Beginning Of a New Change
Hermione Granger sat on the couch and let out a sigh. The world was surely going to end. At least she thought so. It was not every day that a war had just finished and as a truce between the Dark and the Light side they would be going to have a ball. A Masquerade ball nonetheless. Sure in the name of Merlin's socks!
Harry and Ron were absolutely nowhere to be seen. After the war, they had realized how much they could have missed if they had died. So contrary to the popular belief, they had actually forgiven the Death Eaters and struck up a 'kind of truce' with them. Not to mention all the Slytherins.
As Hermione climbed the creaky stairs of The Burrow (which had been repaired), she wondered what to do with herself for the ball. When she opened the door, she saw that Dear Ginny was already ready even though it would be three hours before the ball started. Gosh how desperate some people are! But Hermione couldn't deny that she looked positively ravishing. With her long auburn hair swinging behind her, and a black dress which fitted her perfectly, it seemed as though Harry wouldn't be able to be free tonight. Yes, Harry. He and Ginny had reunited after the war. Apparently the separation had been too painful for both of them. However cliché that my sound, Hermione could vouch that it was true.
Ginny looked aghast when she saw Hermione. She said with unbelief evident in her voice, "Mione. Why the hell aren't you dressed yet? Merlin's beard, are you or are you not going to the ball? If you're not, then I will drag you there myself! Now I'll get you ready and don't you dare try to interfere! ''
Hermione let out another sigh. Why did she have to go and socialize with a bunch of pureblood supremacies when she could have been reading Hogwarts- A History on her comfy couch? Well life is not fair!
After two-and-a-half hours of fidgeting and groaning, Hermione was ready. As she looked into the mirror, she was impressed. There standing was a woman in a violet gown which clung on the pelvic and then flew into ruffles at the bottom. It had only one sleeve which was decked with protruding flowery designs. Her hair (which had been converted into delicate curls by Molly Weasley at the request of her mother after the war) was up in an elegant French knot. She had to admit that she was looking pretty enough. As if reading her thoughts, Ginny said, 'Not just pretty Hermione, you are looking like an angel.'