This drabble is written for the Hogwarts Forum, Gryffindor:
- Gryffindor 72hours Speed Comp, Dares: (Action)Dressing up for an occasion
- Hogwarts Gym, Madam Pomfrey's Fun Fitness: (Emotion) Insecure
Wordcount: 300 without AN
Hermione turned around several times in front of the mirror. "Are you sure I look okay?" she asked again.
"Of course," Ginny said. "Calm down. You look beautiful. I bet Viktor will be stunned when he sees you!"
Hermione smiled weakly. "I hope," she said, looking in the mirror once more. She put her hand into her hair and said in an uncertain voice: "Are you sure my hair looks fine this way? Wouldn't it be better if had let my hair down?"
"No," Ginny said, "stop touching your hair, you'll destroy it."
Immediately, Hermione drew her hand away and started turning in front of the mirror again. "Do my dress robes look okay? No wrinkles?"
"No, not a single one. But if you keep touching everything, you will look like you just woke up. Relax, Hermione."
She took a deep breath. "Yes. I try. How come you're not nervous at all?"
Ginny put some lipstick on and Hermione noticed her hands weren't shaking like her own. "It's just a dance," she said. "But I understand you're nervous."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I mean, I don't have to dance in front of everyone with a famous quidditch player. And no one looks at me with that jealous look on their faces. Did you know that some girls spent galleons to by Krum presents to make him go with them? They must be furious you got him."
"Don't say 'I got him', it makes me feel weird," Hermione mumbled.
Ginny turned to her and put her lipstick away. "What do you think?"
Hermione smiled. "You look great."
"Thank you," Ginny said. "Are you ready?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "Yeah, I guess," she said, with one last glance into the mirror. Then she grabbed her handbag, checked if she had everything she needed, and followed Ginny outside.