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Hermione has the worst night of her life at the Yule Ball until someone gets close and personal with her.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. They belong to JKR.
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"He's using you!"
"How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself." I stormed out of the Great Hall with Ron next to me.
"Doubt it – He's way too old!"
"What! What, that's what you think?"
"Yeah, that's what I think!" Ron hurried faster.
"You know what the solution is, then, don't you!?" I caught up to him. "Next time there's a ball ask me before somebody else does!" I started to cry again. "And NOT as a last resort!"
Harry suddenly showed up. "Where have you been? Nevermind. Off to bed, both of you!" Harry still didn't utter a word. I wiped tears away.
"They get scary when they get older." Ron mumbled to Harry.
"Ron you spoil everything!" They ran away up the stairs.
When they were out of sight, I sat on the stairs and took off my heels. Miserable hot tears flowed down my cheeks. On the one night I put on makeup. I put my head down in my hands.
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