Hermione Granger groaned as her close friend Ginny Weasley pulled a brush through her bushy mane of hair. Hermione had agreed to let Ginny get her ready for the Victorian Christmas Ball. She was never going to go, really, but her presence was required, as she was Head Girl. Damn badge.
Ginny entered the common room, dragging her older brother Ron and his best friend Harry Potter by their ears. She awaited her date, the gorgeous Draco Malfoy, and ordered them to take a seat on the velvet cushions of the couches. Ginny looked stunning in her blue dress, with hanging sleeves covering her arms. Her hair was loosely tied in a bun, a few red curls dropping out. Draco couldn't keep his eyes off her. Luna came down next, in a pale short sleeve lilac gown. Her hair floated down to her back, in caressing curls. Her bright blue eyes looked nervously around until she caught Ron's eye, and he gave her a small smile. After a few moments of waiting, Ginny climbed up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.
"Hermione? Are you coming down?" She called.
"ARE YOU KIDDING? I don't even have a date, and I probably look horrid, and-"
"HERMIONE JUST COME DOWN!"
"Fine. But don't blame me when everyone runs away, screaming and covering their eyes in horror." The door swung open, revealing Hermione. She wore a long, black silk gown, lined with dark red. Her eyes were lined black, and her lips were elegantly stained red. Her hair fell down halfway her back, in smooth brown curls. Ron chuckled as he saw Harry's hanging jaw and wide eyes. Harry was in a daze, that is, until Hermione nearly tripped, and he was smacked out of it.
"Damn dress." She cursed.
Ginny, who notices a delicate situation when she sees one, nudged Ron and Draco out of the room, along with Luna and herself.
As soon as they left, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank god! Now I can get out of this bloody dress!" She noticed Harry still stood there.
"Oh, hello Harry, fancy meeting you here. Come to watch me go mad?"
"I think you look nice." He cautiously commented.
"WHAT? Just NICE? NOT GORGEOUS OR STUNNING? Bloody hell, I belong in the loony bin! Or am I not looking NICE ENOUGH, Potter!" She ranted. Harry winced. Goddamn PMS. This is going to be one LONG night.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Second chappie will be up soon.