38. Stars
The wedding of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley had brought nearly everyone together. All of Dumbledore's Army, the press, and random wizards had all shown up at the reception. It was a good thing that the actual ceremony kept everyone away. Then the reception had started and everything seemed to explode. It was a good think that the wedding and the reception was outside. Supposedly, it was tradition for the guys parents to pay for the wedding and the girls parents to pay for the reception. It was just cheaper for Mr. Granger supposedly.
Hannah Abbot smoothed over her favorite pale green robes before ignoring Rita Skeeter, who was getting in everyone's way. Hannah went looking for the happy couple before wanting to leave. She didn't really bring a date or anything to really enjoy the reception. She did, however, take the time to marvel at how grand everything was before leaving. Since growing up in a half-blood home, she noticed all the muggle touches. Like how the napkins were folded and such. Just the little things that nobody would really notice. Magical influence seemed to be everywhere like how they got butterflies to fly when they had kissed.
Such as the bright balls of light seemed to be everywhere but had no source of where it might be coming from. For Hannah Abbot she only appreciated those lights because the night sky seemed to be darker than usual. It was actually getting later and she didn't leave. This really was a miracle as she was having fun. Granted it was looking for little muggle touches during the reception. Most of her friends had dates and she didn't want to bother them.
"Hi Hannah," said the voice of none other than Neville Longbottom. He looked pretty dashing in his forest green robes. A lopsided smile on his face as he said her name. Just the look he had spelled out on his face made her stomach drop. When did Neville become handsome like this before? She had never noticed how his blond hair rested on his forehead at just the right angle.
"Car- Would y-" Oh even when he stuttered he was attractive. "Dance with me?"
"Sure Neville," stumbled out of her mouth. Well, she surely wasn't going to leave now, not before dancing with Neville of course. She held out her hand and they had strode onto the ballroom floor. Her smile graced her face as she looked up at the stars, the brightest seemed to wink at her.