SO MUCH MORE PART II
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"Nice outfit."
Hermoine smiled as she heard the door click shut. She turned around and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. True, her outfit was a bit skimpy but Lavender and Parvati assured her it was 'to die for!" And the look on all of the seventh year boys' faces told her it was.
She fingered the locket around her neck while asking herself if she thought Ron had really liked her outfit. This is crazy, she thought, who cares if Ron likes it?
She was eternally grateful to her cousin Ashleigh for sending her Muggle clothing each and every Christmas and birthday she had spent at Hogwarts. She had tried to tell her that she didn't need them, that they had uniforms. Ashleigh had just laughed and told her that they could come in handy. They certainly have, Hermoine thought as she headed to the showers.
Meanwhile, Ron also stood in front on his mirror, bare chested with only a pair on khakis on. He was debating as to which shirt he should wear. 'Mione always said she liked this color blue...
~Flashback to the 6th Year Christmas Ball~
"You look wonderful Ron! I love that shade of blue," Hermoine had exclaimed, flashing him a smile.
She too had looked stunning in dress robes of a deep maroon color. One look at her had left Ron wondering why he had never cared for that color. He smoothed out his own dress robed of an inky blue shade. "Thanks Mione... you do too."
"Don't be a prat! Ask her to dance," Harry had whispered. "I'm going to look for Ginny. I can't leave her with Neville all night long," the tips of his ears turning a particularly brilliant shade of pink, which happened to match Pansy Parkinson's dress robes.
Yeah right, Ron had thought, as he leaned up against the wall. He shot an apprehensive sidelong glance at Hermoine. Ah, what the hell. Here I go.
"Would you like to dance 'Mione?" he was sure that she would be able to feel the heat radiating from his ears.
Hermoine swept into an uncharacteristically graceful curtsy. " I'd be honored," she replied.
~Flash forward to Ron standing in his room with a cheesy, dreamy look on his face~
"Right, " he murmured, "I'll go with the blue." He ran his hand through his hair to make sure it looked ok. He headed down the staircase, deciding that he's wait for Hermoine in the common room.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Nice outfit."
Hermoine smiled as she heard the door click shut. She turned around and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. True, her outfit was a bit skimpy but Lavender and Parvati assured her it was 'to die for!" And the look on all of the seventh year boys' faces told her it was.
She fingered the locket around her neck while asking herself if she thought Ron had really liked her outfit. This is crazy, she thought, who cares if Ron likes it?
She was eternally grateful to her cousin Ashleigh for sending her Muggle clothing each and every Christmas and birthday she had spent at Hogwarts. She had tried to tell her that she didn't need them, that they had uniforms. Ashleigh had just laughed and told her that they could come in handy. They certainly have, Hermoine thought as she headed to the showers.
Meanwhile, Ron also stood in front on his mirror, bare chested with only a pair on khakis on. He was debating as to which shirt he should wear. 'Mione always said she liked this color blue...
~Flashback to the 6th Year Christmas Ball~
"You look wonderful Ron! I love that shade of blue," Hermoine had exclaimed, flashing him a smile.
She too had looked stunning in dress robes of a deep maroon color. One look at her had left Ron wondering why he had never cared for that color. He smoothed out his own dress robed of an inky blue shade. "Thanks Mione... you do too."
"Don't be a prat! Ask her to dance," Harry had whispered. "I'm going to look for Ginny. I can't leave her with Neville all night long," the tips of his ears turning a particularly brilliant shade of pink, which happened to match Pansy Parkinson's dress robes.
Yeah right, Ron had thought, as he leaned up against the wall. He shot an apprehensive sidelong glance at Hermoine. Ah, what the hell. Here I go.
"Would you like to dance 'Mione?" he was sure that she would be able to feel the heat radiating from his ears.
Hermoine swept into an uncharacteristically graceful curtsy. " I'd be honored," she replied.
~Flash forward to Ron standing in his room with a cheesy, dreamy look on his face~
"Right, " he murmured, "I'll go with the blue." He ran his hand through his hair to make sure it looked ok. He headed down the staircase, deciding that he's wait for Hermoine in the common room.