Storm

A/N: New Harry Potter/ Twilight crossover! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Storm is fully based off me, but that's it. :D

Unknown POV

"How is it going?" hissed the snakelike man. I gulped.

"A-Alright." I stammered. I was invincible...I was immortal. I was scared.

"Alright?" said the man. His voice was airy. "IT SHOULD BE DONE!"

I cringed at his anger. "I-I'm sorry m'lord. I'm so sorry. I-It's taking time."

"Time? You, dear child, haven't much left." hissed the man. I bowed, before scampering out.

Narrator POV

"Eeek! Are you excited?" bubbled Sky, practically bouncing up and down. Storm rolled her eyes.

"No." snapped Storm.

"Here Here." grumbled Hermione.

"Oh come on guys. It'll be fun! Don't you just love dress shopping!" squealed Sky. Storm shot her an irritated glare.

"No." replied Hermione. "I hate it."

"Hate it? Despise it, more like." snorted Storm.

"How? Don't you love getting all dolled up?" gushed Sky. Hermione and Storm shurgged.

"Well, I love looking pretty, I just hate the whole trying on sixty dresses part." explained Hermione. Storm agreed. The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff parted ways to Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration, respectively. Hermione and Storm walked into McGonagall's rooms, seeing her there. She simpered when she saw the pair. Harry and Ron were seated just behind them.

"Excited to go dress shopping?" whispered Harry teasingly.

"Sure. I'm going to get a hot pink dress so you need a hot pink tie." retorted Storm.

"Why would I have to wear the same color as you?" inquired Harry, genuinely confused.

"Because, it's customary for the dates to match is colors." injected Ron, surprising Hermione.

"Good job Ron." giggled Hermione.

"Mione, just make sure you don't pick out a magenta dress. It clashes." shivered Ron. Hermione laughed.

"Ron, I'm going to ignore your seemingly endless knowledge of fashion." giggled Storm. McGonagall cleared her throat, and they returned their attention to her. She taught the lesson, completely ignoring Umbridge. Storm and Hermione pair up and began to to practice the spell on a small snail. Hermione successfully transfigured it into a matchbox on her second try, Storm on her fourth.

"I'm bored." complained Storm as she twirled her wand. She glanced at her watch, her eyes narrowing.

"T minus 8 minutes until doomsday." announced Storm. Hermione sighed.

"It'll be alright."

"Yeah, right."

"Attention students! Girls, you are to report to the Great Hall for your dress shopping trip. Boys, to your next classes. Homework: Practice the spell and have a foot of parchment on it for tomorrow." announced McGonagall. The girls, save Hermione and Storm, squealed. They were dismissed and the girls scampered into the great hall. It was totally transformed! Trunks with dresses lined the walls, in the corner were at least twenty fitting rooms. Witches with long measures scampered around.

"Ello! Ello! I'm Marie, ere to 'elp you wiz zee drezzes." spoke a blonde witch with a heavy french accent. Storm forced a smile.

"I'm looking for a blue dress. Subtly sexy." explained Storm in a voice that made it sound like she said it a million times a day, even though she didn't.

"I'm looking for modest, perhaps slightly vintage." said Hermione nervously. Marie nodded.

"Right over 'ere." She led them to a trunk of blues.

"Meess..."

"Storm."

"Meess Storm. Zis is vere you vill find vat you vant."

"Alright. Hermione, you can go with her."

"Right zis vay." Marie led her to a trunk on the other side of the room. Storm began to rifle through the trunk, eager to get done. Girls miled in, and began explaining what they wanted. Storm found two dresses, and went over to Hermione. She had three in her arms. One was pink, one was periwinkle, the other was brown.

"Are you ready to be fitted?"

"Yep." chirped Storm. The pair of best friends followed her to the changing rooms, until a voice cut through the silence.

"HERMIONE! STORM! WAIT UP!" shouted Sky. She jogged up to them, two dresses in her arms. A pink on and a red one.

"Hello Sky." greeted Hermione in a luke warm voice. Storm shot her a smile, and said hello. The trio of girls entered the rooms, pulled on dresses, and got out. Storm's was a midnight blue with a knotted waist, two large and alluring side cut outs and a slit middle. When she walked people would catch glimpses of her legs. The cut outs were lined with jewels and the bottom was sheer. Storm loved it immediately as she threw back the curtain.

"Ah!" cheered Hermione. She was in the brown gown. It was beaded all on the waist and the bust had a complicated design.

"I love it." said Sky earnestly. She was in a short, tight, revealing dress.

"Mione, perhaps..." trailed off Storm. Hermione laughed.

"It's hideous." explained Hermione. "But yours is divine."

"Ah, magnifiques!" exclaimed Marie in french. Storm blushed.

"Thanks. I love it too. It's prefect!"

"I love mine too!" said Sky. The three turned her and shook their heads.

"C'est tout faux." sighed Marie.

"She's right." replied Hermione. "Typically for these balls there black tie formal."

Sky rolled her eyes. "What ever."

The three girls returned to the dressing rooms, Storm coming out in her uniform. Sky was in a bright pink jewel encrusted dress with complicated wraps. It was a gorgeous gown though. It suited her well. Hermione was in the periwinkle one. It was pretty, but not right.

"Sky, yes. Mione, I like it. But let's see the other one?" suggested Storm. Hermione returned to the dressing room. Sky came out in uniform, dress in hand. Finally Hermione returned. She wore a flowy pink dress. It had a wrap just under the bust, the breasts were beaded and jeweled, and the sleeves were flowy. It was a gorgeous gown.

"C'est le seul!" announced Marie in French. Hermione was flushed with happiness. Once she was changed, the three headed over to the shoes. Hermione found a pair of matching pink flats immediately. Sky grabbed a pair of light pink peep toe pumps and a white mask. Hermione grabbed a similar mask in salmon pink. Storm searched and found a pair of sparkly silver heels and a pretty black half face mask. The girls were happy with their picks. Now, it was time to prepare for the actual ball.

A/N: Blargh, filler. :D So, uh. Who was it at the beginning? Guesses? Review (: