The Season

A/N: Alrighty then. This is a new story and a new type of writing for me. This is my first historical fiction story but I've spent a lot of time studying Victorian England and the fashions, the literature, the music and the rights that women were denied so hopefully this turns out to be accurate and fun. I would like to give a big thank you to my eighth grade history teacher. He inspired a love of world history in me that I am forever grateful for. I would also like to thank Lady Gaga for making awesome music. She is on my playlist for writing fiction. Right now my repeat button is on Starstruck. Thanks to my Editor, fellow author and best friend Deb. You are amazing love!

Disclaimer: I would like to say that I own Harry Potter, but I don't… yet. Jo owns the series, I just play around.

Chapter One:

Getting Ready

Ginny slipped her new emerald dress on over her undergarments. After admiring her own reflection in the mirror, she turned to face her best friend. "How do I look?"

Hermione looked up from her book. "As always you look stunning. Why do you even care so much, it's just a ball?"

Ginny looked in the mirror once more, then turned and sat down next to her friend. She looked down at her hands. "This isn't just any old ball. My parents are announcing my engagement to Harry tonight."

Hermione stared at the red-haired girl. "I know what-""Are you sure about this Ginny? I mean you are only 16. Harry is 19, the same age as me. You haven't even had your first season yet. If you get married now, you won't have a season. That's one thing you've always wanted." Hermione said clasping Ginny's hands.

"I know, but I love Harry, and besides," Ginny added with a smirk "I actually want to get married."

Hermione glared at her. "I have better things to do than be one of the silly little wives of high society, or lie back and think of England. And either way, men don't like having a wife who's smarter than they are."

Ginny stared pityingly at the brunette.

"What?"

"Perhaps if you didn't always bring a book with you to balls and read the entire time, then your chances of securing a husband would be greatly increased." Ginny tried tentatively.

Hermione burst out laughing.

"What?"

"It's just, you sound exactly like my mother whenever I go home. 'Hermione put that book away. It's the reason you're not married yet!' Fortunately, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in getting married as you perfectly well know."

"But Hermione-"

"But nothing, Ron is the exact same age as me and he's not required to get married yet."

"Yes Hermione, but Ron is a man."

As if on queue, Ron Weasley entered the room. "Did I just hear my name?" The lanky boy asked.

Ginny took one look at her brother then got up to get Hermione's dress out of the closet to lay out for her.

"Why Miss Granger, I had no idea that you were so infatuated with me. I'm flattered. If I had known, I would have claimed you last season." He strode confidently over to where Hermione was.

He picked up and apple from the bowl on the table in front of them, looked it over, polished it on his jacket, looked it over once more, and then took a big bite out of it. "Ronald, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but would you please leave the room. Hermione has to get dressed and she can't do that with you in the room." Ginny turned and looked at her brother.

"Hermione can change in front of me. I've seen her naked before. You forget that 'Mione and I used to go bathing with your future husband." Ron smirked at her.

"As I recall, when she got caught, she got sent off to finishing school."

"Fat lot of good that did her."

"Hello, I'm right here." Hermione stared between the two siblings. "Ron, would you please just leave? I really don't think it a good idea to test you're sisters nerves tonight."

Ron looked at his friend, and then got up. "Alright, Alright, I can tell when I'm not wanted." He said making his way to the door. Before he left he turned around and looked at Hermione. "Oh Hermione, Harry told me to tell you that he is bringing someone along, someone very special to you." And with that he left the room.

Ginny followed him to the door and shut and locked it behind him. "Honestly, I don't know how Lavender can bear him. Then again I don't know how he can bear her."

"She really has no choice in the matter. She's a woman and women have no power in our society. Would you undo the back of my dress?" Hermione asked.

Ginny moved to undo the back of the dress. "Who is Harry bringing to the ball tonight?" she asked curiously

"I don't know," She answered "I mean the people that are special to me are you, Ron, Harry, your brothers, and… no, he can't mean him. We haven't spoken to each other in six years!" Hermione said quietly to herself.

"Who?" Ginny asked in curiosity.

"No one, it's not important."

"Hermione, really-"

Hermione turned to face Ginny. "Please just drop it."

Ginny looked at Hermione. "Alright" she sighed.

"Can I borrow your pearls since you're not wearing them tonight?"

"Yes, I suppose." Ginny said in a voice that said quite clearly that they would visit the subject later.

Outside of the girls room, the girls had no clue that Ron was listening to their conversation, smiling.

A/N: Well here you go folks. Please review. Give me your hones opinions! I'm curious to know what people think. The next chapter is shorter. I already have it written. Also anyone who is waiting on Rock Star's and Feminists, I know exactly what I want to happen in a few chapters. I just have to figure out I'm going to get there. I've been working on it and can't write a draft I like enough to have my editor read. So sorry guys, there is going to be a wait. I'm working on it though. XOXOXOXOXOXO!