why haven't you never told me about this clubs things?!"

Low groans emerged from the back of their throats knowing that when Ron gets an idea like that he won't leave them alone until he do it.

"Ron, I don't think we have the appropriate attire to go to a club."

"Yeah, besides we might not even be able to get in a club, less alone buy drinks because of our age."

Like he didn't even listened to them, Ron finished the end of his drink and stood up, barely dragging his poor friends by the door.

"Pleaseee." He was, after all, one of his boys, so his puppy eyes did tended to work every now and then. Harry on the other side looked at her like saying What's the worse that could happen? And in their case that was a big question, but since she was the only of age of the three and had her Apparating license it was, ultimately on her.

With a sight she took their arms.

"I guess nobody will notice it we sneak for a few hours."

She disillusion them and with a loud pop the apparated in and empty alley in the middle of muggle London. A feeling of dizziness spread though their bodies, three people were a lot to apparate. When she was sure none of them would vomit, pointed her wand at them.

"We need to mingle." A couple of swich and flicks turned their wizard robes into slightly shiny dark grey shirts and tight pants. Then, she pointed the wand at herself, imagining a pretty tight black dress with silver glittering she saw once but thought to be too much girly and unnecessary to buy. Next there was the make up, remembering all those spells Ginny had make her practice, she managed a fine dark smokey eyes; and finally, the shoes. Since she was already doing this, she was going to do it okay, transfigurating her nice black boots in a not so high black heels.

The look in the boys eyes was enough to know she did a good job and felt a little smile tug at her lips.

She conduced them through a couple of streets, trying not to shiver from the cold of the early night, whishing she had transfigured a jacket too. They arrived soon to a nice and big place that showed bright lights and loud music, and with a sudden pang of confidence she lift her head smile smugly and just entered hoping they would follow her lead.

Once inside, she started to feel a little conscious about herself, while she was strong and confident in life, this wasn't her scene, she was a books girl, even a battle, threatening, possibly dying situations girl. She had never been the obviously pretty type, and boys had never made line to ask her out, but to be honest, it did sting a bit.

Blue, purple and with light illuminated the place, in pretty patterns that covered enough to see; the music was loud with unknown modern and slightly fast music, but not as much as she expected and find it a relief, while it sounded a little repetitive she quite liked the beat and wish she didn't looked stupid if she decided to dance. Ron took her by the arm and practically run to the bar, but found that they wouldn't serve them anything with alcohol without an ID. Hermione had never really been a drinker, but she did enjoyed a little firewhiskey now and then, and the occasional bourbon sip she would steal from her dad's cabinet.

She was considering transfiguring the features of one of them when a gorgeous blonde giant approached Harry with a glass of some dark beverage on ice on each hand.

She didn't knew what did he said, but the blushing in her friend's cheeks was enough for her to imagine. She snorted trying not to laugh when a little older man appeared in front of her with two equal glasses on each hand.