"Don't go, Hermi" said harry, spread-eagled on her bed, watching her go back and forth frantically, packing.
"Harry, we nearly died! My parents would like to see me. Make sure I'm still intact. I would have gone home right away, but we couldn't be separated because of the Anam Cara. I have to go home!"
"But even Dumbledore said it wasn't safe yet. If we're separated, that far apart, it could be dangerous-"
"Honestly Harry, we should be okay. How bad can things get! And you can see me all through our feast, I'll even let you sit beside me." She giggled. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, only for a week. God, talk about bloody separation anxiety."
He pulled her onto the bed with him. "What, you won't miss me?"
She kissed him, pulling him close. "Of course I'll miss you."
She stood up again and went to her closet. She pulled out long silver, glittering gown.
"Help me get into this. I can't get into it by myself."
She took off her robe, and Harry helped her pull the gown over her shoulders, fastening it with silver clasp.
Harry gasped. The long gown fell to her ankles. It had a very low scoop back, ending just beneath the waist, the clasp glittering with diamonds just beneath. The front billowed, in layers. The dress was tight, showing off her curves perfectly. The straps on the shoulders were thin, and the whole dress glittered like diamonds. It was a beautiful contrast with her cinnamon hair and eyes.
She twirled for him. "You like?"
"Hermione Granger, you look gorgeous."
"Well just make sure I don't fall, walking up there. The shoes they all picked out are like six inch spikes."
She walked over to her dresser and put her hair up in an elegant knot, using half a bottle of Sleakeasy hair relaxer. She then pulled out a small jewelry box. She put on silver earrings, bangles, an anklet, but before she could place something around her neck, Harry did it for her. It was a silver chain, hung on the chain was a silver claddagh ring.
"Is this another bribe to make me stay?"
"Of course" he said grinning.
She shook her head. "You know I can't stay, but thank you anyway." She kissed him. "Now go get changed, it's almost time for the feast." Then she added as he walked out of the room, "And then come back and help me with these shoes!"
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"Hermione, why didn't you get shoes you can walk in!" Ron asked as they made their way down to the great hall.
She stumbled. "Because they matched the dress." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the shoes. They lowered down to four and a half inches.
"That's better. At least now I can walk."
Harry grinned, and all the guys said at once, "Girls".
The girls looked at each other. "Oh well, one day this week, none of us will put on make-up, will dress like slobs, not brush our teeth or take a shower, and wear flat shoes, and see how you like being our girlfriends" said Katie, Lee's arm around her waist."
"Eeeewww." said Neville. "You're fine the way you are."
"Well, it would take about two hours from my morning routine" said Gwen, laughing.
"Oh, we'd look like monsters!" said Lavender, twirling in her pale purple dress.
"Lavender, how can you move like that in those heels!!" said Hermione. "Mine are shorter than your and I can barely walk without stumbling!"
"Practice" she said. "Come on, I think they're waiting for us."
The group filed into the great hall, and took their seats. They had their own table at the very front, their table higher up than everyone else's. Below them was the staff table and the Ministry officials and Cornelius Fudge sat there as well. And down below them, the four house tables, the Gryffindor table a lot emptier than usual. At the back, at a large table sat Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Bill and Charlie, Neville's grandmother, Hermione's parents, aswell as everyone else's families.
Dumbledore stood up and the hall quieted.
[Look at Malfoy's face!] said Harry, in their heads.
The Slitherin was giving them the sourest of stares, a stare of the deepest hate.
[Ha! The sucker got what he deserved!]
Dumbledore began his speech. "We are here today, to commemorate sixteen very brave people. They've done something that many very experience wizards were not able to do. These sixteen, young wizards defeated Voldemort." He paused, and looked up at them. No one else saw, but those sixteen did. He winked. Then he sat down.
Cornelius Fudge stood, and half-turned, addressing them as well as the rest of the room. "Most of you do know the whole story. So I will tell it." He began to recount the tale, from the moment the group realized Lavender and Ron had gone missing, to Hermione, Ron and Harry healing Neville. "I am here to present these sixteen with the highest award available in the Wizarding World. I will call them up individually. Receiving the Order of Merlin, Second Class, Neville Longbottom."
Neville stood up in the midst of tumultuous applause and his grandmother's sobs of joy and walked up to the Minister to receive his plaque, legs shaking with every step. Fudge called all of them up in turn, until all had been called except Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"And now, our fabulous trio. Receiving Order of Merlin, First Class, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and of course, famous Harry Potter."
The trio stood up to applause louder than everyone else. They descended from the platform, hand in hand, and received their awards. And all sixteen of them stood up there, hugging each other, arm in arm. At the front, Harry pulled Hermione into a long kiss. There was a dozen catcalls from the crowd, and everyone cheers for the sixteen that saved the wizarding world. Everyone, but one sour-faced Draco Malfoy.
Okay. But that's not the end! Something bad is going to happen, I promise!!!
You'll see,
~Danie
P.S\. Pleeeez review!!!!!!!
"Harry, we nearly died! My parents would like to see me. Make sure I'm still intact. I would have gone home right away, but we couldn't be separated because of the Anam Cara. I have to go home!"
"But even Dumbledore said it wasn't safe yet. If we're separated, that far apart, it could be dangerous-"
"Honestly Harry, we should be okay. How bad can things get! And you can see me all through our feast, I'll even let you sit beside me." She giggled. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, only for a week. God, talk about bloody separation anxiety."
He pulled her onto the bed with him. "What, you won't miss me?"
She kissed him, pulling him close. "Of course I'll miss you."
She stood up again and went to her closet. She pulled out long silver, glittering gown.
"Help me get into this. I can't get into it by myself."
She took off her robe, and Harry helped her pull the gown over her shoulders, fastening it with silver clasp.
Harry gasped. The long gown fell to her ankles. It had a very low scoop back, ending just beneath the waist, the clasp glittering with diamonds just beneath. The front billowed, in layers. The dress was tight, showing off her curves perfectly. The straps on the shoulders were thin, and the whole dress glittered like diamonds. It was a beautiful contrast with her cinnamon hair and eyes.
She twirled for him. "You like?"
"Hermione Granger, you look gorgeous."
"Well just make sure I don't fall, walking up there. The shoes they all picked out are like six inch spikes."
She walked over to her dresser and put her hair up in an elegant knot, using half a bottle of Sleakeasy hair relaxer. She then pulled out a small jewelry box. She put on silver earrings, bangles, an anklet, but before she could place something around her neck, Harry did it for her. It was a silver chain, hung on the chain was a silver claddagh ring.
"Is this another bribe to make me stay?"
"Of course" he said grinning.
She shook her head. "You know I can't stay, but thank you anyway." She kissed him. "Now go get changed, it's almost time for the feast." Then she added as he walked out of the room, "And then come back and help me with these shoes!"
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"Hermione, why didn't you get shoes you can walk in!" Ron asked as they made their way down to the great hall.
She stumbled. "Because they matched the dress." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the shoes. They lowered down to four and a half inches.
"That's better. At least now I can walk."
Harry grinned, and all the guys said at once, "Girls".
The girls looked at each other. "Oh well, one day this week, none of us will put on make-up, will dress like slobs, not brush our teeth or take a shower, and wear flat shoes, and see how you like being our girlfriends" said Katie, Lee's arm around her waist."
"Eeeewww." said Neville. "You're fine the way you are."
"Well, it would take about two hours from my morning routine" said Gwen, laughing.
"Oh, we'd look like monsters!" said Lavender, twirling in her pale purple dress.
"Lavender, how can you move like that in those heels!!" said Hermione. "Mine are shorter than your and I can barely walk without stumbling!"
"Practice" she said. "Come on, I think they're waiting for us."
The group filed into the great hall, and took their seats. They had their own table at the very front, their table higher up than everyone else's. Below them was the staff table and the Ministry officials and Cornelius Fudge sat there as well. And down below them, the four house tables, the Gryffindor table a lot emptier than usual. At the back, at a large table sat Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Bill and Charlie, Neville's grandmother, Hermione's parents, aswell as everyone else's families.
Dumbledore stood up and the hall quieted.
[Look at Malfoy's face!] said Harry, in their heads.
The Slitherin was giving them the sourest of stares, a stare of the deepest hate.
[Ha! The sucker got what he deserved!]
Dumbledore began his speech. "We are here today, to commemorate sixteen very brave people. They've done something that many very experience wizards were not able to do. These sixteen, young wizards defeated Voldemort." He paused, and looked up at them. No one else saw, but those sixteen did. He winked. Then he sat down.
Cornelius Fudge stood, and half-turned, addressing them as well as the rest of the room. "Most of you do know the whole story. So I will tell it." He began to recount the tale, from the moment the group realized Lavender and Ron had gone missing, to Hermione, Ron and Harry healing Neville. "I am here to present these sixteen with the highest award available in the Wizarding World. I will call them up individually. Receiving the Order of Merlin, Second Class, Neville Longbottom."
Neville stood up in the midst of tumultuous applause and his grandmother's sobs of joy and walked up to the Minister to receive his plaque, legs shaking with every step. Fudge called all of them up in turn, until all had been called except Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"And now, our fabulous trio. Receiving Order of Merlin, First Class, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and of course, famous Harry Potter."
The trio stood up to applause louder than everyone else. They descended from the platform, hand in hand, and received their awards. And all sixteen of them stood up there, hugging each other, arm in arm. At the front, Harry pulled Hermione into a long kiss. There was a dozen catcalls from the crowd, and everyone cheers for the sixteen that saved the wizarding world. Everyone, but one sour-faced Draco Malfoy.
Okay. But that's not the end! Something bad is going to happen, I promise!!!
You'll see,
~Danie
P.S\. Pleeeez review!!!!!!!