So this is a little twist on what would happen at the ball in the Goblet of Fire if Harmony had gotten together. I do not own Harry Potter; that would be the ingenious JK Rowling
Note: Ron and Hermione start of dating, but did not go to the ball together due to being in an argument.
Another note is that I'm changing up what they wore and such
My Best Friend's Beautiful
I smiled brightly as Parvati walked up to me. She looked very pretty in her frilly gown. I wasn't going to lie though, her sister didn't seem to pleased to find her date was the 'Ginger' as they would say, Ron Weasly. Ron's my best friend in the entire world, but he really can be thick. I wondered how he could be so obtuse to how our Hermione felt about him… er… his Hermione felt about him. Hermione was extremely intelligent, had an intriguing sense of humor, great viewpoint of life, and was… well… attractive of course. That's how I thought until tonight. Hermione was simply 'attractive'.
When she came walking down those steps, my vision of everyone in the entire room seemed to blur. It was only her and me, the spot light that I envisioned shined on her. She wore a long, beautiful powder blue gown that outlined her noticeably perfect shape remarkably. Her hair was no longer in its bush of brown hair. It was curly, yes, but a controlled curl curved up into what I'd say was a perfect bun. Then again, who was I to judge on buns? That came out really wrong…
Hermione walked delicately down the marble staircase. I wasn't the only one gazing up at her as if she were the queen of England, every other guy and girl (except Ron) gaped at just about everything I'd been gaping about. I had the brightest gleam in my eye and I knew it. For the first time since I'd known Hermione, everyone else had taken notice to her in a way that wasn't sneering how she was a know-it-all or how she was bossy (which I would say is rubbish). They knew she was beautiful.
Hermione met on the same level as me.
"Exciting isn't it, Harry?"
I snapped back into the real world. "Huh?"
"The ball. It's exciting how everyone's mingling and getting to know each other isn't it?"
I grinned sheepishly back at her. "Yes, of course. May I ask, who are you here with?"
As if on cue, Viktor Krum appeared with a small smile on his face.
"Hermy-ow-ninny you look bootiful."
She blushed and turned to me. "Thank you, Viktor. Same to you. Well… er… not bootiful… I mean beautiful… but… uh you look good." She panicked and I smiled widely at my friend and patted her shoulder.
"Good luck old friend." I whispered into her ear and she smiled at me lightly.
"Thank you, Harry. Have fun with your date… which is?"
"Parvati." I said lightly.
"Right. I suppose I'll see you when the tri-wizard champions dance."
"Yes you will." I walked away smiling and walked into the ballroom with Parvati on my arm.
"This place looks amazing, Harry." She said smiling and I shrugged.
"I know. Listen, I've never been to a…"
"Me neither." She grimaced and I smiled.
"Come on, we'll have a good time."
It's funny, because we pretty much just walked around and talked to everyone. I was frequently asked the same questions.
"How did you get your name in the Goblet?"
"What made you want to participate?"
"Who's your date?"
I was getting tired of answering these questions and Parvati was getting sick of watching me do so.
"I think I'll go get punch."
"Yeah…" I muttered. I looked over at Hermione, who seemed to be having a good time with Viktor. Ron was glaring at her the whole time. I walked over to him and sat down next to him.
"Something wrong, mate?" I asked.
"Hermione. She's fraternizing with the enemy. Makes me sick."
I looked over at Hermione and Viktor dancing. Sure, I wasn't exactly pleased with the fact that Hermione was here… with someone else. At least with Ron, he was my best friend. She'd always be close. The only thing with that was that did not ensure happiness in either of them. They were always miserable with the other; it wasn't even playful bantering. It was more like a war and every battle to them counted.